Gotham screenplay

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Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.

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Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.

.. naked Wonder Woman: Hi, I'm naked Diana and I'm a survivor of flesh-eating disease, courtesy of cell-phone nanotechnology. I've died many times, horribly more than the last, and I can survive, barely, flesh-eating disease, but ordinary mortals won't survive it once. Okay, the cell-phone nanontechnology is a Y2K paradigm- flesh-eating disease is the real Y2K, designed to go off at a certain instant ,not sure exactly when, but sooner rather than later. It's too close to being past the margins of the start of the milleneum. So, the organic chemistry of felsh flesh-eating nanotech.. It's an electronic switch which is the coin electronic spin, the coin nucleur spin, the coin magnetic moment etcetera ad nauseum, all coupled, like my nude breasts, if they're still there, like my nude breasts are coupled in magnetic moments.. We are presently going through a nucleur relaxation time, a false lull before the flesh-eating storm, Bbrrriiinnngg! Hello, ahhh! Just kidding, but not for long. The next briinngg could be fatal. Relaxation is open to free radicals, like wittle me. All cell-phones have magnetic fields,.. The key is magnetism,.. magnetism manipulates the ferrous compound at the centre of the nanotech flesh-eating hemoglobin molecule, synthesized molecule, meant to replace the hemoglobin in our blood... So.. invisible zinc and invisible copper are the electrodes at the dimensions of the cell-phone. The cell-phone attaches, leeches, if you will, the potassium K+ and sodium Na 2+ in the cellular membrane of our neurons. There is a flesh-eating neutralization titration which involves chemical reactions of sodium carbonate, sodium hydrogen carbonate, sodium hydroxide in the ion brain-pumps of our neurons.. Colours, colours and colours.. bromocresol green.. blue-green algea.. sky-blue aliquot... enough colours for now.. it all happens as fast as quicksilver, or quickmercury, or quickiodine.. Choride and mercury... chlorine, geez.. - crying – have to stop for now...

.. the lit rush of a scroll, described in the Gutenberg Galaxy by Marshall McCluhan is the same phenomenon as the lit rush against a movie screen, which produces air-transmittable electric positive ions which tranquilly neutralize the flesh-eating effect of nanotech cell-phones.. it is a science so old, it may hearken back to the egyptians, to the priest-scholar Hermes, this mystical lit-rush ion effect, like mineral water or noni juice, which simply cancels out the flesh-eating nanotechnology. The Egyptian book of the dead may have anticipated flesh-eating nanotech along with Dante's inferno. I don't understand the science of lit rushes too well but hopefully I'll be able to read some medieval documents soon to get a jist of it. Movie screens are hieroglyphs thru which lights a lit rush- movie screens hearken back to ancient egypt and medieval scrolls... more later..

The Joker: ... the night is casting my simple existance in mornings in my naked body is the devil is the devil in screwtape in the fucking every single idea in the morning of .... okay... the Maxwell Lord got the OMAC armour from the High Evolutionary armour... The High Evolutionary gave Max Lord his armour tech for his Omacs... Maxwell Lord just wasn't able to invent the Omac armour technology himself.... it was too evolutionary... .... okay yokay... on to cell-phone nanotechnology... thiosulphate... hydronium ions are key to everything.. then ther's hydrochloric acid.. hydroxide ions.. ther's carbonic acid and sodium chloride... colours colours and colours.. bromocresol green.. bromothymol blue.. naked Diana:.. my naked thighmol  my naked body screams thymol thiol at cell phones scream... Joker: .. methyl orange... methyl red... all the colours of my dandy decor... what else.. nitro, azo akyl, atroxy, azoxy... the Riddler: pha... ptha.. phalate... phalanine.. phat ltle.. mere phattle.. the Joker: pirate pyridine.. weak dibasic acid and its salts.. nude Diana: you love your acids.. i like that about you.. maybe we can melt these cell-phones with enough acids if we have enough variety of acids to do the job before these cell-phones melt us.. i don't want my vagina to melt.. the joker: .. neither do i .. okay.. dobay.. nitrogen-ammonia are a Two-face coupled reaction.. nitrogen is one face and ammonia is another... ahh.. maleic acid.. maleate.. oxalic acid.. oxalate.. Two-face has a differing or second disassociation constant.. naked mrs. Freeze a autoprotolysis constant... Nazi sodium.. Na 2# sodium.. Na 2+ sodium... hydrogen carbonate... K + not K2 rather K+ potassium hydrogen phalate.... saturated cyclic amines such as naked piperidine.. mike phenol.. mike phenol pthalein.. does your mutter no yor mike.. mr j: amphiprotic amino acids.. aliphatic amines... ammonium salts.. hydronium ions.. sodium Na 2+ hydroxide .. potassium K + hydroxide.. barium hydroxide.. we'll beat this flesh eating nanotech virus ..

The Joker: ... relations bewteen ...

Bruce Wayne: ... barbara minerva wants to kill me... she wants to bleed the blood from my wounds like prayer... her prayer is loveblood.. my blood... she loves my blood.. she loves my death.. she loves as blood.. she wants to infect me with a nanotech flesh eating virus.. with a trusty cell phone...

The Joker:... I won't let that happen...

Bruce Wayne:... it may be inevitable.. she has no free will.. she's a warm-blooded sociopath.. the worst kind.. her blood is love.. her killing is love.. her love kills ... her love is a flesh eating virus... she is going to nanotech cannibilize me...

The Joker: .. if i can't stop it from happening.. i'm not a very good chemist...

Bruce Wayne: Chicken George is supposed to meet me alone. But Barbara's bloodlust love won't allow it.

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“Gotham” screenplay

Faust was a doctor. It was- what was it? A licence to kill? He had made a deal with the devil- the medical establishment. They were in the practice of slow murder. It was a willful neglect of obvious truths. A misdiagnosis of an illness which would be a death sentance if it had been true- blank, blank- was a matter to be forgotten. Forgotten forgotten. Forget forgetfullness. She was forgotten back into the hands of those who had mistakenly diagnosed a death sentance illness for her. Now that she was back in their hands, she was in deep pain again. She was Gertrude. She is my mother. The mobled queen with a disease which was a mote to trouble the mind's eye, the mind's eye of the “professionals”. She troubles them. They don't know how to cure her. It was only an ulcer. An ulcer. But she's been lying in bed in hospitals for at leas three months now. Her legs are wasted away. How can she even start walking? She was supposed to be brought to a physical rehab where she would, through swimming exercises in shallow pools, regain the motility of her legs. She has often said swimming is the best form of exercise. But she was brought back to incompetent hospitals instead, and the one she was in for months refused to let her go.

 

Bruce Wayne is at a mental institution.  He is informed that there is a woman who is being kept naked in a cell.  He is in a state of shock.   They walk to her cell, and he disrobes and gets naked himself.  Then he walks into her cell.  She has never spoken.  She is Pamela Isley.  He sits naked beside her and they both sit naked together.  He starts speaking softly to her.  She begins talking, for the first time in the mental institution.  The psychiatrists have left.  Batman offers to put some of his clothes on her but she adamantly, silently refuses.  He says they have to escape.  He takes her out of the cell and they both escape naked through a window.  They make their way both naked all the way to Wayne Manor, walking through hotel corriders, swinging through buildings on batarangs which Batman has stored in a secret compartment in a hotel corridor.

In the first Justice League movie, naked Wonder Woman and naked Batman are both naked when they rescue an undressed young man from prison who is being kept in isolated confinement.  The two superheros are also naked when they rescue autistic men from a mental institution where they are being sexually abused.
 

First scene

The following can be a monologue by the Scarecrow, played by Cillian Murphy

Bruce is alone in an apartment-like room in his mansion. Time is futile. All the clocks stand still, as does the age. He is safe in his drawing room, as all hell breaks loose around him. He is very much a man of drawing rooms, of enclosed decor, of tomb-like corbicles and room-vaults and table from safe medieval ages of renaissance pageantry. His mansion is as if an enclosure of the renaissance, a safe age, a safe mansion, in a safe age of place of vegetation medievalism. The giant trees around him trust him and believe his soul, he knows where to go around him/them and by which medieval-puzzle of a tree to know his turning and corner-stones of soul-key to realities of concrete empiricism. He is safe to study the reality as a scholar here, He can feel himself in medieval ages of scholarship deduction to divine the key-souls of Gothams past to Gothams future by Gotham present-tense to soulkey in cornerjourney cornerGotham by Corner Two-Face territory, which is a divided journey, a divided alchemical path on a thin ledge, a thin corner-ledge of divided path, too much beyond Bruce's sense of personal effacement – which was Gotham's effacement from Baroque to Gothic/gothic to romanesque, a kind of rotating disc is Two-face town, a magnetic disk/disc, a magnetic coin?- a quantum coin- of magnetic spin?, turning to jockeying channel zigzagging to frequency inane in journey and key, keys ending, bass registers to trombones immense by hearts journey to medieval renaissance imagery by criminal soul rescued to criminal journey salvation by renaissance treble and multiple-frequency zone... something medieval in Bruce's soul prevents him from returning to Two-face.

