BvS Writers Workshop: Pen Your Own BvS Ideas

[Rodrigo90]

21st Hipster Century Lex, with increased vanity.

Lex lies back on his couch. He puts his phone up to his face and makes a peace sign. Takes his picture.

LOIS
Facebook?

LEX
Twitter​

 

[Aesop Rocks]

Everything lex luthor does is all for The Vine.

 

[Rodrigo90]

Just cram as much social networking in as you can, as much as all that product and business placement in MOS

 

[Fallen Angel]

could someone possibly right up a cliffhanger say something with Darkseid?

 

[John Locke]

I've had an idea that Mercy stole Adamantine, the metal of the gods (different than Adamantium) and supply it to Luthor so he can build an army. The reason she does this and betrays the Amazons is to try and stop Harbringer's prophecy of the comic Apocalypse. Which would hint at Darkseid. Wonder Woman would then keep ties with Superman/Batman as her precaution of the prophecy.

 

[Rodrigo90]

I have something similar in mind. Darkseid had a vision (which is revealed by Martain Manhunter in the end) that he would be destroyed by Superman, and set up plot. In his vision, Batman kills Superman. But because Batman has a change of heart and lets go of his darkness, the destiny in the vision changed.

Darkseid wants the Anti-Life Equation and bands with Ares to get it, which is what gets Wonder Woman involved.

 

[Fallen Angel]

Sounds good man.

 

[Rodrigo90]

Cheers big ears

 

[Rodrigo90]

Finally finished the fictional interview between Lois and Lex that occurs in my script! Enjoy!

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[Rodrigo90]

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[BatmanVSuperman]

I hope to see his intelligence really touched upon. It would be nice to see Bruce meeting with him and looking at a piece of art in his office.



Bruce: 15th century Alexander the Great painting? Very nice touch to your office Lex.

Lex: It's a Persian representation so that would be Iskander.

Bruce: Yes, from Herat if I'm not mistaken...

Lex: I'm guessing there may be more to your playboy persona... Bruce.

Bruce: Rich people tend to show off their art as a way for visitors to see just how successful they are...

Lex: Your parents picked out your art didn't they Bruce? I didn't inherit my success.

Bruce: Touché.

 

[Shamik121804]

Interior: Batcave

Bruce is sitting in costume, with the cowl draped back, glancing back and forth between multiple computer monitors, scrolling through video footage and news stories of Superman. Alfred is in the background, picking up boots and gloves. He looks over Bruce's shoulder.

Alfred: Master Wayne....

Bruce is deep in thought. The text from the monitors reflect in reverse across his face in the dim light.

Alfred: Bruce.

Bruce half way turns his head. A notion of his attention.

Alfred: I've always supported you. You know that. I was barely older than you are now when your parents...when you started your journey. I have literally watched in awe as you have succeeded in every endeavor in which you've taken part.

He weaves a finger through an obvious slice in the top of the glove as he walks across the rock platform.

Alfred: You've put your body through so much.

Alfred's reflection looks back at him and the camera focuses through the glass pane onto several old costumes including Robin and Batgirl.

Alfred: And you've endured so much more.

Bruce's eyes leave the monitors, but he doesn't turn around.

Bruce: What's your point, Alfred?

Alfred: My point is, sir. You've taken on Gotham's underworld and all her colorful characters. And, despite the amount of stitches and bandages, you have always managed to come out on top. But you're talking about an indestructible alien with this Superman.

Bruce: Super or not, Alfred, he's still just a man....

He focuses back on the center monitor, and the reflection on Bruce's face glows green.

Bruce: ....and I know his weakness.

 

[souperman]

nice ^

 

[Mrs. Wayne]

Yeah, that sounds pretty cool. I can't come up with good dialogues of my own thought to be quite honest. Haha.

 

[zman]

Yeah, that sounds pretty cool. I can't come up with good dialogues of my own thought to be quite honest. Haha.

