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Batman: Reborn (Part 3)
By Carnotaur3
INT. LIVING ROOM – DIM
ALFRED is sitting in a comfortable recliner, looking straight into BRUCE’S depressed eyes. With concern, he gets up and sets his gentle, wrinkled hand upon his shoulder.
ALFRED
What’s wrong, my little Master Bruce.
BRUCE
I know I’ve never shown my love for you, Alfred, all the time.
ALFRED
Oh, Bruce, it’s always there, whether you think it is or not. I don’t think that is the problem – is it?
BRUCE
You think I should become ‘him’ again.
ALFRED
I think you should do what you were meant to do. What you can do because you were given a gift to do it. You are worried about the ones you love. How they keep getting brought back into the dangerous situations – aren’t you?
START FLASHBACK:
ROBIN grabs for the ropes grapple when a DARK UNKNOWN VILLIAN cuts the rope from up above on a roof. ROBIN grabs it to discover its disconnection and keeps falling. The VILLIAN pushes BATGIRL down the fifty story building. They fall to their death.
END FLASHBACK:
BRUCE’S concerns are really present.
BRUCE
Yes. I am. Jennifer is the one for me. Why should I risk loosing her?
ALFRED
Risk can come in different ways – and meanings. Obligations and responsibility is required more. You can make things work, if you work to make them work.
ALFRED walks behind him and reaches the threshold.
ALFRED (cont’d)
Living is a risk of its own, Master Bruce.
He finally leaves the living room.
CUT TO:
INT. SHOE’S GALORE OFFICE – NIGHT
Watching the TELEVISION set located at the far corner of the office, KYLE LEESON relaxes in his chair, puffing a cigar. He witnesses on the T.V. numerous firefighters spraying water onto a very big blaze in the middle of a street. JENNIFER is the reporter behind the camera.
ON THE T.V.
JENNIFER
These men have been pouring gallons upon gallons of this water into this blaze for hours on in and there’s still much fire to be rid of. The man they say is responsible for all this incident is going by the alias name of Deludion. More details as it becomes available. Jim.
JIM (V.O.)
Thanks, Jennifer –
BACK TO OFFICE
KYLE shakes his head and tosses the cigar in a trash can a few feet away. He proceeds to pick up the newspaper on his desk when-
TOD – DELUDION shows up at the threshold of his office.
KYLE
What – the – hell!
TOD isn’t surprised.
KYLE (cont’d)
What are YOU doing here? I told you to get lost.
TROY
Lost – yes – I was once lost. But now – I’m found.
KYLE
Listen preacher boy, you move in any closer and I’m calling the cops.
TROY
I think you’ll find that a little impossible, you see, I cut your cord here – what’s really interesting is today. You see, I’ve had a really bad case of amnesia, but once the memories flooded back, I began to realize; a new awakening.
(Lifts up a torn cord)
KYLE
What do you want from me?
TROY
What I WANT is not important. It’s what you deserve that is.
TOD moves in closer to KYLE. He stands up in his chair.
KYLE
What the hell are you? How are you –
TOD
Muscular? I don’t think you’d care to know. Just like you didn’t care that I was in the hospital today.
KYLE
Like I have a good relationship with you -
TOD
SIT DOWN!
TOD pushes himself upon KYLE’S face and he falls back in his chair.
TOD(cont’d)
I think you owe Deludion something –
KYLE’S frightened and when he tries to get up TOD slams his hand on his.
Suddenly, dark walls and prison bars appear around them.
TOD (cont’d)
You owe him… you!
KYLE SCREAMS. FIRE burns across his arm and up his shoulder, enveloping all over him seconds later. TOD laughs with excitement, watching the singe away from his bones.
TOD (cont’d)
Welcome to HELL, Mr. Leeson!
CUT TO:
INT. SHOE’S GALORE OFFICE – HOURS LATER
POLICE MEN walk towards the charcoaled skeleton sitting in the burnt chair. Some take looks at it, kind of studying what happened to the guy.
At the threshold, COMMISSONER GORDON lifts up the yellow tag for BRUCE WAYNE.
COMMISSIONER GORDON
Mr. Wayne, over here is where they found the letter, which was for you to open it, but we had to examine - so take a look.
GORDON points the way to the desk. BRUCE follows over and gently takes the paper in his hands.
LETTER: TO BRUCE WAYNE
BRUCE opens it.
DELUDION (V.O.)
There might be some kind of cloud keeping us apart, but you and I are supposed to be together. Maybe you are confused by this but I assure you, you shouldn’t be. I know you’ve suffered many things; many terrible things. I have suffered too, and it’s only a matter of time that we will meet again.
Sincerely, your greatest admirer.
BRUCE looks up in surprise.
COMMISSIONER GORDON
Yep, very serious matter, Bruce, so I suggest that we have you under twenty-four hour police protection.
BRUCE
Around my house?
COMMISSIONER GORDON
Yes, sir.
BRUCE
You don’t think this is – Deludion, do you?
COMMISSIONER GORDON
Trademark fire signature, might be.
BRUCE
Thank you, Commissioner.
COMMISSIONER GORDON trails off with other investigators.
CUT TO:
EXT. WAYNE MANOR – NIGHT
An Oldsmobile slowly moves in front of the dark gate which is connected to a brick wall surrounding WAYNE MANOR. In the vehicle is DELUDION, peering through the bars and at the police vehicles inside. DELUDION grins.
DELUDION
Damn.
The vehicle moves back out.
CUT TO:
EXT. BACK ALLEY – DARK
Loud music blasts out of a boom box located on a curb. Around it stand the CRONIES, the gang we’ve been hearing about all through the story. They are dressed in signature pants with slits running from the knee and down. Skulls painted on each side of their cheeks.
The leader of the gang, TINSIL, spits tobacco out of his mouth as he watches an unknown figure appear out from the foggy road.
CRONIE 1
Who the hell is this guy?
CRONIE 2
Someone needs a wake up call.
CRONIE 3
No warning this time, Tinsil.
TINSIL
Shut up, I’ll handle this.
CRONIE 2
A’ight.
TINSIL moves forward and spits more tobacco out onto the dirty street. He steps in front of the figure, which is only a silhouette in front of a white background.
TINSIL
What the hell are you coming into our territory?
VOICE
You Tinsil?
TINSIL
Hey, look, man, I’m whatever I want to be.
He throws out a nice shiny switchblade, showing it off in the glaring moon.
VOICE
Calm down, ass hole, I’ve got a deal to make with you.
TINSIL waits a beat and then finally pulls back the blade; sending it to his pocket.
TINSIL
I’m listening.
DELUDION
First thing’s first. My name’s Deludion –
TINSIL
Ah, shit man, you’re the one who did that blaze. Good work with that flame thrower – or whatever you had.
DELUDION
Listen up, I’ve got a power that can come to both of our uses. I’m planning on some big robberies, and with your help, I can get this done and seem even more invincible.
TINSIL
Profit?
DELUDION
I need just enough to get around. Say, thirty percent of what we get goes to me, the rest to you and your Cronies.
TINSIL
Sweet fuck, you serious?
DELUDION
All I ask in return is leadership. Revenge is better soaked in my mind than money.
TINSIL nods.
TINSIL
Hell, for seventy percent, I wouldn’t mind given a little leadership to you.
DELUDION
Then, it’s a deal.
TINSIL
You, bet!
They GRASP hands tightly.
7/1/2003 1:15:35 AM
(Updated: 7/8/2003 3:08:00 PM)
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