GOTHAM CITY – NIGHT – EXT.
The BATSIGNAL is shining against the clouds.
COMMISSIONER GORDON and a UNIFORMED COP are standing besides the spotlight.
So, uh, where is he, Commissioner?
It takes him a while to get moving.
STATELY WAYNE MANOR – BEDROOM
ALFRED flings the curtains back.
You truly must get up now, Master Bruce.
Five minutes, Alfred.
The Joker’s killed a dozen people already.
But I’m so sleepy.
Excuse me. Stop this. Stop this right now.
Dude, you can’t interrupt a script. I’m a professional screenwriter now.
You’re not, and this is terrible.
Sleepy Batman is a solid premise.
It’s not. You thought up the name “Sleepy Batman” and you started giggling like a nonce and then you started typing brainlessly.
Really? Okay, fine. Explain to me the joke.
He’s so fucking sleepy!
This post is over.
Did it ever start at all?