I think this is a great idea for a thread. I thought of a little scene that could de funny:

Superman needs to dress as Clark and flies behind a dumpsterto change. He comes back out the other side of said dumpster as Clark, pulling his zipper up. This all happens very fast of course. So an old lady catches him fixing his pants while walking out from behind the dumbster, visibly chocked. So Clark hesitates and responds "I really had to go!"

Maybe Im the only one finding that amusing, but i think it would lighthen the mood after a dramatic scene.

 

[Shamik121804]

Interior: Lexcorp
Bruce Wayne is ushered into Lex's office by security detail. One man. One woman. A third person, waiting at the door waves a wand up and down Bruce's body, scanning for any foreign devices or weapons.

Bruce: I didn't have anything, when I was scanned in the lobby. I didn't have anything, when I stepped off the elevator.

He straightens his coat and splits a sly grin.

Bruce: And I certainly didn't pick up anything from there to here. Is this really necessary, Lex?

The office is huge. Slate floors glisten. A plush sitting area resides on the right, but Lex sits in a large leather chair at his desk, but faces the floor to ceiling window on the east side of the room. As Bruce approaches he can see a pair of converse shoes perched on the glass.

Lex: 67.

Bruce: Excuse me?

Lex points a finger in a rythmic motion at the window as he explains.

Lex: You know I had this window specially designed? This window is not a window. It's a facade. Mirrors on the other side reflect a perfect translation from the real outside world. It shows me what I'd see from the real window that's 23.7 feet....that way.

He points to his left at a solid wall.

Lex: The illusion of freedom.

He kicks off the window and spins the chair to face Bruce.

Lex: 67, Mr Wayne. That's the number of attempts on my life since March. Yes, it's necessary.

 

[Shamik121804]

Bruce: Must be a hard way to live. Being hated by so many.

Lex: Its not me they hate. It's progress. I push people through their own barriers to create a better path for all humanity. Some of those people lack the ability to see past their own noses. Those people can't be eased through the aforementioned barriers, but rather require their heads to be bashed through them. If the public needs a face to pin that on, then so be it. But this isn't the topic of our meeting, is it?

Bruce: No, it is not.

Bruce sits down in a smaller version of Lex's Corinthian leather throne. In doing so, he pushes a tiny, needle like object into the leather seat with his thumb. An uplink starts on a monitor in the cave.

Bruce: Where are you storing it?

Lex: By it, I have to assume you mean the alien's ship. Or, more accurately, the Kryptonian ship. To which I would say, it's safe.

Bruce: We had an agreement. Both of our government contracts grant us equal rights to any and all forms of retrieved technology. I have a team of analysts ready to...

Lex: To do what? These are the remains of virtually indestructible killing machines. Vessels for transporting death. You and your analysts have no interest in that.

Bruce: This race of people, by all indications, are lightyears ahead of us on a technological scale. I can't believe that they're only mission in life is destruction. There could be keys within those ships to sustained life well beyond what we know. They could revolutionize humanity.

Lex: We revolutionize humanity. Through the creation of a greater means of protection. Through making better weapons than our adversaries.

Bruce: I'm not involved in the weapons game, Lex. You know that.

Lex: I was trying to be modest.

Lex stands and walks quickly around the desk.

Lex: You, of course, have access to anything I have.

Uplink completed flashes on the cave monitor.

Lex: Mrs Graves will give you and your team access cards for the hanger and personally escort you.

Bruce: I look forward to finally having the opportunity for us to work together. I'm sure we both stand to learn a lot from each other.

Lex: I'm glad you're so optimistic on that idea. Good day, Mr Wayne.

Bruce extends a hand and receives a head nod in return. Bruce grins again and exits the room.

Lex: Watch him closely. He may be just smart enough to cause trouble.

His voice echos into a recording within the cave.

 

[ArmsHeldOut]

I think this is a great idea for a thread.

http://forums.superherohype.com/showthread.php?t=482717&highlight=ext

 

[Tra-El]

--Gotham City. Night time. Summer night. Humid; sticky. Steam raising from the alleyways after a period of steady rainfall now subsiding to a slight drizzle. Dark. Street lights offer a glimmer of comfort in an otherwise intimidating atmosphere.

