From the sequel to Batman Returns... havent forgotten it
INT. BATCAVE NIGHT
Screeching bats fly past our face, eventually revealing to us the famous Batcave.
Like Batman, the Batcave has undergone quite the metamorphosis of character. Its older, creepier, and more technologically advanced than ever before.
The Batcomputer looms larger than ever before, almost overshadowing the entire infrastructure of the cave. And resting by the computer is a powerful German Shepherd Rottweiler cross, ACE. The dog is battle-scarred and has a couple of chunks missing from both his ears.
Elsewhere in the cave, we're greeted with more additions, such as the strange coffin-like medical chamber and the mute, hunch-backed HAROLD ALLNUT, 40, who is busy monitoring the device. Also hooked up near the device is a blood pack.
Then, from the darkness leading into and out of the cave, the whirring sound of the Batmobile is heard. It stirs both Harold and Ace as it gets louder.
Red lights stab through black. The Batmobile soars into the cave and hovers above all, preparing to land at its regular spot. The vehicles engines hum as it slowly descends. Finally, it makes a gentle landing. The door hisses forward over the body, and Batman emerges from the cockpit.
The smoke and mirrors effects of the costume are no longer active, making the Dark Knight seem human once again. But his presence, at least to Harold, who greatly respects and fears his master, is unnerving to be around.
Harold watches as Batman makes his way to the giant walk-in closet, which contains the batsuits.
Inside the closet, Batman begins undressing.
At the back of him, we watch as Batman removes his cowl, revealing the grey and thinning hair of the now 60-year-old BRUCE WAYNE.
Next, the gloves come off. Bruces hands are thin and bony.
Outside the closet, Harold quietly approaches its entrance. Hes pushing a wheelchair.
Bruce, now completely undressed, places the batsuit back in its vault. Bruces body is not in good shape. Old scars and fresh bruises create a painful work of art.
Without this suit, which operates as a column of power with its exoskeleton functions, Bruce becomes weak and frail. The suit keeps him going at full strength, but once its off, his joints and muscles pain him like hell. The batsuit has become a cure and poison. But how much more of it can his body withstand?
Next to the vault is a walking stick and a thick black robe. Bruce takes them, before slipping his feet into a pair of slippers on the floor.
The sound of the walking stick tapping across the steel floor alerts Harold that Bruce is approaching. He moves closer to the entrance of the closet, making sure the fold-up wheelchair is sturdy enough for his boss to use.
Bruce exits the closet. With his limp walk, his pale, thin, scarred, and bruised body on show through the open robe, and his dark, lifeless expression upon gaunt cheeks, you could take him for a walking corpse. Its truly tragic and pitiful what the obsession of being Batman has done to Bruce Wayne.
By this time Ace has come over to greet his owner. As Bruce eases himself into the chair with a helping hand from Harold, the loyal mutt affectionately licks its masters hand.
Now sat as comfortably in the chair as he can manage, Bruce returns the dogs affection by patting his head.
Harold begins wheeling Bruce over to where the chamber is located. Ace sticks to Bruces side.
Finally reaching the chamber, Harold pushes Bruce up close to it.
Bruce takes his walking stick from off his knees and places it on the floor for support. Then, with some difficulty, he lifts himself up as Harold moves the chair back.
Straining to remain on his feet, Bruce rests onto the side of the chamber, dropping his walking stick in the process.
Harold rushes around the chair to support his boss.
BRUCE
Im fine, Harold. Just get me inside this thing...
Harold nods and walks over to the chambers control panel.
After typing in a command on the computer, the chambers door hisses steam as it opens. The hydraulics underneath lower it a few inches for Bruce to step into easily, which he does after removing his robe and slippers, leaving him in just his briefs.
Its a challenge for him to climb down and lie comfortably, but he manages to do it. Its like Dracula returning to his coffin after a night of drinking blood.
Harold presses the commands again, and the chamber raises itself to its original position. Then the door begins to close. The hiss and sounds of cogs rotating from inside let us know its now sealed shut.
Harold walks over to the blood pack, and takes the IV lead. Carrying it over to the chamber, he feeds it through a small in the chambers side.
Inside the chamber, having enough space to do what he needs to with it, Bruce takes the IV and inserts it into a vein in his right arm. With some tinkering on Harolds end, the blood begins draining from the bag and into Bruce.
BRUCE
Anaemia on top of everything else
Hows everything looking?
Harold looks over at the monitor, which displays Bruces vital signs. He looks back down at Bruce through the small window and gives him a thumbs up.
BRUCE
(shutting his eyes)
Luck hasnt run out yet
But as Harold looks back at the monitor, we notice he wasnt being entirely honest with Bruce. On the monitor, we see Bruces heart is in an extremely fragile condition.
A worried Harold peers back at the chamber. An unaware Bruce is falling asleep inside of it, with Ace resting at its side.