He resides here. Knowing chaos is a matter of timing. Entropy timing. Knowing his clocks tell no time but/by internal register, like synthesizers, of light-screen image number signal permutations, but only objective fact and facting to stolidity of the immobile watch on his wrist which telled no coherent time, a randomized watch, of its/his own personal subjectivity, a watch's in-itself self enclosed subjectivity into eternal density, eternal randomization, an irrational noun.

Bruce will wait, by randomizations principles, patience of eternal irrationality, will wait while his mind reaches an emotion which seeks his underground inductions and surmisings of soul's remains of a friend's

What was Two-face's resurrection to crime, like a head-spin of a coin, a flight-spin of a coin, a coin flight into Nasa, and was it his own self-made salvation, to be an entrepreneurical heuristically for cause of embezzlement? Bruce knew Harvey had gotten tired of faking it when he'd already made it, like a sullen, grounded space shuttle, ground into discombobulate safety. Something living in Bruce's soul was a feeling a sense of divided conquest, as if he'd divided the city with Harvey, and now felt a kind of solace in restful detective-work for a significant period, a period of pi, of the irrational, irrational hanger in Two-face cezaine Cezanne no guy to trust with logic. To prolong the doom-bells of impatience, of self-tasking impatience from arriving; Bruce had to learn emotion. He had to reattain it from his mansion as it had lasted here forever if recently built. .. all was environment for/of/for-of emotional cues of emotional memory ie.. meme-or-ies of emotional quz en grunz

- wait, how long had he been here? A year? Two hours but a year? The mansion just built, like eagles wings had built it. Like a mansion could arise from the ground like an elevator, like an ambitious, well-dressed hell's denizon for whom the world awaited. Harvey Two-face rising in an elevator from hell, in rich, colourful sillhouette. A mansion here forever waiting reawaiting for his soul to return.

A mansion built brick by brick, by labour lasting, yet so swift to comeuppance, so swift to longing, so ready to die its building, to reach completion, and death in function ready now that livings building had ended.

- Flashback of workers building Wayne manor again-

.. architectural montage of or/an efficient building, then suddenly, day, and finish of work. Two men leave for a car, symbolically.

One man: It's finished. Didn't take long. Is that a mirage, what we built? It looks bigger on the outside than the inside.

Other man: You never know what you're building. There were a lot of us. I don't know how many.

First man: It's just- I don't know – different age, different building, like we built a pyramid.

Second man: Real deal. Raw deal too. Building should have been bigger. This is gonna pay well for future endeavours. I think we all- just – fell together – knew each other- knew what we were building, and for whom.

First man: Do you think mister Wayne dropping in once in a while helped it together? Meister Wayne is a man of quandry.

Second man: Like a shadow he worked- working the building. Workin' the world, all the ill if he worked the good toward the cause, the primal fist of Faustian fact, of creationism dogma with a hammer thorlog be orlog.. He knowed everything, gave us schematics, like he lived in it, but as a shadow, who can make work as effortless as quick.

First man: I like the building. It's found its home here.

- the two men go in the car – the second man, as he's going in the carseat, looks out -

Second man: This is the house that Jack built.

- he gets in the car. The doors close. The car drives off down or up a long, winding road, dwarfing its path to and from a mansion enhancing in visual scale and significance, like dwarf tunnels and chambers in Mount Doom.

- end scene -

Gell Osey was a bad girl.  A dangerous girl. “You’re a very dangerous girl”, the words kept on repeating themselves in her mind.  “Geeeelllll Oseeeyyyy….. Geeeelll Oseeyyy” The girls had repeated the name over and over again. 

 “Wonder Woman!!” Gell Osey cried, “I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!”

     She didn’t want to be weighted down by chains.  She didn’t want to carry ennobling loads of weights.  She was not of the spirit of the camel, which rejoiced in its load-bearing strength.  She’d rather that the weight of the chains just kill her.

     The mysterious man entered.

     “I’m a friend”, he said, then faltered, “no, that’s- that’s the wrong word to use, isn’t it.  They’ve poisoned that word.  Friend.”

     Gell Osey was silent.  Then she began speaking in a sing-song voice.

     “Friend… friend… the friends of ships gone yonder.. each ship is a friend to the other.. they will all sink together.. as friends..”

     “That’s the spirit”, said the man, “sorry, I hope that didn’t sound condescending.  I’m.. we’re getting out of here.”

     “They attached chains to me.  I still feel them.  I can’t tell if they’re still there or not.”

     “It’s like the Spielberg, a prison that used to be in France, where they attached weights to the prisoners.  You’re a survivor.”

    

    “I HATE Wonder Woman!  She goes along with all the horrible things the Holiday girls do.  None of it means anything to her.”

   “The Holiday girls are predators.  And… Wonder- “, he stopped himself from speaking the name, feeling it would only serve as a trigger.

   “I’m a child.  And they send all the children to prison, don’t they.  I heard, but no!  That Wonder Woman herself was like a child, that she wasn’t entirely grown up.  But I know that’s- that’s bullshit!”

   “Gell Osey.  I have something to tell you, that my conscience can’t hold in silence.”

   “Who are you, by the way.”

    “I’m a very bad man.”

    “Oh that’s so- kind to hear.”

    “Gell Osey.  The asshole who put you in here is not Wonder Woman.  It was one of the women of Venus disguised as her.  Gell Osey…. you are Wonder Woman.  It was a mindwipe.  They wiped away all your memories, except maybe a few, like the memory you have of Wonder Woman being likened to a child.”

   Gell Osey was silent.  Her eyes entered an entranced stillness.  Her whole frame seemed to have become weary with an inward weight.  Her breathing had become louder, huskier.

    “I told you”, said the man, “because Wonder Woman is a legacy.  And the women of Venus, nasty customers as they are, want to mindwipe that legacy.  You are Wonder Woman because you wanted to release all prisoners.  You wanted to release all the prisoners on Venus, that ferocious desire remained within you even after the mindwipe.  The albatross, it’s a poem by Baudelaire, whose wings are so large they prevent the albatross from walking.  Wings become like chains.  You wanted the prisoners on Venus to have wings to fly with.”

“What’s your name?” asked Gell Osey.

“Lex. Lex Luthor.  I know the paths and caverns of prisons like the back of my hand.  I’m an eternal prisoner.  So I knew I could find you.”

    As they made their way through the tunnel Lex had mined through the prison walls, he kept on repeating, quietly, urgently, breathily “…. A legacy…you’re a legacy… you live outside time, outside thought, outside reality… you’re a thought… you’re a thought in my mind which is- irrepressible.. I couldn’t let you go….. I just couldn’t let you go… I felt like it was pathological…. Like some of evil corner of my mind that wouldn’t let you go, evil because of what it would sacrifice to keep you alive… alive in my mind… But I knew that that woman couldn’t be you…”

     He paused.

     “Sorry”, he said, “I haven’t been paying attention to what I’ve been saying.”

     “It’s good”, said Gell Osey, “I feel like I was created from some evil corner of a dilipitated room… and our thoughts are meeting each other..”

    “How many of them are there”, Gell Osey asked, “the women disguised as me.  It still seems unreal, like I’m still just useless, lazy Gell Osey and- and her.. She’s real.. She has the reputation.. She’s the one who MEANS something.. who means.. everything… everything that women have to offer.. that sounds so strange, what I just said: “that women”, I mean, like there’s just this mass of womanhood and it’s all about what it can be exchanged for, what its price is… how much work there is behind it and what it’ll go for in the raffle-market…”

     “You’re Wonder Woman all right, the philosopher-queen..”

     “Oh, no, I’m not a queen of anything… queens scare me… ever since I read “Snow White””

      “You asked how many of them there are disguised as you.  That’s a good question.  It could be a significant number.”

      “I felt like vomiting so often in that prison, because my stomach… my stomach felt like a prison, with hard walls, the air so immensely heavy inside it, my stomach just wanting to collapse under its own weight.”

