As the previous extract showed, the screenplay introduces the Flying Graysons, then quickly has the Joker killl off the parents in spectacular fashion. Dick Grayson goes after the villain in acrobatic fashion, but Batman saves him from being killed as well. The story picks up the next morning:
INT. WAYNE MANOR - GUEST BEDROOM - DAYYes, there’s more.
DICK GRAYSON is sprawled on a huge four-poster bed, unconscious, softly moaning. He COMES TO with a jolt.
Breaking into a sweat almost instantly, he looks at his unfamiliar surroundings. A shadowy figure stands nearby.
... Where am I?
My name is Bruce Wayne. You're welcome to stay here as long as you want.
BRUCE steps out just as ALFRED enters with a breakfast tray. DICK makes a puzzled face. What the hell is going on here?
INT. HALL OF JUSTICE - DAY
Beneath the statue of blind Justice, BRUCE and HARVEY DENT march through the portico, engaged in a heated argument.
We'll send a team into Ace the moment the warrant comes through.
He'll be ready when you do. Remember what happened at the apartment.
All right, Bruce, what do you suggest?
I suggest a nice big bomb.
Good. A bomb. On a blind tip from Bruce Wayne. -- We do have laws.
Then for God's sake, Harvey, cancel the anniversary celebration.
We've told him we'll deal. What could he possibly have to gain by --
Do you still think the Joker cares about money??
I don't know. I'm just a D.A. I don't have access to all your expert sources.
Mexican standoff. BRUCE stalks off fuming. DENT hangs back a moment, then turns down the hall.
EXT. WAYNE MANOR - ESTABLISHING - DAY
The ornate, wrought-iron GATE which opens on the long driveway snaking up toward Wayne Manor. It's bolted shut.
INT. WAYNE MANOR - DAY
A glass-enclosed room which houses an enormous HEATED INDOOR SWIMMING POOL. DICK GRAYSON does a couple of laps, then climbs out and towels himself off.
He looks out at the estate: tennis courts, a riding stable in the distance. He's not happy. All this opulence could drive a guy stark staring nuts in short order.
INT. GUEST BEDROOM - DAY
An OPEN SUITCASE on the bed. DICK fingers a gold ashtray bearing the figure of Winged Victory -- then shrugs and tosses it into the suitcase on top of his gymnast's costume. When he looks up he sees BRUCE in the doorway behind him.
... Your butler wouldn't gimme a ride so I figured I'd hoof it.
Sorry. I can't let you leave.
You can't keep me here, man. That's kidnapping.
If I let you leave, you'll do the same thing again. You'll go after the Joker... and you'll wind up dead.
(turning to go)
Hey, man. Look at you. You're rich. You got everything you want. How do you know what's in my mind?
BRUCE turns to face him. The little hellion's eyes are filled with raw, burning hatred. BRUCE knows the feeling.
I don't care what's in your mind. You're staying.
BRUCE reaches for a key in his pocket. Without warning, the kid RUSHES him, throwing a rock-solid punch. With blinding speed, BRUCE sidesteps him, parries the blow, and winds up spinning DICK around -- INTO A WALL.
DICK is stunned, but he has to laugh. This rich boy has a move or two. BRUCE stands there, silently challenging him.
A second later, the kid is airborne -- upping the ante with a scissor-kick aimed squarely at BRUCE's gut. In a blur of motion BRUCE checks the kick, swings an arm into DICK's chest, and sends the boy sprawling flat on his back.
INT. WAYNE MANOR - KITCHEN - THAT MOMENT
ALFRED, in his apron, fixing a tray of snacks. He looks up curiously at the ceiling. From the sound of it, a battle royal is shaping up in the guest bedroom.
INT. GUEST BEDROOM - THAT MOMENT
DICK'S BODY -- head down, feet up -- flies through the air. He SMASHES INTO a closet door and slumps to the carpet. Shaken now, and sweating profusely, he looks up at BRUCE... who stands calmly over him, adjusting his necktie.
A long, tense moment passes between them. Then:
... You're him.
No reply from BRUCE. Their gazes lock. And suddenly...
DICK and BRUCE look around. The puny, mustachioed butler stands in the doorway, feet spread in a Dirty Harry stance, a .44 MAGNUM trained on DICK.
It's all right, Alfred. Everything's under control.
... Very good, sir.
ALFRED relaxes, musters his dignity, and turns to go.