Interior: Batcave
Bruce is sitting in costume, with the cowl draped back, glancing back and forth between multiple computer monitors, scrolling through video footage and news stories of Superman. Alfred is in the background, picking up boots and gloves. He looks over Bruce's shoulder.
Alfred: Master Wayne....
Bruce is deep in thought. The text from the monitors reflect in reverse across his face in the dim light.
Alfred: Bruce.
Bruce half way turns his head. A notion of his attention.
Alfred: I've always supported you. You know that. I was barely older than you are now when your parents...when you started your journey. I have literally watched in awe as you have succeeded in every endeavor in which you've taken part.
He weaves a finger through an obvious slice in the top of the glove as he walks across the rock platform.
Alfred: You've put your body through so much.
Alfred's reflection looks back at him and the camera focuses through the glass pane onto several old costumes including Robin and Batgirl.
Alfred: And you've endured so much more.
Bruce's eyes leave the monitors, but he doesn't turn around.
Bruce: What's your point, Alfred?
Alfred: My point is, sir. You've taken on Gotham's underworld and all her colorful characters. And, despite the amount of stitches and bandages, you have always managed to come out on top. But you're talking about an indestructible alien with this Superman.
Bruce: Super or not, Alfred, he's still just a man....
He focuses back on the center monitor, and the reflection on Bruce's face glows green.
Bruce: ....and I know his weakness.
Bruce is sitting in costume, with the cowl draped back, glancing back and forth between multiple computer monitors, scrolling through video footage and news stories of Superman. Alfred is in the background, picking up boots and gloves. He looks over Bruce's shoulder.
Alfred: Master Wayne....
Bruce is deep in thought. The text from the monitors reflect in reverse across his face in the dim light.
Alfred: Bruce.
Bruce half way turns his head. A notion of his attention.
Alfred: I've always supported you. You know that. I was barely older than you are now when your parents...when you started your journey. I have literally watched in awe as you have succeeded in every endeavor in which you've taken part.
He weaves a finger through an obvious slice in the top of the glove as he walks across the rock platform.
Alfred: You've put your body through so much.
Alfred's reflection looks back at him and the camera focuses through the glass pane onto several old costumes including Robin and Batgirl.
Alfred: And you've endured so much more.
Bruce's eyes leave the monitors, but he doesn't turn around.
Bruce: What's your point, Alfred?
Alfred: My point is, sir. You've taken on Gotham's underworld and all her colorful characters. And, despite the amount of stitches and bandages, you have always managed to come out on top. But you're talking about an indestructible alien with this Superman.
Bruce: Super or not, Alfred, he's still just a man....
He focuses back on the center monitor, and the reflection on Bruce's face glows green.
Bruce: ....and I know his weakness.
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