     Gell Osey felt like she was fading away into two phantoms, a dual-phantom, like some metaphysical optics; she felt like she was her own double.  Like there was one image of her and then another one; they both faced each other.  And they were both fake.  She was like the echo of a canyon that nobody heard.  An echo- that was her identity. 

 The visual content of the Alice’s Wonderland which opens up in her closet will draw from the metaphors and imagery in the subsequent monologues and dialogues.

Batman feels a feeling of death.  Part of his soul is given to death.  Death is slow; he is slow.  He thinks slow thoughts.  His emotions are tired, lethargic.  The costume adds to him an element of mystery.  A mystery he feels he hasn’t earned.

Cobblepot Mansion

Interior shot.

Pamela Isley, The Penguin’s ward, is looking with a kind of delirium of apathy at the wall.

Exterior shot.

The exterior of the Penguin’s mansion is covered with masses of vegetation.  The wind seems to be blowing the vegetation by some inward call, some inward vibrating pulse of sound, within the vegetation which gives the motions of it an appearance of autonomy, of autopoesis.  The exterior of the mansion then begins darkening from the centre, gradually opening up into an abyss.  This shot fades into a shot of closet doors opening up within the mansion.  The interior of the closet is like a surreal panorama out of Alice’s Wonderland, within which resides Pamela Isley, dressed ornately and sitting on a throne leisurely like a spoiled princess.  Then the Alice’s Wonderland scenario start shrinking into the screen, becoming a shrinking square surround by utter blackness.  Then when the square has become the size of a toy castle, the blackness subsides and fades into the interior décor of the Penguin’s mansion.

Pamela Isley:  See, Oswald, that’s my toy castle.  You have your castle and I have mine.

Penguin:  Truly, my dear, and I- I have to keep my castle going.  It is a castle with perhaps many confines, wards and dungeons- Oh my God, Pamela, I’m sorry.

Pamela Isley:  No, it’s okay, the only dungeon is the one in my soul.  I’m on the outside looking in, sometimes, looking into my tiny castle and seeing visions of- of some kind of Hell?  Or some journey through both Heaven and Hell?  And all the vegetation outside is the bridge between the two, tendrils reaching from Hell to Heaven and from Heaven to Hell.  Heaven doesn’t want to forget its Hell.  If it did, if Heaven shut it’s eyes to sleep away its hellish visions, sleep until the end of all things, it would be like.. a perpetual rain- rain, rain, nothing but rain- in Heaven, the teardrops of Hell.

.Penguin:  Rain.  The teardrops of Hell.  Like Gotham rain, which always is so palpable it seems like it pulses like heartbeats of sorrow, like it’s a living, organic entity.  Hence my variety of umbrellas.  The identity of each rainfall is different.

Pamela Isley:  Each rainfall a melody, the raindrops each a note in the melody.

Penguin:  My umbrellas- a melody from the rain tiptapping against my umbrella.

Pamela Isley:  You love them, don’t you.  Each umbrella with its unique knowledge of rainfalls.

Penguin: I needed an individualized umbrella to speak to each rainfall, to be the rain’s antenna into our city, so that the rain can speak its sorrow, its pitying sorrow for humanity.  (pause)  I’ve always wanted to.. cure Gotham of its dungeons.

Pamela Isley (close to tears):  I know.. I know..

Penguin: Perhaps, my concept, this vision of my imagination, of some sort of rather odd complex of telecommunications between my umbrellas and the rain is my attempt to reach all these souls.

Pamela Isley:  Is your taking me in an attempt to cure Gotham of its dungeons.

Penguin:  Yes indeed.  You didn’t belong in a mental institution.  You seemed like.. an enchantment.. frozen in time.. (pause)  I wanted to tell you.  Someone found you.  He told me about you.

Pamela Isley:  He did?  What did he say?

Penguin:  He said he saw you sleeping and you reminded him of Albertine sleeping in Proust’s novel, “The Prisoner”.  He said in your sleeping you seemed have solved many of the riddles of sleep.  Of the sleep which lay underground dreams.  That you’d solved many of the root causes of sleep.

Pamela:  I can see myself just languishing in delirium.  I can see him lifting me, carrying me, me weighing like a ghost would weigh, a phantom burden.

Naked Pamela Isley:  To the men I love, I offer my sorrows like morning dew.  Sorrows of the morning… dark sorrows of the morning.  The dew is my-ahh, ethos.. of salvation, dew, this mist become substance, finding salvation in the violent puzzle-patterns in the morning, salvation existing between the puzzle-pieces, the mist become night become morning become the afterthoughts of all that has been translated from dream to solidity.  What is it when dreams are too solid, when they seem more solid than solidity itself, more determined by some supernatural gravity, these dreams having a gravity not of this earth.  (pause)  Am I that solidity of solidities?  Am I a gravity beyond earth.  It all seems like the condition of my sensibility for love.

Riddler:  You speak riddles within riddles, Pamela.  I wish I had your sense of a riddle’s depth.  I’m just a riddlering dilettante.

I already have my seduction scene written.  The “you’ve been denied the embrace of a woman for too long, haven’t you” scene.  After the end of Pamela’s monologue she and Bruce kiss passionately.

Pamela Isley: My vision of a dungeon, my little Hell on earth.

What if there’s a theme in the movie that Batman keeps on forgetting things he knows. 

Pamela Isley:… sleep unto death… A royal enchantment…

Maybe throughout the movie Batman displays literary-detective skills, and only those kind of detective skills.  The detective skills involved in unraveling a work of literature.  What kind of detective skills are involved in analyzing  “Finnegans wake”?  Vocal, phonetic skills?  Does Batman at one time read a text out loud to himself and find out its meaning thereby?

  

Perhaps, vegetation is to Poison Ivy what the Iron Man costumes were for Tony Stark in Iron Man 3.

Penguin:  “When we’ve got work and we’ve been doing the work and we feel like we’ve done nothing that means something remains.. unresolvable.”

Riddler  (answering the Penguin):  If I be an actual mudder, then I would be sunken in the grave, matey.  Ahoy, your ship of dead-men’s nails- letsa, getsa going.. to where?  Into the golden mean, into the muddle-range of society’s strata, going everywhere and nowhere abridged into a daily column of crime-wave nonsense.  That be me: av’rage criminal, both everywhere and nowhere but going in both directions fast, like an equation involving infinity and related rates of speed from a calculus course I took once for no purpose.

Riddler:  You are a ninnie-nannie you don’t know what your writing because you don’t have the knowledge of the relevance of what you are doing.  I’m a friend, a good friend, Hanno, I just wanted to make a play with the whole idea that it is not me talking it is actually me speaking a narrative which is like

The Riddler’s style of speech is determined by his tempo of speech.  He can speak with a rotund slowness, where a vowel slows down to the ebullient gravity of a gong or churchbell.

Bruce Wayne’s style of speaking is like a mist, a shimmering mist, the meanderings of madness.

Penguin:  My parents, they tried to kill me.  Bruce… someone killed your parents.  And I just, I can’t explain, I felt like the killer of my parents, like the violence between us, between me and my parents, was.. an exchange.. a commodity-exchange.. like I was a rare commodity too old and withered to keep and was somehow…an enigma- you know Edward Nygma, perhaps he’d understand or be able to explain it without understanding it, he has the gift of words for it.

Bruce: I can’t even imagine.. what it’s like for you.  I feel like I’m the lucky one of the two of us. 

Penguin:  Your tragedy was…      .

Perhaps- ah, have you read “The Golden Bowl”, by Henry James.

Bruce:  No.. I don’t know why..

Penguin:  The golden bowl which is the titular symbol of the book, has a crack in it, diminishing irrevocably its value.  I felt like.. I was an antique with a crack in it, and that’s why they tried to kill me.  Something like, when Jesus speaks of a room once its been dusted it becomes all the more amicable to a visitation by demons.  Is that a crack in a golden bowl is?  An entry for demons, like a narrow strait by which demons can enter into a heavenly chamber and make it their home.

Bruce Wayne’s style of speaking is like a mist, a shimmering mist, the meanderings of madness.

Penguin:  My parents, they tried to kill me.  Bruce… someone killed your parents.  And I just, I can’t explain, I felt like I was the killer of my parents, like the violence between us, between me and my parents, was.. an exchange.. a commodity-exchange.. like I was a rare commodity too old and withered to keep and was somehow…an enigma- you know Edward Nygma, perhaps he’d understand or be able to explain it without understanding it, he has the gift of words for it.

Bruce: I can’t even imagine.. what it’s like for you.  I feel like I’m the lucky one of the two of us. 

Penguin:  Your tragedy was…      .

Perhaps- ah, have you read “The Golden Bowl”, by Henry James.

