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Batman #2: tip of the iceberg 1/2
Batman: tip of the iceberg 1/2
(First scene takes place at the same time as the gunman 4/4)
Bruce wakes up to find himself hanging by his legs in the freezer room of what seems to be the iceberg lounge. Extremely ostentatious and really quite cold. A place he’s visited many times what with being one of the richest men in the world. He looks around the room for some way to make an escape. He notices the latch of a skylight on the ceiling behind him. He must be on the top floor. He begins to attempt to swing himself in order to take hold of the latch but it is not an easy task to do with tied up hands. He pauses for a moment. Once more he attempts to grab the latch but is soon distracted by the echoing sound of bullets. There’s a shootout in the bar. Just what he needs. Again he try’s his luck at the skylight, this time succeeding with the motivation of not being shot. His hands are tied by a single thick rope which now rests tediously around the latch. He begins to move his arms back and forth slowly weakening the bond of the rope and finally releasing his hands. Now with the use of his hands he removes a batarang from his pouch and cuts, in one movement the rope which ties his legs. He drops to the ground, landing on his feet and edges cautiously towards the freezer door. The shooting stops so unable to unlock the door he prepares for a fight
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(Second part continues on from the gunman 4/4)
Oswald: and tell me Floyd. What compelled you to play along with carmine. The mans a shambles. I’d have to kill him if I ever met him in the flesh
Floyd: let’s just say I liked the cash he was paying me. I wasn’t tight for money or anything cos I usually demand a lot with my normal jobs but once he was willing to double my 5 grand, I knew it had to be done and not killing anyone seemed worth it at that point
Oswald: well we both saw how that worked out for The bastards. Haha. Excellent work on those two henchmen Floyd and the batman well. That’s not an easy task to carry out!...any way moving on here is the freezer. Shall we take a look
Floyd: I’ll go in first. There’s no knowing what he’s been up to in there
Lawton takes the key from Oswald and unlocks the door. Far easier than the paper clip he used before. He steps into the ice cold atmosphere of the room and notices there’s something missing. Or someone that is
Floyd: Oh shit...he’s gone
Oswald: what! Gone?! How?!
Cobblepott peers into the freezer room until his sight is blocked. Blocked by the black silhouette of the batman
He lurches forwards grasping the sharp end of his cane, Missing the batman who is now on the other side of his small,pale body
Floyd turns around and fired rapidly in the direction of the moving batman
Oswald: get the rat!!
Floyd puts his mask on and chases the bat. He fires several rounds but the bat drops from the balcony and heads towards the back door. Floyd begins to chase after him but is then bought to a halt by Oswald
Oswald: no no! He’s not worth it. We have plans to be acting upon. Once we have the power in this city the batman will have lead in his head. And you will put it there! Do not worry about that for one minute!
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The batcave
After returning to the cave, Bruce takes note of a distant sound coming from up the stairs and within the manor.
He then recognises two voices. The first of course being the voice of his old butler and the man he for a long time has considered a father. The second
however, is completely new to Bruce and without hesitation he tears away his blood stained batsuit, proceeding to quickly dress himself in an un ironed shirt and some black chinos. Completely shoeless he makes his way up to the house to find Alfred and another sitting about the kitchen table talking as if they are two old friends from before Bruce’s time. Which is likely due to the fact that they are. The man talking to Alfred is around the same age as Bruce’s father and has short yet chaotic afro hair only slightly grey at the tips. Engulfing the mans small and narrow eyes are a pair of huge circular glasses. Alfred notices Bruce’s standing by the doorway and immediately introduces the man
Alfred: Bruce! You remember Lucius?
Lucius Fox: I don’t imagine you do. You were only a child when I last saw you
Yes. Lucius Fox. Bruce remembers the man instantly. An old and dear friend of both His father and Alfred, he held an important job at Wayne tech, being responsible for much of their technological innovations over the years
Bruce: yes. Of course. It’s been a long time. I do remember you though. A good friend of my father.
