ok so far i got about a few pages of this script. now i kno mabe some of you saw tha terrible fan made film where BATMAN becomes a heroin adict and is ass raped by his kidnapper but this aint gon be nothin lik that. im gon make this epic and break it up into three different volumes. This a very small bit of what its like.
THE DEATH OF BATMAN
Written by Nolan Lewis
Batman created by Bob Cane
FIVE MILES OUTSIDE OF GOTHAM CITY
EXT ARKHAM ASYLUM Ã¢â‚¬â€œ RAINY NIGHT
The decrepit asylum sits under the rain like a rotting corpse. The thick rain clouds cover the sky and the LIGHTING rips through the sky like a knife.
A HUGE prison transport truck roars up to the front gate of the asylum. Four guards come running out of the front door of the refuge with their hands over the head holding shotguns in their other hands. They come through the gate and run up to the back doors of the van, that hasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t come to a complete, stop yet.
When it does, the driver and the passenger come out. The driver takes his ring of keys that slip between his wet fingers and tries to finger the lock. When he finally does, he opens the back doors up and stays clear, as two of the guards with shotguns step forward.
Come up out of there Jack.
The sounds of chains rattling can be heard in the dark abyss of the trucks carrier. Then feet stomping. The dark figure starts to come out of the truck.
The driver and the passenger reaches up into the dark truck, yank on the dark figure and throw him down to the ground.
Get on your feet Jack!
The driver pulls Jack, the dark figure, up to his feet and then pushes him forward toward the asylum.
All the guards surround the figure walking down to the front door.
The figures head hangs down low. His dark hair drapes down over his face. Soaked in water from the rain.
INT ARKHAM ASYLUM
In the same formation, walking the figure down the corridor of cells labeled with names. O. Copplepot. E. Nigma.
A voice comes over everything that is happening.
I came to talk.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been thinking, about you and me. WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s going to happen in the end? WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re going to kill each other arenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t we? Maybe IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll kill you or youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll kill me. I just want to make a genuine attempt to talk things and forestall that outcome.
Just once. I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want your death on my hands.
The lights facing down, the mans face lightly lit. His hair is dark green. His face pale white. Shackles around his ankles and wrists connect.
They stop at a cell labeled: J. Napier.
Here you go Jack. Just how you left it.
Jack Napier walks into the cell and then turns to the guards. One guard steps forward with a key and starts unlocking the shackles. Gathers them all on his forearm and walks away.
He walks into his cell and they slam the door shut. The voice stops.
FADE TO BLACK:
SLOW FADE IN ON:
INT WAYNE MANOR Ã¢â‚¬â€œ LIBRARY Ã¢â‚¬â€œ SAME RAINY NIGHT
BRUCE WAYNE, 32, sits in a chair by the window in a black tuxedo with his chin IN his palm. He sits in the dark. The only is coming in through the rain-splattered window. The light shines in for a second and goes away. He looks out the window and sees a car pulling up to the front.
The front door opens up and ALFRED walks in, staying at the door.
I believe thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Miss Whitney pulling up now sir.
BRUCE continues to look down at the floor from his palm. He slowly looks up at ALFRED and says:
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be right out.
ALFRED steps out of the door and closes the door behind him.
BRUCE sits for a little while, and then when he tries to make it to his feet, he feels pain and grabs his stomach. He stretches up, hand still on his stomach. As he walks to the door, he shows a short limp.
INT STRECH LIMOUSINE Ã¢â‚¬â€œ MOVING
BRUCE sits in the limo drinking a scotch, while the woman next to him, JESSICA WHITNEY, 28, sits there looking at the TV news. The woman reporter is explaining what another wonderful job BATMAN did capturing THE JOKER and sending him to ARKUM, once again.
A smirk slowly and softly generates on BRUCESÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ face. JESSICA looks over for a second and then does a double take and says:
What? What is it?
BRUCE takes another sip of his drink.
INT HARVEY DENTÃ¢â‚¬â„¢S ELECTION PARTY
Balloons & confetti clutter the floor of the huge ballroom. People dressed very formally all mingle. Holding champagne flutes and martini glasses. The typical snobbish, rich-people party in GOTHAN CITY.
HARVEY DENT is standing around talking with three older looking men in tuxedos when BRUCE WAYNE walks up with JESSICA WHITNEY.
Bruce. Glad you could make.
HARVEY and BRUCE shake hands.
You finally did it Harvey.
What can I say? The best man won.
The three men in suits chuckle a bit and one guy says:
You got that damn right.
WhoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s your friend?
This is, Jessica Whitney.
HARVEY offers his hand to JESSCIA.
How are you Jessica?
Nice to meet you Mister Dent.
Please, call me HARVEY.
BRUCE (to Jessica)
Jessie, can you get me a scotch from the bar.
JESSICA walks off toward the bar.
HARVEY (to Suits)
Excuse me gentlemen. Mister Wayne and me have some catching up to do.
HARVEY and BRACE walk away.
Harvey is throwing darts at the dartboard while WAYNE is pouring a drink from the built in liquor cabinet.
HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s killing me out there Bruce. Property damage. Law suits. Sooner or later IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m gonna run out of excuses.
WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve already had this conversationÃ¢â‚¬â€