Batman:  No.. I don’t know why..

Penguin:  The golden bowl which is the titular symbol of the book, has a crack in it, diminishing irrevocably its value.  I felt like.. I was an antique with a crack in it, and that’s why they tried to kill me.  Something like, when Jesus speaks of a room once its been dusted it becomes all the more amicable to a visitation by demons.  Is that a crack in a golden bowl is?  An entry for demons, like a narrow strait by which demons can enter into a heavenly chamber and make it their home.  It’s made me want to become the king of Gotham’s kingdom.  It’s why I ran for mayor.  I feel that Gotham is in a state of demonic possession, and I feel my own tragedies are also my gifts, with which I can.. cure Gotham of its madness.

Bruce:  What you said, about your tragedies being your gifts.. It makes me wonder, is the night I devote myself to a gift?  The perpetual night.

Batman: I’m trying to figure out why I havn’t read Henry James,  an d it seem ee e me like ghost of the direction you always know ther is a .. it seemed like Henry James was too genteel for him, that I was an imposter in such society.  I’m just like, I feel like I’m a fiction, more of a fiction than one of his novels.

Poison Ivy’s consciousness, Maya’s soul, has phased into Batman’s speaking.  I want to figure out what this means.

Penguin:  Pamela Isley has said things about herself remarkably like what you’ve said.

Riddler:  Without my sense of proportion, I would be a castawah… castaway…, an island somewhere.  I would be desolate as a spring in summer, like a personality fever destined for the rubbish-bins of biography, like a lummox of evil sloth… sloth.. yeth.. want to afoidth thath.. thloth, I’m gething feepy.  I think I’ll just lie on the

Bruce Wayne and Pamela Isley meet each other naked in Hell. The fires burn through their bodies. Their bodies have become one body, a single Hell metabolism. Their bodies have become Hell, the organic machinery of Hell. Hells tendrils of vegetation enwrap their lovemaking bodies. They begin descending through the stone-patterned floor. They descend into an abyss as they make love, an abyss of old cupboards and shelves and closets and all kinds of claustrophobic, interior decor. Old, autumn-coloured vegetation enwraps the decor, as if they are descending into autumn, into an underground, autumn Gotham. Underground tunnels surround them. They hear the sound of trains.

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I know Gore Vidal did not write “Myra Breckinridge”. He wasn't able to get that fact through all the false media outlets and it's why he became so embittered in his old age, although I believe the reports of his rudeness to Oliver Stone are inaccurate, a man who has also been media-assassinated by a movie I don't believe he directed, “Any Given Sunday”. Most likely Vidal simply felt “Nixon” hadn't focused on Nixon's extensive, historically pivotal diplomacy in China, and also asked Oliver Stone about the pedophilic dialogue in “JFK” which had been voiced-over Laurie Metcalf.

Rusty was female and I'm convinced was a real woman. Some of the tortures Myra Breckinridge inflicts on Rusty can only be inflicted on the female body. The original book of “Myra Breckinridge” took place in an abortion clinic. Rusty was a woman Myra Breckinridge was forcing to have an abortion. The book describes an abortion. The book was viciously altered against Gore Vidal's wishes.

I believe Truman Capote's endorsement of the book is false. He never endorsed it. He may have been investigating the Solar Lodge cult which took place in the town of Vidal, a trial which took place in 1968 or 1969, before Myra Breckinridge was released in 1970. The name Gore Vidal. There was a trial which took place against the Solar Lodge of Vidal, a cult led by a Jean Brayton, a very common name which you will find among more than one entirely innocent woman on the internet.

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Bruce Wayne speaks about himself in the third-person. He is stitting in the batcave at the computer which leads into the rocky cave wall like mist into night.

Batman:  Bruce Wayne is never punctual because he is a man of culture and leisure.  He feels very much time is his to exegesize.  Time is his exegeses of his soul, of his soul in a watchmaking prowess,  There is in his time a belief in the organic principle, the organic paradigm of the individual in his own time.  His own time-making world. 

There is a prolonged black-turquoise grainy shot of Batman in cowl staring direct toward the screen, at the computer, while speaking to himself this long monologue, a significant example of how he talks to himself.  The single shot of his cowled face with its features in erratic motion lasts for the whole subsequent monologue.

Batman: Bruce felt the computers were totally running the corporation.  The usual culprits.  Sometimes they looked like people, but kept rigourous computer CPU time.  The clock of a computer was a contraption of malfeasance.  Perpetual recycled time, recycling time into ad nauseum, ads of clocks, clock-time, punctuality of precision to the computer’s edge, all the edge  of actual margin, of margin testing margin, of margin of error to no time to wait, no patience of error was margin of error, error-working was a time’s delay of no early no late is numbers great in motion great in many permutations of margin of too error in approximation of gambling ratio of slot always wins also the player loses to time too late always too late with the right numbers.  The corporation of               had been made into a computer.  Was the next stage to make a city into a computer?  Gotham was in trouble.  To early too late let’s nudge the margins a little too early by late but who?  Is there a riddle in this?  You, if I’m guilty of being too late, of coming in time to many permutations of number for which each manipulation mind-game of number is a slot machine, is an endless permutating of random number combinations.  To make a city like a corporation which is a computer, or a CPU, a CPU corporation, run on binary principles of right and wrong with no moral anchor, no moral prioritization to the standard right/wrong paradigms.  A punctuality maze which is a trail into nothingness, nothingness at the centre, a leading trail into nothingness, a heart leading nowhere, a rail trail of guts intense, arches of railways into centre-zones, a sense of belief of parity of all priorities to a single punctuality, no choice between them, which is the premise of prioritization , prioritizing one punctuality before another, because of authority, complaining authority, a CPU pretending to be a human being, a hologram

The Riddler is never on time.  Neither is Bruce.

“ 'living alone in a paradise”

“O'/ol' man, take a look at my life”

Bruce Wayne was tired of much. .. maybe he wasn't so smart but he didn't understand why the writers and editors of the New York Times got away with it for as long as they did. Corruption rose to the top and ate its way outwards. Media was media and media corroberated evil because media was media. Bruce Wayne had suffered demotion in life.  The New York TImes was time the Riddler is clock time.. gongs of the Riddler.. The new York time s was New York gutter pedophilic flith journalism.. the new York times was the rem fe m rerum murder redrum murder female rockstars sexutally sexually torturing sextualy torturing children male children.. on purpose.. and the New York times approving.. time time riddler time..

The corrupt were very much guilty of nothing but being corrupt for corruptions sake. Because it sold newspapers. Because a certain element in corruption was the manipulatable condition, human condition, of manipulatable seeking the sewers of gutter journalism- because it was a mafia-debt built with guilt-conscience. One was guilted into buying newspapers. One was guilted into reading them, into perpetuating their filth, by your filth-conscience, of greasing the oils and machines of industry for - - realty's sake? the Toronto Star was filth gutter journalism..the Toronto star was pedophilia gutte r journalism .. kids children can read can read it in their hope homes.. read it ion the floor.. where they say newspapers belong... toys don't belong on the floor but newspapers do.. but kis  kids  jlike reading newspapers on the floor.. the toronto star is filth gutter pedofilia jouranilsim journaliasm you cannot love god and mammon manbmon both.. the globe Globe and mail was filth gutter lland grab gaza land grab gutter journalism Iranian land gramb Persian land gram b gutter journalism.. the naiontal post was filth gutter journaimlism.. a journeyman was Conrad black though.. he horrifically tried to do something good.. but it went filth gilth guilt filth guiltfilth.. The Toronto star globe and mail national post were erororotoerroroot were these mens  ... these newspapers these womens.. thse hthese newspapers were ege egu eugenics..

Was it a land-grab? Were newspapers a land-grab? The land of every home? - of unsolicited entrance by newspapers, the demographic was realty? The population was under control of a majority publication. A newspaper was a postage stamp on the floor of your home.

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Jerry: Thomas Jefferson once said if he would have to choose to live without government or newspapers, he would unhesitatingly choose the former.

Eric: I would choose to live without either.

Naked Catwoman: You need a woman, don't you.

Batman: I thought I did.

Naked Catwoman: Maybe you need me. A naked woman is a message.

Batman: (pause) The only peace I know is death.