-- Camera pans upward atop a random, eerie vacant building with broken windows barely being held together by rotting 2X4's.

-Pans to a figure standing on the rooftop. A shadow covers his or her face.

--Closeup of this person, looking around anxious; but calm in the humid, creepy air. Behind the person we see a demanding and frightening figure emerge, getting bigger and bigger. It's what the town now refers to as "The Bat."

Mysterious person:
I know you're behind me. I can tell by the smell of wine and sweaty rubber.

--Turns around. Nobody is there. He gulps. A quiver comes over his voice.

Mysterious person:
Hell....hello?

--He points his flashlight in the direction of that feeling of prescnce as if you know somebody is watching.

--The flash of light is now dominating the camera, silhouetting this mysterious person. Behind him, we see the emergence of daunting Bat-ears. Towering over him.

The Bat (in a deep; ruff voice):
You have 10 seconds.

--The mysterious person jumps in fear as if he heard an atomic bomb go off--

The Bat:
8 seconds.

Mysterious person:
S--...so you are real.

The Bat:
5 seconds.

Mysterious person:
OLSEN!

--The Bat crouches. Silent--

Mysterious person:
My name is Jame...James Ol..Olsen. Free-lance photographer.

The Bat:
You shouldn't be here, James.

James Olsen:
I..

The Bat:
Gotham isn't a playground for snapping pictures.

-The Bat; using some kind of roping gadget; snags a camera out of James hands. He quickly takes the clip out--

The Bat:
I'm taking this

James:
I needed to see for myself.... If you existed.

--The Bat stares into the eyes of James. Almost looking into his soul; cold; crushing his vocal chords with his gaze.

--The Bat backs off to the rooftop--

James:
WAIT!

--The Bat ignores his cry--

James:
There's something you need to know

--The Bat stops in his tracks--

The Bat:
4 seconds

James:
The cam...the camera. I'm not the only one following your trail

--James wipes the sweat off his forehead--

James:
I've been around. Following. Two suspicious Metropolis reporters.

The Bat:
Names.

James:
Loi...Lois Lane.

The Bat:
1 second

James:
KENT. Clark Kent.

--The big, black bat stands atop the buildings edge--

James:
But I found you. Mr. Nobody who couldn't get an intern job. JIMMY OLSEN.

The Bat:
Here..

--throws the empty camera to James--

The Bat:
Don't come here again. It's suicide.

--The Bat inches closer to the edge; lifts his arms up to form an overbearing and petrifying sight with his cape in the form of rigid wings--

The Bat (turning his head every so slightly):
Consider yourself lucky I exist.

The Bat falls forward, disappearing into the night.

James:
NO!

-James rush's over and looks over the edge. Nothing but darkness with a tiny pin-hole of light forcing its way through broken down fire escapes--

--James body goes weak. Sits down on the ground to catch his breath. Leans over and vomits. Fear racing out of his body--

James (whispering to himself):
BATMAN.

 

[Shamik121804]

I like it, Tra-El.

 

[Fallen Angel]

Lib any more from Santa's workshop?

 

[Black Narcissus]

-Metropolis. Midday.

Interior. Inside Lex Lutohors Office

{Lois Lane waiting for Lex Luthor}

Lex: “I’m a Dominant.”

His eyes are a scorching gray, intense.

Lois:“What does that mean?” -I whisper.

Lex:“It means I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me, in all things.”

Lois- [inner monologue]He’s dangerous to my health, because I know I’m going to say yes. And part of me doesn’t want to. Part of me wants to run screaming from this room and all it represents.

Lois: I am so out of my depth here.

Lex: Yeah, you are. Trust your gut, Lois. This is the Gift of Fear!

