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"Two years ago. That's how long it's been since I lost him."
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"When those two men came...when they showed me the boomerang thing that the Bat uses...I wanted to die."
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"But now, I know he's alive. And I'm going to get him out of that loony bin. My puddin'."
Batman: Conundrum
DOWNTOWN GOTHAM
We get a shot of an about 60-story building, with a huge 'E' at the top.
Edward Nygma is at the entrance to the building. A large crowd is around him, and the building. He holds a microphone in hand.
Nygma: "Hello, people of Gotham. You know, this building, is my dream. I always wanted to be rich. Doesn't everybody? Of course, as I grew older, I realized that this wasn't easily achieved. Soon I grew past just wanting to be rich. I wanted to help people too. My grades were already good when my father was killed, but they became better and better. At high school graduation, I had earned a scholarship in just about every subject that required thinking. I did make a recent discovery in medical science, perfecting the work of my...former idol, Dr. Victor Fries. Now, I plan to have this business, Enigma Enterprises, help not only my home, Gotham, but also cities such as Metropolis, and New York. This company will change the world. And it will change it such as a cure for smallpox, not like the atom bomb. In fact, we plan on perfecting the bomb so it will spare any living thing in the blast's radius. Splicing, used by another idol of mine, Dr. Kirk Langstorm, is a science that will be used here. Anyways, we'll also have services that will try to reduce crime. Many of the money the company makes will go to police forces worldwide, and to schools, to help reduce future crime. To any kids in the crowd, I am living proof that you can be rich. Or, will be. So, I proudly present to you, Enigma Enterprises!"
Eddie smiled proudly. He turned away from the crowd and looked to the top of the building.
Nygma walks through the revolving door, and into an elevator. The doors close as he straightens his suit.
WAYNE MANOR
Bruce Wayne is at a fundraiser. Dick Grayson is with him, and both are in a suit.
Dick: "So, um...is there any punch?"
Bruce: "Punch?"
Dick: "Ow."
Bruce: "Really? Wow, you suck at jokes."
Dick: "Thank you father figure."
Bruce: "Yeah. So, is there anything weird going on?"
Dick: "No. Not really. There aren't any new super crazies."
Bruce: "Huh. You know, Enigma Enterprises opened up earlier today."
Dick: "The Nygma guy? Well, it looks like you have competition. Say, any word from Selina?"
Grayson reaches for a glass filled with a brown drink.
Bruce: "What? Oh, no. What's in that?"
Dick: "Don't know."
He takes a sip, and his eyes widen.
Dick: "Alcohol. I'm pretty sure it's alcohol."
Bruce: "Okay, get rid of it. Don't want to be accused of anything again."
Dick: "Okay. See you Bats."
Bruce: "Don't call me that. Wait...how do you know what alcohol tastes like? Don't answer that."
Dick runs up a staircase with the glass, as Hugo Strange walks over.
Strange: "Hello Mr. Wayne. I don't believe I've met Mr. Grayson yet."
Bruce: "Then you're lucky. Did you hear about Enigma Enterprises, Hugo?"
Strange: "I may have. Don't worry, it doesn't pose a threat to the company."
Bruce: "Mmm, not yet."
He grabs a glass of beer.
Bruce: "Eddie actually does seem pretty capable. Although, he's pretty sure of himself. Just don't worry until, say, a month or two?"
Strange: "I'll keep an eye on them. You know, none from GothCorp or Thorne Enterprises is here, Mr. Wayne.
Bruce: "The funds are going to go to Nygma. Hey, Dick's here. Looks like your lucks run out."
Strange: "Mmm, I just bought a scratch ticket."
Dick walks over, a smile on his face.
Dick: "So this is Mr. Strange? Can't say I'm pleased to meet you."
Strange: "Well, I can say the same to you."
Dick: "Nice. So, anything going on with the company?"
Hugo looks at Bruce, an eyebrow raised.
Bruce: "He does this."
Strange: "I see. Well, we are falling behind, considering the damage done to Lynns Pyrotechnics, and much of the cities money repairing the Bay Bridge. GothCorp is catching up with us in income, but Wayne Enterprises is still in the lead."
Dick: "Great. Though I don't see how the incident at the Bay Bridge six months ago would put a dent in your income, and Lynns Pyrotechnics was a minor buy, practically given to you by the late Garfield Lynns, as he was desperate for help in regaining control of his body temperature, as he couldn't leave a special suit that purified air and kept him at room temperature."
Strange: "And I don't see how you could possibly know that information."
Dick: "Please, Mr. Strange. My foster father is Bruce Wayne. The question is, why wouldn't I?"
Bruce: "Okay, let's-"
Strange:"Please, Mr. Wayne. I insist you let him continue."
Dick: "Thank you Mr. Strange. Now, The real reason may be the newfound competition. Or, perhaps, it's in the employees. Considering all that's been happening in the US these days, some employees may be falling behind purposely. Although, that is fairly improbable, as there have been no reports, wether from Viki Vale, or from Bruce, of employee strike, and-slash-or protesting."
Strange: "Anything else?"