Naked Catwoman: My body is

Bruce Wayne: “I'm rusty on my reading. This zodiac of gangs- what were my last thoughts on it. That they function like a computer virus, devising all contexts about them. That they have come together through happenstance destiny, that all gangs of history whether Royalist or sans-cullote, the encompassive a's and b's of the gang integral, Fouche feminism, have culminated in Gotham by a kind of domino affect/effect of insane orginazational logistics in perfect or as perfect as possible crystalline utopia of organizational topology of unprecedented self-referential complexity. Hmmh. These gangs pride themselves justly in having no stringent hiearchy, but rather having a rotating central stage axis around which hierachies dance, that this gang architecture within the grandest architecture in Gotham itself have adopted the organizational topology of a hemoglobin molecule, a planetary globe, and call the invisible axis binding them all together their ruling authority, their blindly leading authority, leading by an inevitable bass bowels timbre of trajectory by preordained vico regulations and coordination” - cue Yeats, you probably know which famous quote about mere anarchy.

Alfred: “A formidable adversary for an man to task himself with unravelling. Some tea, green tea, master Bruce, to await such selfsaid task for a true Royalist of the quintessential variety.”

Billy Zane Lex Luthor: Otis, kay, so, you're my second in command. No wonder the Republic fell. Gotham is the Republic. Go to work.

Otis: Yeth, mista Lutor.

Lex Luthor: Okay. So the media rubble is the ruble. The ruble is a naked russian gypsy woman.

Naked Catwoman walks in.

Catwoman: I'm going to Korea.

Lex Luthor: Pick the north.

Catwoman: Yeth, mista lutor.

Lex luthor: The media espouses right-wing views. Right-thinking views. I'm a right-thinker. Never let the right-thinker know what the left hand is doing. Right is creative. Left is Lex Luthor. LL.

Otis: So Right is the Joker?

Naked Catwoman: Yayyy!

Lex Luthor: Cuban art. Cuban cigars. I will someday sell my soul for a cuban cigar.

Otis: Is that how the Joker became leader of Cuba.

Lex: The Joker earned a lot of goodwill from the devil. He's going to be around a long, long time.

Naked Catwoman: Da cubans like their cigars. I sold my soul to the devil to become the naked mistress of Korea.

Alfred:  You have an American isolationism.. no .. God no.. an American internationalism which does not abide well with this recent isolation of Gotham by the rest of America, I'm not entirely certain, done with the will of America and its federal government behind it.  I feel there is an interface of agencies, very delocalized, which have arranged this no mans land they, whoever "they" is, wish to make of Gotham.  It seems like something out of Poe, like we are the pit and they are the pendulum.  I come from the land of Poe, there is something sinister and abyss-like in my background.  Butlers always stand against abysses, and we have dark histories, dark metaphysical lineages , to  our names.  I have often felt like a character out of Poe myself, and some kind of deep shadow of deep crime from one or more of his novels seems to have fallen over Gotham.

Batman:  Alfred, I have trouble talking objectively about Pamela Isley, but what do you think of her? 

Alfred:  She's very nice, I think she cherishes her oddity, which I find very charming.  She has a refined conscience, in the Ibsenesque sense.  I believe there.. are elements of the environment itself of her self-empassioned vocation which... turn in on her, turn in on themselves.  She's a chemist, but I think she hearkens back more for an alchemist legacy to her work.  I believe she seeks seks symbols in chemistry merely so they will seek for her.  She seeks so she will be seeken.  She craves to be a sought thing.  She wishes science isself itself to seek her so she may divine its immutable, metaphysically orchestrated agenda.  She seeks to be sought by the agendas of science, I believe.  She believes it keeps her honest.  I hope she will not.. make herself prey to some nasty corporate agendas, nasty corporate scientific .. I pray.. eugenic.. agendas.  - significant, deeply tragic, affrighted pause - I believe she's on a philosophical quest, and perhaps she quests herself to be the very philosophers stone itself of this quest.

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Penguin/Kruschev – I gave birth to the twentieth century. Guns, guns, and guns... machines are their cry.. cries of the womb ... my empire was a a womb.. a womb which gave birth to machines...

Bruce Wayne: I'm almost wondering.. is Poison Ivy.. partly .. machine..

Penguin: why would you.. no .. i understand.. you both have suffered much.. but i can't...

Bruce Wayne: .. you don't know her as well as i do.. she is the womb of industrialism..

Penguin: .. no .. no .. that's me..

Bruce Wayne: Maybe you're her father..

Penguin: ... her father?... her father? ... my god.. i never even thought.. is it true?..

Bruce Wayne: If you gave birth to her, then she is the twentieth century..

Penguin: .. .no .. no my war-machines are.. i invested heavily with.. a war .. empire.. not .. quite... earthly.. i .. can't say more..

Bruce Wayne: . .. someday you'll have to..

Penguin: .. yes.. but not .. today.. i'm in fear.. for her...

Bruce Wayne: .. i am in fear of my fear for her.. that's where we differ..

Penguin: .. do you trust your mistrust that much?...

Bruce Wayne: .. the more i look for her.. the less i find.. anything else...

Penguin: .. i only find her.. i only found her.. no one else...

Bruce Wayne: .. she is the end of my journey... i know.. my journey of poe... the po valley.. there is a village of lovecraft.. a friend freind i 'm working with.. is there....

Penguin: .. Panela.. O Pamela has read much lovecraft... he his works scare me...

Bruce Wayne: i believe the home.. the original home.. of the scarecrow is in lofecrafts word... in one of his works..

Penguin: Pamela loves the Scarecrow dearly.. she has a communical connection with him... he scares the crows... and the ravens.. from her.. her vegetation... her soul... it needs scarecrows.. one scarecrow in especial...

Bruce Wayne: .. the scarecrow helped me with me with my fear when i was young.. but he .. was much older then...

Penguin:... fear devils him...

Bruce Wayne: ... Pamela needs him... he devils her soul.. her heart.. her demon her heart... i have a demonheart which is hers... we share one body one demon one heart... when demons do clash...

Penguin: - spontaneously – Talia?

Bruce Wayne: Who?

Penguin: Talia.

Bruce Wayne: I believe I know the name.

Penguin: She has been looking for you... for a long lone time...

Bruce Wayne: What happens when she finds me...

Penguin: .. she has said she wants to take you to bed...

Bruce Wayne: .. to sleep together.. she wants to find me in sleep... she wants to share a poison sleep with me.. i remember now.. she poisoned me once with a knife..

Penguin: ... she did? ... no .. it wasn't her.. she was ... from somewhere else.. she was from a vision.. from a vision of mountainous towers scraping the sky..

Bruce Wayne: .. the one who poisoned me?....

Penguin: .. yes..

Bruce Wayne: .. you mean there's another?..

Penguin: .. there's a Talia born from the earth .. who has layed claim and been claimed by the earth..

Bruce Wayne: I thought she was the one who poisoned me..

Penguin: ... her father.. believed in shadows.. in shadows overtaking Gotham.. the shadow.. the soul.. of the Talia i mean..

Bruce Wayne: .. which Talia again..

Penguin: .. the second Talia.. the one from the earth...

Bruce Wayne: .. it's like flipping a coin..

Penguin: .. very like.. very like.. very much so..

Bruce Wayne: .. did Lazarus come back?...

Penguin: .. she's back.. yes.. the first Talia..

Bruce Wayne: .. the second?....

Penguin: .. you know her very well already... through shared glances.. through shared visions. .. through similar glints of the eye.. through a freemasons eye which you share..

Bruce Wayne: .. you mean we're both freemasons?...

Penguin: .. you make no secret of it...

Bruce Wayne: I'm not a man who believes in secrecy..

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The Riddler is in his lone, sparse apartment. An apartment in a building which is like a grey prison complex.

The phone rings:

The Riddler: Hello?

Jim Gordon Liddy: It's Liddy.

The Riddler: My God, are you okay.

Jim Gordon Liddy: I'm keeping a liddy on it.

The riddler: on what?

Jim Gordon Liddy: on the conspiracy to stop us from entering the castle..

the riddler: .. you tried to enter the castle.. on your own?..

Jim Gordon Liddy: .. with friends.. friends i trusted .. Batman was a contact for them.. they came from cuba island..

the riddler: .. from.. oh god.. The Joker runs cuba island..

Jim Gordon Liddy: .. let's take a walk.. there's only so much publicity a phone can take...

They meet outside.

The riddler: .. you were right outside... i'm surprised you called from the apartment.. i mean the apartment..

Jim Gordon liddy: ... need to know is real.. the enemy needs to know about the Joker... the Joker inspires shadowy fear in the enemy.. its like an aura... an illusion of .. plenty.. of .. many coins.. a quantum illusion of shadows.. but that's where our conversation stopped..

the riddler: .. so what happenned...

Jim Gordon Liddy:... let's walk.. my hair's a mess..

the riddler: .. don't worry..

