INT. BOARD ROOM -DAY

Light streams in from the windows, outside of which the city of Internet seems a much friendlier place than it has for the past eight minutes of nighttime footage, bright and prosperous as opposed to grim and crime-infested. The board room itself is standard mbumive corporation fare: Lots of luxurious roller chairs around a very impressive table with a large television at one end. Several BOARD MEMBERS are surrounding the table, and at the head of the table is MISTER DOORS, the CEO of Wayne Industries.

BOARD MEMBER 1: Can’t the moderators do anything about it?

BOARD MEMBER 2: Like what? There’s a thousand places to hide in this city. A million!

BOARD MEMBER 3: A million places for a dolphin to hide?

BOARD MEMBER 2: You’d be surprised.

As they continue to argue, Bruce Wayne opens the doors and enters the room, doing his best not to look like he woke up twenty minutes ago.

MISTER DOORS: Members of the Board, how much the moderators can or can’t do to recover the Game Dolphin doesn’t matter. It’s out of our hands. What’s important is that we be prepared for the possibility that they cannot…Given recent events, I think it’s time we agree to the merger with Sentrillion.

BRUCE: Wait, we’re going through with the merger? Something happened to the Game Dolphin? What’s going on?

MEMBER 2: Anonymous broke into the building and tried to steal the Dolphin.

BRUCE: Tried?

MEMBER 2: It got away.

MISTER DOORS: The success of the Dolphin was our only chance of remaining independent. Now our only choices are the merger or a quick slide into bankruptcy.

BRUCE: Huh…How long until the merger?

MISTER DOORS: We’re meeting with the Sentrillion execs next Tuesday.

BRUCE: Hm…One week of freedom.

MISTER DOORS: I know your father wanted to keep Wayne Enterprises independent, Bruce, and we tried our best. But the fact of the matter is, we can’t.

BURCE: Huh? Oh, no, I understand. You do what you have to to keep the company alive, Mister Doors. That’s what we’re paying you for, after all.

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INT. HALLWAY -DAY

The board members, Mister Doors, and Bruce are walking through the hallway. Everyone but Bruce is walking with a businessman’s stride, and Bruce is lagging behind because of it.

BOARD MEMBER 1: Seriously, you tell the guy you’ve hooked him up with a Brazillian girl for the night, and he’s say “great! How many’s a brazillian?”

BOARD MEMBER 2: *laughs*

Bruce continues meandering down the hall until he finds Alfred, who’s waiting for him at the far end and holding an empty platter for some reason.

ALFRED: Master Wayne.

BRUCE: Hey. Have I got anything else planned for the day?

ALFRED: No, Master Wayne, but you have a date with Miss Mariana Torres, you said you’d pick her up at nine.

BRUCE: Nine…That should be enough time.

ALFRED: Enough time for what, Master Wayne?

BRUCE: Hm? Oh, nothing.

Bruce walks off down a separate hallway, leaving Alfred behind. Alfred sighs in frustration with Bruce’s irresponsibility and walks off in the opposite direction.