Dick: "Oh, of course. We used to look to companies to change the world. To make it better. Sure, there's protests, blah blah blah, but, we don't anymore. And it's because of heroes. Face it Mr. Strange, it's the Heroic Age. Superman, the Flash, Batman, we look to them to change things now. And more often then not, they do. It's been a pleasure Mr. Strange, but it seems Bruce is going to make me leave now. I'll be seeing you."
Strange: "Nice boy."
Bruce: "You're telling me."
BANG!!!
Bruce: "Oh shit."
A man was lying on the floor, blood coming out of his forehead. His unblinking eyes were looking at the ceiling.
ARKHAM ASYLUM
A doctor is looking at an unseen patient from across the table. She's smiling.
Doctor: "Well, Mr-"
"Kerr."
Doctor: "Well, Mr. Kerr, you are now officially sane. You're free to go. I'll just give you the documents, and you can be on your way."
"Oh thank you Doc. When I walked in here, my mind was a desolate wasteland, and I thought that you were just some mindless quack. But you turned out to be my savior. Thank you."
Doctor: "Well, I've never gotten a reaction like that. Well, best of luck Mr. Kerr."
"Best of luck to you too Doc. Now, you signed those documents?"
Doctor: "Here you go. You're things should be in the main office."
"I'll be seein' you Doc."
The patient got out of his chair, and walked into the room's shadows, towards the door.
WAYNE MANOR
The people gathered around the body. One man checked the pulse.
Man: "He's dead. Oh shit, he's dead!"
Then that man was shot. Then another. And another. 5 people dropped dead in ten seconds.
Bruce: "Deadshot."
Dick: "What? What's Deadshot?"
Bruce: "It's Deadshot. Dammit, Selina warned me."
Dick: "About what?"
Bruce: "Okay. The night your parents died, the ropes broke, right?"
Dick: "If you're going to make me relive the death of my-"
Bruce: "A man, who calls himself Deadshot, he shot the ropes, and killed your parents. I tracked him down, and saved his life. Then I brought him to Blackgate, but he now escaped, and wants to kill me. He was working for Tony Zucco when-"
Dick: "Some guy named Tony Zucco wanted my parents dead?"
Bruce: "Now is not the time Dick."
Dick: "Yeah, well, have you captured him?"
Bruce: "Dick-"
Dick: "Answer me!"
Bruce: "No, because-"
Dick: "What?"
Bruce: "Because you decided to be my partner. Now go!"
They ran up the staircase, as the doors to the huge room opened. It was Deadshot. He was in a trench coat, the red sights built into his eye glowing.
Deadshot: "Where's Wayne? Huh? Anyone know where Wayne is? I want to kill him! Does anyone know where Wayne is? Anyone? No? Well, wait a minute. Deadshot looked at a small, blonde girl. She was hiding behind her mother's leg. Deadshot looked at the mother.
Deadshot: "You know, you have such a cute little girl. I bet she'll have a great job when she's older. Maybe something in the modeling business. I bet you would love that, right? She could help herself. Help you. Of course, that dream of yours would all go down the drain if I shoot her, right? Right. Now then, unless any of you want this little girl to die, horribly, fearing for her life, then you will tell me where Bruce Wayne is hiding."
Hugo Strange stepped forward.
Strange: "He's right behind you."
Lawton turned around. A fist met his face. Lawton shot at Batman with his wrist gun. The bullet hit Batman in the chest. He dropped to the floor.
Deadshot: "It's done. I killed him! I killed Batman!"
Then he hit the floor. Robin was holding his neck, punching him again and again and again. Then Robin pulled out a batarang. Dick looked Deadshot in the eye. He lifted the batarang, and pushed down. Robin stood up, and punched Deadshot again. He was screaming in pain, the batarang lodged in the side of his neck. He turned around, and saw Batman, looking at him.
Robin: "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
Batman: "We'll see."
He pulled the batarang from Lawton's neck, and grabbed it. He pulled Deadshot to his feet, slammed him into a wall, and thew him to the floor, and kicked his groin. He then pulled him up again, and slammed him into the wall a few more times.
Batman: "Let's go."
They left the mansion, with Deadshot unconscious.
THE GCPD BUILDING
Batman and Robin are with Gordon on the roof. Gordon is sitting in a wooden chair.
Robin: "Why hello there, Mr. Gordon. I trust that you know a lot about me?"
Batman: "Shut up. So, is there anything I should know about?"
Robin: "He means, 'Is there anything you can't handle that I can because I'M BATMAN!?!'."
Batman: "Shut up."
Gordon: "Can I ask a favor?"
Batman: "What?"
Gordon: "Don't bring him again. And believe it or not, something big did happen."
Batman: "Which is?"
Gordon: "Here."
Jim handed Batman an envelope.
Gordon: "It's all professional stuff. Just go to wherever you go, and open it."
Batman: "Okay. Good night Jim."
He ran off of the rooftop, and glide away.
Robin: "So, um...bye."
THE BATCAVE
Batman is holding the envelope. he uses a razor to cut open the top. He pulls out a small plastic bag. Inside is a playing card. He pulls it out, and flips it over. A Joker.
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