Jim Gordon Liddy: .. let's go in the parking lot...

the riddler: .. the castle.. was the castle ready for us.. i mean were we ready for the castle.. a coin reversal of phrase...

Jim Gordon Liddy: ... it had to be today.. tonight.. there was no waiting.. no such luxury..

the riddler: .. and what happenned..

Jim Gordon Liddy: .. McCord..

the Riddler: .. my God, McCord was involved..

Jim Gordon Liddy: .. we needed a high-profile guy...

the Riddler: .. but how are we going to keep a liddy.. i mean a lid on it now.. this is gonna blow sky-high..

Jim Gordon Liddy: .. well, i'm just saying .. if you need me to be in particular place on the sidewalk.. at a particular time.. so one last conveniance can be ended.. on last corner margined away.. i' ready to go into the next world...

The Riddler's head snaps back.

The Riddler: .. well..hee hee.. i ' i' don't think we're quite there yet..

Jim Gordon Liddy: - looks at him for a long time.. unplussedly.. maybe diplussedly.. ambiguosly... and then with grave surprise.- you don't know... you don't know..

The Riddler: .. i don't know... what?...

Jim Gordon Liddy: .. that we are there yet.. that that is what the castle is all about...

The Riddler: .. i don't understand..

Jim Gordon Liddy: .. no you don't believe in violence.. so you don't see it.. maybe you never will.. you'll be pushing books in lawyerspeak.. and i'll be a raving loon.. dishevelled.. and it will all be over.. and the castle will go on.. parallel future indexes.. angles fractals.. a house for witches...

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Naked Poison Ivy: The writhing vegatation of my crawling belly. The cruel crawling foam vegetation of my belly. My belly is foam. It is the foam of guilt. The cruel ecstacy of guilt. In my belly. A crawling crest of ocean. In my belly.

Bruce Wayne: I think it's time to begin. The work. The work of many dominos. O f many puzzle-piece dominos. Each domino a puzzle piece in the puzzle of sequence, of Riemean sequence. Of rhyming sequence, rhyming dominos. Rhyming their collapse, their mutual collapse. Collasping veins of vegetation. Vega. Vogon. Voltron. Voltron is made up of domino pieces. Does a domino piece have autonomy. Is a domino piece a celebrity? Hollywood? The Riddler? The riddler does hollywood.

The post-crisis Riddler: I am going to clasp Hollywood, all of Hollywood, to my heart. It is presently in my lawbooks, in the indexes of my law-text and law-cards. But I have been building my heart for a long, long time. There have been many hourglass reversals, my domino reversals, in this time, in this Hollywood expansive time, in seive time. Hollywood a sieve which is a prison. A sponge. Doth thou take me for a sponge, milord?

Batman: A sponge?

The Riddler: Ay, a sponge, that doth soak up all of Hollywoods riches, treasures, gold and gold, currencies, bonds and securities, but once soaked up like a heaving tea bag heart, poof, thou shalt be dry of heart and empty again, Hollywood. A wasteland heart. T. E. Lawrences' desert.

Batman: Do you know Glubb Pasha.

The Riddler: He's back, I believe. Racing like a speed demon with child in arms through the cavern-streets of Gotham. He may have given the Flash his powers.

Batman: The Flash? Who is he? I don't know him?

The Riddler: There are many puzzles and riddles in time yet undivulged to your infinite philosophy... Batman.

Billy Zan Billy Zane Zane Grey Lex Luthor: The guts of corporations are nether-apocalips depths. Industrial guts. My instestines are intwined with it, with industry, nothing but industry. I built the first SR-71 with my industrial industry. A plane to fly out of the Gotham skyies of wastes. Gotham waste skies. A plane. It was all about a plane. A plane to save the planet. It's where it all began. Like Howard Hughes.

Otis: Are we going to be on the plane when it leaves?

Naked Catwoman: I HAVE to. I HAVE to. Even if I leave my intestines behind in Gotham. Dropping intestines like autumn leaves upon the mayhair, the hayside. I like high places, like all cats. I live in the vertical. Ooooops. Left my clothes on planet earth. Nope, didn't have any to begin with.

Otis: I like that about you.

Lex Luthor: So do I.

Naked Catwoman: - happily, coyly – So do I. ([pause) It bespeakes, my nakedness, to my body internal rhythm. Meeowww. To my internal gut clock. A cat-clock. My cat-heart clock is built to rhythms of clocks, clocks, clocks, all clocks of Gotham. My naked nudy body is naked Gotham ... gotham. - coyly – Eeeiiiiwwww... miiieeewwww....

Naked Catwoman: My naked body is a clock. A crawling clock. My naked body crawls. Crawling time. Eternal. My naked body is eternal. My naked body is a clock. Doom. Doom. Doooom. Doooooooommmm.. Mmmm. I love feeling the m's in my mouth. Letters, sucking the passions of letters. Like sucking dominos. Like sucking looooliiiipops... dominos like lolipops... dominos like letters.. mmmm.. Mmmmm.... I am a cat.

Naked Poison Ivy: .. my naked body is crawling vegetation.. it crawls through the earth.. like a silkworm.. my naked body is a silkworm... if it feels the labyirinth like its own gut instines..the labyrinth outside itself... inside itself.. feeling all its guts like railways inside my stomach.. nothing but railways.. I am my naked body fly off on a train...

 

Bruce Wayne: The Medici's have kept the Gaza section of Gotham under constant seige, with economic sanctions, economic blockades, missiles, bombs... and .. white posphorus.. what is white phosphors, for God's sake.. is it what turned Harvey Dent into Two-Face?... or something far less deadly... the media always amplifies the facts into horrific detail, most likely false.. but what is white phosphorus.. what do the Medici's hope to accomplish with it.. they say it provides cover for soldiers.. that it is a mist a cloud within which they can covertly operate.. then they also say it changes Harvey Dents into Two-Face's ... both statements from what proclaim to be reliable sources.. what is white phosphorus....

 

 

John Constantine appears like a phantom enwrapped by sheet-lighning hellfire.

John Constantine: Ay, mate. There's a lot of demonology in the woodwork of many naked Zatanna's weavework, 'pologize for the indiscretion. She insists I always say she's naked. She's naked like that.

Batman: I like that about her.

John: She likes you too, mate. A lot. She says she was meant to be your best friend. She says she be the nicest lass in the Gotham planet. The nicest girl, she mean. Something... happenned. She was written into ... hell. Into hell. She was sent to hell. My lovely naked Zatanna. Sorry, again. She insists.

Batman: I like that about her.

John: like so, ... she knows there's a hell, she believes its in her .. no out her soul.. that its done her soul... inside ou.. out... tha's wha's she says... i'm repeatin'... jus' repeatin'...

Batman: .. she knows repetition.. hell has repeated itself with her many times..

naked Zatanna: ... help meeee... help meee... but please... pleeeaassee... don't kill me in the process... i want to liive... to ..liiiiivvvee... i'm zeeee.. naaked naked nude zeeee... many naked nude zeeee's.s...s..

The Joker: Night. Gotham. Lights. Optics. Me.

AHHHH!

The Joker: There is not a thing to know without the earth in dyme of intuition likesee the dime show advertisers like thei r apathies like the wait... okay.. let's starts again.. likesseee ... okay. no... i'm jut just a satoris starting it like the ... okay... no... right.. we are all stars.. Hollwyood is ressurected.. I'm officially the head of security of Hollywood.. we will protects all the woamen .. al the wamen.. theys is good news.. good news is the bible.. the book i wrote.. it is never the who is me wherresome .. oh god.. not again..

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Naked Poison ivy: i'm a little i.. alittle e... a little me.. wittle me...

Naked Bruce Wayne: So am I?

Naked poison ivy: You are? We're both little people.

Naked Bruce Wayne: Yes...we are.

Naked poisonivy: .. maybe i will just .. die away.. become so little i die... die myself into littleness.. become little death..

Naked Bruce Wayne: - softly - What?

Naked poison ivy: ...ppooo... this is me.. i am poo.. i am winnie the pooh... i am piglet... i am all the characters.. including eyore.. poro, poor, por sad eyore..

Bruce Wayne: .. sometimes I feel eyore is me..

Naked Poison ivy: .. you do?... you always make me happy... bu then.. so does eyore...moorrhhhh... moooh...

Bruce Wayne: I never read the tao of pooh. I always wanted to.. it was as if i avoided it..

naked poison pion pios ivy:... chinese philosophy scares me... maybe that's why..

Bruce Wayne: ... what scares you scares me too...

naked poison ivy: ... i know.. i know..

