GOTHAM – NIGHT – EXT.
COMMISSIONER GORDON and a UNIFORMED COP stand next to the BAT SIGNAL.
They are eating pizza.
I’m just saying that we ordered the pie after
turned on the signal, sir.
He’ll be here. Maybe there’s traffic.
It’s three in the morning and he has a
tank, sir. And a plane. And a boat.
What’s your name, officer?
Shut the fuck up, Jenkins.
The BAT SIGNAL pops and fizzles ominously.
How long is this thing supposed to be on?
It’s getting really hot.
BATCAVE – INT.
ALFRED check under tables and desks, then finds SLEEPY BATMAN curled up in the back-back of the BAT STATION WAGON.
He pounds on the window.
Are you not wearing your CPAP machine?
Dude, I just can’t wake up.
Bane just ate the mayor.
Well, then, there’s no real rush to get there,
is there? I’ll wake up early and take care of it
Gotham needs you, sir.
I’m just bushed.
Stop this. Again. Stop this. There’s no joke here.
I’ll find one if I keep typing.
You won’t. There is no meat on this particular bone.
Let me explain this to you; I see you don’t understand the humor.
I can’t find the humor.
And he’s sleepy.