EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
CLOSE ON an open folder laying flat on a ledge. PULL BACK to reveal COMMISSIONER GORDON, leafing through it.
CLOSE ON RESTORED BAT SIGNAL: A GLOVED HAND taps the BAT-SHAPED STENCIL.
Gordon turns around and the rooftop lights SNAP DARK. A SHADOWED FIGURE stands before him.
GORDON (smiles)
You've got the same taste for theatrics that he did.
(Pause)
Nevermind that I know who you are. Fool me once and all.
FIGURE (BLAKE)
Doesn't mean I can take those chances.
GORDON (nods)
It's been six months since... Well, you've helped a lot. Even when we didn't need you. Even with the rebuilding.
BLAKE
Rebuilding doesn't stop, Commissioner.
Gordon closes the folder and leans against the ledge.
GORDON
In six months this is only the second time we've spoken.
BLAKE
Then you must know why I'm here.
CUT TO Clark Kent, in GLASSES and a tie, being escorted to a table in a FINE RESTAURANT. He takes a seat and waits, fixing his tie, glancing around as if looking for someone.
BLAKE (V.O.)
Things have changed. And not just in Gotham. People all around are beginning to hope again. They're raising their heads, looking to the skies, both in the day and the night. It's become bigger than that. Bigger than me. I can't begin to explain the things I've heard of. But I know one thing...
CUT BACK to Gordon.
GORDON (concerned)
You're talking about Metropolis...?
CLOSE ON: Blake, face still hidden in shadow, nods and steps forward. He's donned a HI-TECH MASK, vaguely reminiscent of SELINA'S.
BLAKE
Metropolis... and more. I thought you might want to know.
Blake hands Gordon a GPS.
BLAKE (cont'd)
The only thing on the manifest they didn't account for was a string of pearls. It had a tracking device attached to it. For six months it's been completely dead. Nothing. But two days ago it came back to life. It's almost as if he's sending a message.
GORDON (stunned)
So it's true...
CUT TO RESTAURANT. Kent adjusts his glasses, reading a menu. Just then, SOMEONE sits down across from him. We can't see his face, but by the cut of his suit...
FRIEND
Whatever you want. It's on the house. Consider it a token of appreciation for an intrepid reporter. The Daily Planet, nice cover.
Clark smiles and sets the menu down.
CLARK
Thanks. By the way, it's a pleasure to finally meet you...
Gordon stares intently at the GPS.
CLOSE ON: The RED LIGHT flashing on the map points to a familiar street.
GORDON (looks up, now shocked)
He's in Gotham...
BLAKE (nods)
My work here isn't done. Not yet. But there's always a need for a dark knight, Commissioner. Even with a man of steel on our side....
CUT to RESTAURANT.
CLARK
So what do I call you?
CUT to OVER CLARK'S SHOULDER. BRUCE WAYNE smiles back at Clark. A cold smile, his eyes smoldering with determination. Can they trust each other?
WAYNE
Call me Bruce.
END.
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