Bruce Wayne:.. one thing.. oh no.. oh.. god ... i didn't mean to say that.. i just wanted to say i think we should leave this hotel.. we're both naked and someone might find us..

naked poison ivy: .. i love.. i love.. i love .. i love being naked with you ..bruce.. i just love feeling .. good.. with you.. i am .. forever .. happy.. i'll.. never.. be.. in .. danger.. with you.. you ..protect me.. you.. keep.. me - sniff - .. safe...

naked poison ivy was naked in flow .. like a liek a naked nympth.. a nymphette of sru sugar surplus agony... agonies of her pubis vegatation.. agonies of her vagina.. her twisting vagina.. twisting like sugardrops.. like sparks of sugar.. . sparks of carbon.. pitch vagina..

naked Poison Ivy: O I livelv love you Bruce.. you Bryce Burc Bruce love me too.. you feel me .. you feel all my poisonous inwards.. all the rare mineral of my inwards.. all the rarity of my instestines.. all the rarity of my soul.. of my soul in my intestines.. in my inwards.. in my pitch as blackest night inwards.. my movie depths of bowels of my nightbowels.. of my bowelrailways.. railtime to pitch time.. clock pitch railway signals.. clocks clocks and clocks.. all biological in my inwards.. my nude body is clocks.. my nude body is timing.. all timing to times timing... all my nub... nube.. all my nude body is seeming to seemself, dim it all.. my nude body is dim.. it is dim in frame.. my nude body is framed.. it is photophramed.. my nude body is a photo.. my nude body is studio...

Naked Bruce Wayne: The war is business. Business is war.

Naked Pamela Isley: I was in business. I was in derivitives. The margins of digitized money.. my nude body is all digits on the screen.. money-digits on the screen.. My nude body is money blips.. my nude body is radar.. money radar.. beep beep beppo.. beep.. beep.. i feel my heartbeat on the money screen my heartbeart.. naked emmanuel beart.. my heart blips with each money rising..

Naked Bruce Wayne: .... you have a beautiful heart...

Jason Woodrue: “Ivy felt her own physical imperfections grace her being. She felt like her flesh flash ingly swam over her nude body. She felt like she had dream-flesh. Sometimes she felt like she perpetually lived in the womb. She remembered her existance before her birth- her true birth- within the womb. Her eyes had been open. She had been powerfully aware of whee where wheywhingingly she was. She had felt the loving amniotic fluid around her. She felt herself dissolve into it. She permeated the vegetation spores that pervaded it. She searched her way through it, swam her way toward her fearsome destiny. She exerted her way toward through it, pushing her way through the amniotic fluid. The fluid seemed to squeeze against her, but almost maternally, like it was a strong, guiding pressure. The fluid her in its loving, infinitely gentle grasp. Her nude body continued searching, and then began feeling slivers of pain, like intricate veins of milkblood, running over her body. She would remember- the pain was to push her, to seize her and shape her to her experimental pamelanude body meticulous specificities. The pain was a song, like singing shrill sirens of nude nymphs, like sirens that would take her, beguile her, through a mesh of sensation, a net that would catch her an entangle her within its writhing convolutions. A song that would sing endlessly her nude body into fruition. Nude sirens are a mixture of singing and pain. Naked Poison Ivy becomes a nude siren herself. Didn't Sartre write, thought Pamela, that pain had a melody? The pain was a song that would enwrap around her nude body, engulfing it, She felt like there were frayed ends to the threads of pain which tickled her, that brushed against her with lightly, delicately soothing celtic tellings. There were small, soothing pockets within the pain, areas where the pain became something legible, something decipherable and articulated. Something that seemed to be speaking to her, to her mind, in a coherant language, to be telling her something about herself, to be instructing her nude body with sage advice. She could speak to her pain. It became a voice a vioce she could trust. Her nude body would search her way through her pain, search for secrets about vegetation within its folds.. She felt a diabolical ecstacy run through her nude body life she was a pocket of life. The pain was life, life that was growing through Ivy's nude body, life that she had been impregnated with, life that craved her nude body, that sought her out, that sought to make her belly its home. The garden of Eden lay in her belly. All of creation lay in her belly. She was giving birth to the world. She felt the rhapsodic diabolism of pure creation, the ecstatic diabolism of birth. She would say, I was God and Satan entangled together like vines in a loving embrace. Nude Pamela's naked Ivy's diabolical, joyful smile filled the womb. She felt her nude body laugh with life. Every fiery laughs escaped her throat. Laughs of her nude body that breathed fire, laughs her nude body that set fire to the world. Laughs her nude body that were a volcano of fireblood creation. Pamela's nude body laugh of creation. Her nude body laughs that seized life to her breasts and held it with ferocious maternal love. They were Pamelanude laughs that loved. That loved with fire, she was babtised with fire by Jesus, by Christ. She felt love fill her nude body like thick honey, until it seemed that love had drowned her, and her laughter was the deep, melting caresses of this love. Her love melted with Pamelanude laughter. Nude Ivy embraced death. Death was the soil of love. Death nourished her. It nourished her love. Her face was decorated with death. There was a deep, dangerous mystery to death that made naked Ivy beautiful nude Ivy want to embrace it, that made her want to give her love to death. And her love for death turned into a love for the death of souls. - choking, crying – According to myth, the Joker sought out the death of bodies. Ivy sought out the death of souls. The soul besmattered with death, like pockmarks on an autumn leaf. She felt inside herself the steely conviction that she would not truly know death until she had known the death of a soul. Until she had seen a soul like her own mangle into pieces.. oblivion. Until she had seen a soul her own violate itself into.. I don't know.. I just don't know.. Nude Ivy bought, brought.. bought.. Faustian bought.. about the self-violation of souls. Souls that violated themselves through love. Through the death-image of love.”

Bruce Wayne: ... - long pause - .. thank.. thank you.. Jason...

Jason: ... she was my lover.. she always said she was Faust.. Faust.. a Faust who sought the secrets of her own naked body perpetually as to seek the secrets of her own naked body in vegetation.. the experiments scared me but they never scared her... and she guided me through them.. she just said.. over and over again.. as she was .. as her nude body her nude form was in the incubation glass.. inside the test tube.. the gigantic test tube... she spoke... “just remember my Pamela nude body.. my nude Pamela body.. my Ivy nude body.. just remember my nude Ivy body.. adieu, adieu.. remember me..”... I tried to make sure I kept that promise.. to wipe away from the book and volume of my brain all pressures past, all trivial fond records.. so that her gentle command alone should occupy the book and volume of my brain.. ahoy.. i had sworn it.. .. aho .. aho.. are you there lord.. come, bird, come.. what news, my lord... oh wonderful.. speak it milord... no but you shall reveal it.. no i my lord.. nor i .. there's never a villain or villainess in Denmark but he or she is an arrant knave.. ahh.. there needs no ghost come from the dead milord to tell us this..”

The 52 chalkboard------

The naked White Queen is at the centre of the Castle. She is at the centre of the Watergate hotel which is the Watergate Castle.

C-#PO- C-3po – po valley Ce – three – po .. C-3PO – I always knew I was insane.

There is a treasure map in Gotham. The gold. The philosphers stone. Leprechaun. I vant me gold.

The Watergate Lobby is the most powerful lobby in Gotham

The adress system of Moscow would gain by being transformed into the North pole. F-f-f-f-Freeze. The Iceman cometh! I am mad north-northwest! I know a hawk or a raven from a handsaw.

The subspace. The White Queen lives/is in a subspace of Gotham. ...naked White Queen: - crying - They kept me naked in a jar as a child.

.. The.. the naked white Qeen nake d White Queen is naked Chinewoanwoman.. the naked white queen is naked cinderalla..

 .. naked Cinderella plays with gold in the fireplace.. with golden ashes.. fiery embers.. she is a fiery embryo..

naked Cinderella's hair.  She pleated it.  She plaited it.  .. naked Rapunzel.

Riddler:  Gotham sky is a polyhedron.  Watch for the skies!  The number of vertices, the number od edges, the number of faces.

Riddles are polyhedrons.  Complexlifying.
 

Riddler:  I'm naked in a jar for the naked white queen.  for I am faust.

...naked Poison Ivy nude Pamela has scissorsvagina.. nodes and coordinates.. in her naked bodyvagina.. error working in her vagina.. error.. fix- no, no... riddler: no, no.. her breasts her naked breasts are stacked.. they seek errors in breast.. in error-breasts.. stackpole .. naked Henrietta Stackpole.. errorcrumbling.. her crumbling belly.. bellyerrror... erroroot.. her rootvagina is a tree with child... with children.. each node of Poison's vagina is a child.. naked ada.. naked Lady Lovelace knows naked poison ivy...