Lucius: most certainly Bruce. Your dad was a great man. I owe more than my life to that man. And it goes without saying that he had a hell of a lot more sense when it came to business than the new guy.
Bruce: yes it’s true. I’m all his time my father kept both Queen industries and lexcorp where they belonged. But ever since we lost him, nothings been quite the same really. In terms of both business and spirit....anyway enough of that. What brings you here Lucius? Besides, of course, friendship
Lucius: Alfie here was telling me about your new project and i thought I could lend a hand.
Bruce: you told him?!
Alfred: about your newfound passion for collecting classic sports cars. Yes I did. How else would the man know to develop these fantastic new blue prints
Lucius pushes several blue prints towards Bruce and begins to explain his work with a great sense of pride
Lucius Fox: now I’m sure you recognise this old car as your very own fathers from 20 odd years ago. If there was one thing besides family that that man loved with every bone in his body, it was that car. As well as mentioning your new hobby, Alfie brought up that it was merely just rotting away in your garage and that to me was a real damn shame. Something had to be done. So I drew up these blueprints, made some calls and orders and with some hope I’ll have her fixed up soon enough and she’ll be flying faster than she ever did back when your old man first took her out.
Bruce: wow. Lucius. You didn’t have to do this. These alone are a work of art. It’ll be a thing of beauty. I truly will owe you
Lucius: haha no. Let’s just say It’s payback for the things your dad did for me back in the day. Making it as an engineer in the 50s wasn’t exactly a walk in the park for a black man you know. He never judged me for what I looked like,where I came from. Luther did of course. But not him
Bruce: well I’m glad he didn’t Lucius. And you owe him nothing. Common decency should be free. We both know that
Lucius: thanks Bruce means a lot from his son....anyway I’ll be going now. Got a bus to catch. And I’ll have that car fixed up in no time
Alfred: don’t be stupid Lucius! I’ll drive you home. It’s all my pleasure!
Batman #2: tip of the iceberg 1/2
Batman: tip of the iceberg 1/2
(First scene takes place at the same time as the gunman 4/4)
Bruce wakes up to find himself hanging by his legs in the freezer room of what seems to be the iceberg lounge. Extremely ostentatious and really quite cold. A place he’s visited many times what with being one of the richest men in the world. He looks around the room for some way to make an escape. He notices the latch of a skylight on the ceiling behind him. He must be on the top floor. He begins to attempt to swing himself in order to take hold of the latch but it is not an easy task to do with tied up hands. He pauses for a moment. Once more he attempts to grab the latch but is soon distracted by the echoing sound of bullets. There’s a shootout in the bar. Just what he needs. Again he try’s his luck at the skylight, this time succeeding with the motivation of not being shot. His hands are tied by a single thick rope which now rests tediously around the latch. He begins to move his arms back and forth slowly weakening the bond of the rope and finally releasing his hands. Now with the use of his hands he removes a batarang from his pouch and cuts, in one movement the rope which ties his legs. He drops to the ground, landing on his feet and edges cautiously towards the freezer door. The shooting stops so unable to unlock the door he prepares for a fight
———————————————————
(Second part continues on from the gunman 4/4)
Oswald: and tell me Floyd. What compelled you to play along with carmine. The mans a shambles. I’d have to kill him if I ever met him in the flesh
Floyd: let’s just say I liked the cash he was paying me. I wasn’t tight for money or anything cos I usually demand a lot with my normal jobs but once he was willing to double my 5 grand, I knew it had to be done and not killing anyone seemed worth it at that point
Oswald: well we both saw how that worked out for The bastards. Haha. Excellent work on those two henchmen Floyd and the batman well. That’s not an easy task to carry out!...any way moving on here is the freezer. Shall we take a look
Floyd: I’ll go in first. There’s no knowing what he’s been up to in there
Lawton takes the key from Oswald and unlocks the door. Far easier than the paper clip he used before. He steps into the ice cold atmosphere of the room and notices there’s something missing. Or someone that is
Floyd: Oh shit...he’s gone
Oswald: what! Gone?! How?!