Lois Lane V.O.: We pass several doors until we reach the one at the end. Beyond it is a bedroom with a large double bed, all in white… everything, furniture, walls, bedding. It’s sterile and cold but with the most glorious view of Metropolis through the glass wall.“This will be your room. You can decorate it how you like, have whatever you like in here.” HE says.


Lois: “My room? You’re expecting me to move in?” I can’t hide the horror in my voice. “Not full time. Just say, Friday evening through Sunday. We have to talk about all that, negotiate. If you want to do this,” he adds, his voice quiet and hesitant.

Lois: “How did you become this way?” “Why is anyone the way they are?

Lex: That’s kind of hard to answer. Why do some people like cheese and other people hate it? Do you like cheese?"

Lois: “I’m really not hungry.”

Lex: You will eat,” he says simply.

Dominating Lex, it all becomes clear.

Lex Luthor Goes to his mini bar and lightly taps on a shell- The left side wall unveils a beautiful woman with a crown sitting on a purple sofa.

Do you want to play?

Lois: Maybe?

Lois: V.O.- at the corner of my eye I caught Superman looking straight into this office...Luthor has a smile on his face. I don't play that way, he says.

Credits.

 

[Rodrigo90]

Update on my BvS script, guys. I still get the odd curious message about it, which I appreciate

I quit it before because there were a few things I wasn't satisfied with and I couldnt continue on with that. And, I didn't know how some folk would take to the way I wrote Batman...

The issues of war, US conflict with Russia, that will remain. It's not just the backdrop. It's still a huge reason why Batman will go out his way to take Superman down. It's extremely important and highly relevant for the reason of the JL being created and why Batman will join up.
And I know how it looks and I'm well aware the backlash it received - the death of Commissioner Gordon...but there is potential in there, in the way it could affect Batman's character. The way I see it, Nolan broke the status quo in handling the writing of Batman's character, by giving him an end.
I'm coming up with this...what if Batman, seemingly, as far as I'll make aware here, lost his war against Joker? What if Joker won and destroyed the spirit of Batman?
That's the story I'm exploring in this. The effect it will have on Batman/Bruce. It's dealing with the impact and failure of Batman's mission - his personal philosophy.

Batman will be notorious in this movie. But his heroism will remain.
The death of Gordon and many others will push him into dark places. His greatest ally dead, where he will realise that Gotham was only as clean as the man governing it. Batman will feel hopeless and ineffective without Gordon as the attitude of the police will change towards him and the increase of corruption will rise once again.
Through Gordon's death, Bruce's relationships with Dick and Barbara is strained. He disbands the team and they go separate ways.
Despite Gordon dead and Joker's victory, Bruce continues as Batman. But with his spirit broken and his feelings of hopelessness on the increase, he decides on retirement. Crafting Batdroids to patrol and protect Gotham in his absence, even though they are considered an illegal tactic by the police and are to be destroyed on sight.

And on top of that, Lexcorp gains the upper hand in the corporate world, leaving Wayne Enterprises in the dust.

Feeling defeated and a failure, Bruce's self-destructive side kicks in and he indulges in hobbies that can only be considered suicidal. Wishing he could join his parents in his darkest moments in conversations with Alfred, but admitting his fear of looking them in the eyes. He even refuses to look at their potraits and confesses his failure to their graves, asking for forgiveness.

And when Superman is accused of murdering Russian soldiers, potentially igniting another World War, Bruce, in his darkest mission yet, decides to return as Batman and bring Superman to justice and to prevent what he failed to with Joker, knowing the stakes are higher than ever. But with his feelings of failure, bitterness, and anger boiling within him, Bruce heavily considers crossing a border he never thought he would, and to do something that he should have done with Joker years ago...

That's Bruce's characterization. I had him before as "killing" Joker, but I thought this was better. Bruce, feeling, simply feeling within himself, that Joker made him lose control and almost ended killing him. Joker survived only with a stroke of luck, with the intervention of Dick.

A line he says to sum it up
"I have nothing to live for...but I've found something worth dying for."

Anyway, I hope you guys like the sound of it

 

[Rodrigo90]

EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY

SNOW falls gracefully from the sky, blanketing everything in pure white. Walking slowly amongst the headstones, carrying a single ROSE in his hand, Bruce comes to a stop. In front of him, as he looks, is a headatone, engraved with the name: JAMES WORTHINGTON GORDON. Bruce bends down and places the rose gently upon the grave. He closes his eyes and thinks to himself, before rising. He turns to leave, but sees a woman walking his way. It's BARBARA GORDON. She's carrying a BOUQUET OF FLOWERS. Bruce walks around the grave to meet her. Barbara approaches him.

BARBARA
You look terrible.​

Bruce looks down at the ground.

BARBARA (CONT'D)
Nothing to say? It's been over six months.

BRUCE
What do you want me to say?

BARBARA
I want you to say you're sorry.

BRUCE
No. I stand by my decision.

BARBARA
I was angry, Bruce. I was grieving. And you turned your back on me.

BRUCE
I did what I thought was best.

BARBARA
You did what you did because you couldn't bare to look me in the eye. When are you going to get it in your head, Bruce? My dad's death wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could've done.

BRUCE
Barbara. I'm going to feel that guilt everyday of my life. There's nothing you can say that can ease it. So, it's better we say nothing more.

BARBARA
And what about my guilt? What about my pain? You're so quick to remember your own and obsess over it, but when it came to Dick and me, you told us soldier on. We told you the same. We braved on together as a team, as a family. How could you break that for us?

BRUCE
Because there was no longer the man you counted on. To tell you that everything would be alright in your darkest hours. To grab your hand if he saw you close to the edge. I couldn't save you anymore, Barbara. How could I, when Batman couldn't save me? The moment your father died, in my arms, to the moment I stopped beating his killer almost to death...was the moment Batman failed.​

Tears roll down Barbara's cheeks.

BRUCE (CONT'D)
And I've tried. I have tried to carry on. Tried burying my guilt, my pain...my failure. But, I can't. Not anymore.

BARBARA
What are you saying?

BRUCE
Without your father, I realised that Gotham has no more hope. He kept that evil at bay. Cleansed it. We'll never see another man with his spirit again. Without him, Batman is ineffective. Besides, he's broken, in so many ways. Goodbye, Barbara.​

Bruce turns and walks away, leaving a sobbing Barbara behind. He stops and turns back to her.

BRUCE (CONT'D)
I'm sorry...​

He continues on, walking into the distance.

 

[Rodrigo90]

Alfred and Clark's first meeting (this I had in the original script, but it shall remain in my new one)

INT. PENTHOUSE - DAY

The elevator doors slide open. Clark steps out and into the livingroom. He spots two large paintings hanging up on the wall above the fireplace. They depict a man and woman.

Sitting beside the fireplace, reading a newspaper, Alfred spots Clark.

ALFRED
Ah, you must be Mr. Kent.​

Alfred folds up the paper and stands up. He checks his watch, walking over to the Clark.

ALFRED (CONT'D)
You're a little early. I'm Alfred, Mr. Wayne's butler.

CLARK
How do you do? Butler? I didn't think they still had them in this day and age.

ALFRED
Ah, well, it's not as uncommon or as unnecessary as one may think, Mr. Kent. Mr Wayne's residence is rather on the large side. So, I suppose one can imagine at just how much dust can collect itself all over the furniture. Or how many cobwebs that manage to creep up in the corners of all those one hundred and twenty rooms? And not only am I a cleaner, Mr. Kent. I'm also Mr. Wayne's chauffeur, his secretary, his cook. So, I'm sure one can see and appreciate, at how much butlers are necessary, even in this day and age?

CLARK
Of course one can.
​

Alfred gently tips his head.

ALFRED
I shall alert Mr. Wayne to your presence.

BRUCE
That won't be necessary, Alfred.​

Bruce emerges from the bedroom. Alfred glares at him.

ALFRED
Very good, sir. And thank you for undermining my presence.​