Cobblepott peers into the freezer room until his sight is blocked. Blocked by the black silhouette of the batman
He lurches forwards grasping the sharp end of his cane, Missing the batman who is now on the other side of his small,pale body
Floyd turns around and fired rapidly in the direction of the moving batman
Oswald: get the rat!!
Floyd puts his mask on and chases the bat. He fires several rounds but the bat drops from the balcony and heads towards the back door. Floyd begins to chase after him but is then bought to a halt by Oswald
Oswald: no no! He’s not worth it. We have plans to be acting upon. Once we have the power in this city the batman will have lead in his head. And you will put it there! Do not worry about that for one minute!
———————————————————
The batcave
After returning to the cave, Bruce takes note of a distant sound coming from up the stairs and within the manor.
He then recognises two voices. The first of course being the voice of his old butler and the man he for a long time has considered a father. The second
however, is completely new to Bruce and without hesitation he tears away his blood stained batsuit, proceeding to quickly dress himself in an un ironed shirt and some black chinos. Completely shoeless he makes his way up to the house to find Alfred and another sitting about the kitchen table talking as if they are two old friends from before Bruce’s time. Which is likely due to the fact that they are. The man talking to Alfred is around the same age as Bruce’s father and has short yet chaotic afro hair only slightly grey at the tips. Engulfing the mans small and narrow eyes are a pair of huge circular glasses. Alfred notices Bruce’s standing by the doorway and immediately introduces the man
Alfred: Bruce! You remember Lucius?
Lucius Fox: I don’t imagine you do. You were only a child when I last saw you
Yes. Lucius Fox. Bruce remembers the man instantly. An old and dear friend of both His father and Alfred, he held an important job at Wayne tech, being responsible for much of their technological innovations over the years
Bruce: yes. Of course. It’s been a long time. I do remember you though. A good friend of my father.
Lucius: most certainly Bruce. Your dad was a great man. I owe more than my life to that man. And it goes without saying that he had a hell of a lot more sense when it came to business than the new guy.
Bruce: yes it’s true. I’m all his time my father kept both Queen industries and lexcorp where they belonged. But ever since we lost him, nothings been quite the same really. In terms of both business and spirit....anyway enough of that. What brings you here Lucius? Besides, of course, friendship
Lucius: Alfie here was telling me about your new project and i thought I could lend a hand.
Bruce: you told him?!
Alfred: about your newfound passion for collecting classic sports cars. Yes I did. How else would the man know to develop these fantastic new blue prints
Lucius pushes several blue prints towards Bruce and begins to explain his work with a great sense of pride
Lucius Fox: now I’m sure you recognise this old car as your very own fathers from 20 odd years ago. If there was one thing besides family that that man loved with every bone in his body, it was that car. As well as mentioning your new hobby, Alfie brought up that it was merely just rotting away in your garage and that to me was a real damn shame. Something had to be done. So I drew up these blueprints, made some calls and orders and with some hope I’ll have her fixed up soon enough and she’ll be flying faster than she ever did back when your old man first took her out.
Bruce: wow. Lucius. You didn’t have to do this. These alone are a work of art. It’ll be a thing of beauty. I truly will owe you
Lucius: haha no. Let’s just say It’s payback for the things your dad did for me back in the day. Making it as an engineer in the 50s wasn’t exactly a walk in the park for a black man you know. He never judged me for what I looked like,where I came from. Luther did of course. But not him
Bruce: well I’m glad he didn’t Lucius. And you owe him nothing. Common decency should be free. We both know that
Lucius: thanks Bruce means a lot from his son....anyway I’ll be going now. Got a bus to catch. And I’ll have that car fixed up in no time
Alfred: don’t be stupid Lucius! I’ll drive you home. It’s all my pleasure!