The Mad Hatter:  "...on the other hand, such things as mens hats, tennis rachet, tennis ra the tenis rackets, and man hother objects d o not show such difference, nobody wo;uld ve be silly enough to orde r from  from fro affro  o oerder from a shop a dozen lef-ty hand he ha tef t left handed ea tea-cups, and it is certainly mond ay mon soon mon day monkey u business is f someone ask  you to borrow a left-handed monkey wrench from a ni neigh hourse their neing  e neigh is annoying is n't it..from a neighboru.. goru neighbour.. wha t is the dr difference  between spider woman black variety is naked spider woman black... between these two kind of objects.."

nakednuderogue: My two nude breasts are zinc and copper: dielectric... dielectric nude breasts... my nipples are electrodes.. I an naked livewire... i i.. i i .. i .. copper and zinc electrodes.. my chest is a galvanic cell...my breasts communicate a flow of electricity between themselves.. my puvis my pubis electrochemistry misty eletion election of nude rogue rogeu to power.. electrochemisty of nude pubis of nude rogeu nude rogue.. but there is a third of conduction beside pubis.. a junction potential.. my pubic hair pubis is a fritted disc.. a fritted vagina.. a scapula.. this device takes a variety of forms.. gyrations of my nude butt.. my vagina is shorthand shorthouse .. my vagina is a shorthand notation nate.. vagina nomenclature.. a vagina culture.. a zinc sulfate solution.. a salf .. a salt bridge.. a salty vagina.. a salt nude bride.. a pillar of salt .. a salty vagina.. a natural logarithm.. salt in vagina.. sinc.. silver sabled vagina.. logarithms now nude rogue beaten path down into pubis.. logarithms to base ten nude female divinities.. logarithms to basteionnude rogue.. logarithms to baste nude rogue.. logarithms to base ten derivities derivitives of vagina tendrilss.. media tendrils.. nude medea tendreils... the financial nude rogue calculus of my nude body.. financial calcified my chapped strapping body.. financial calculus my calcus my nude nude body.. financial calculus is my nude body.. a silver half-reaction of my nude body... cadmium ions.. i am a cad.. ia i am a nernst io ia.. nude io bit by a gadfly.. silly moths.. my nude breasts are a silly reactions.. my nude breasts a a a are a coupled reaction.. oxidation- reduction.. ox ic.. N >glugg< nude merogue.. nude me elemental.. discharge of a cell.. changes in potential.. ahh.. my nude breasts.. my nude breasts.. my naked breasts.. ahh.. my nude breasts.. ahh.. equilibrium.. my naked butt is balance-d.. my nude breasts and buttocks are balanced... my nude breasts and naked buttocks are polar opposites..ahh my breasts..my nude breass..breasts.. my nude breasts.. breass.. breath.. finallynudemerogue.. my nude body is harmony.. Bruce Wayne: “I'm rusty on my reading. This zodiac of gangs- what were my last thoughts on it. That they function like a computer virus, devising all contexts about them. That they have come together through happenstance destiny, that all gangs of history whether Royalist or sans-cullote, the encompassive a's and b's of the gang integral, Fouche feminism, have culminated in Gotham by a kind of domino affect/effect of insane orginazational logistics in perfect or as perfect as possible crystalline utopia of organizational topology of unprecedented self-referential complexity. Hmmh. These gangs pride themselves justly in having no stringent hiearchy, but rather having a rotating central stage axis around which hierachies dance, that this gang architecture within the grandest architecture in Gotham itself have adopted the organizational topology of a hemoglobin molecule, a planetary globe, and call the invisible axis binding them all together their ruling authority, their blindly leading authority, leading by an inevitable bass bowels timbre of trajectory by preordained vico regulations and coordination” - cue Yeats, you probably know which famous quote about mere anarchy.

Alfred: “A formidable adversary for an man to task himself with unravelling. Some tea, green tea, master Bruce, to await such selfsaid task for a true Royalist of the quintessential variety.”

Spider-man only kills innocent people, which is the same as not killing.  ergo, Spider-man does not kill.

.... naked poison ivy lives like a naked monarch of naked queen exchanges for parse exchange chess naked queen castling exchange pivot matrix multiplication exchange quicksort exchange ... she feels like a heap.. she feels her belly mergesort chess pieces all umbilical cord in her belly .. her belly pivots her naked body pivots her naked soul.. pivots her naked body into random number permutations .. ii 22 33 44... a naked identity matrix... i i i i .... naked me naked me naked me... she is multiple pawn permutations on the chessboard.. naked she is black and black is naked Pamela white.. her white skin.. find path compression of her naked breasts.. union rank of her naked vagina.. the path to her vagina..

Naked Bruce Wayne: .. the parsinomny o f the enquiet of roots int tres tres trees ent tres trees the whole elements of tres element i am ... tres ... the sickle of moon in depressed languour reason insi'side the wallow of duskish tune in strangled light in silver sheen in lake of wolf's calling a calling silver lakesheen.. a call as a lake moon reflection.. the lake is a call.. a strangled call.. a strangled wolf's call.. naked Artemis's chocked call.. her chocking voice.. a noosed voice.. swooooon... mooonnssooon.. the lake was her voice..

naked Poison Ivy: .. my voice is a lake.. my naked voice.. i live for my voice.. it is like a squeel.. a piglet's squeel.. naked Alice.. in the looking glass.. i am naked alice in wonderland.. i am a pipsqueek..

naked Bruce Wayne: .. my little pipsqueek... my little naked voice...

naked Poison Ivy: .. that's meee... i . am naked meee... i live to be naked in muse.. i live to be naked duse.. i live to be naked me in italian..

naked Bruce Wayne: .. italian.. questo yeggo aggo leggo itso no its en like i want' to be me.. made up words.. i don't know italian..

naked Poison Ivy: .. I think you dooo...

naked Bruce Wayne: .. maybe my italian is the deadly yonder's peak of parsinomy .. of um's.. of naked um's.. of nude um's.. of nude m's...

naked Bruce Wayne: ... entwistle of many runes in mordor .. enwhistle of the whistling rune tune of rye hay.. the whistle of doomhorror..

naked catwoman: .. me meee meee meeeowwww....

naked Bruce wayne: ... turnin' the key of sickle-moons... the rum of moon-lake reflection.. poison-taste to the palate.. oison poison lake... expect poison from the standing water.. expect poison from Batman..

naked poison ivy: .. no.. no.. i am poison .. only naked me naked me is oison.. expect only poison from naked me.. naked poison..

naked Bruce wayne: .. you're nver.. never. . poison to me.. alhow alggo alhough although you are nake naked poison..

naked \pamela isk naked isley: i love.. i love.. nka naked i.. love .. being .. naked me.. with you.. Bruce.. love Bruce.. i.. naked i heart bruce..

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naked Bruce wayne: .. i love you.. yu .. ya.. love ya.. naked selena.

Naked me.. nake me.. naekded me .. naked me..nake m... naked selena.\; .. i.. i.. ahh ah.. ah.. i.. NEED your love.. it keeps me naked and true.. it keeps naked me naked me.. naked me- naked me- naked me- naked meeooowwwww....

entwhistel to doom Gotham's castlevastsky castlevillainous.. castlevastsky rising... a rising naked sky.. cat's naked shriek a moon shattered in glass reflection in lake.. fractal lake shimmers...

naked Bruce Wayne: .. clocks are 'a turnin' .. noondeals are made.. worthsome.. is fer french wordsworth prose abot about revolutions.. rev.. in.. revolu- ... revolutions in.. in.. s-hree ... in .. sphre.. in sphere.. no.. no...

Faust was a doctor. It was- what was it? A licence to kill? He had made a deal with the devil- the medical establishment. They were in the practice of slow murder. It was a willful neglect of obvious truths. A misdiagnosis of an illness which would be a death sentance if it had been true- blank, blank- was a matter to be forgotten. Forgotten forgotten. Forget forgetfullness. She was forgotten back into the hands of those who had mistakenly diagnosed a death sentance illness for her. Now that she was back in their hands, she was in deep pain again. She was Gertrude. She is my mother. The mobled queen with a disease which was a mote to trouble the mind's eye, the mind's eye of the “professionals”. She troubles them. They don't know how to cure her. It was only an ulcer. An ulcer. But she's been lying in bed in hospitals for at leas three months now. Her legs are wasted away. How can she even start walking? She was supposed to be brought to a physical rehab where she would, through swimming exercises in shallow pools, regain the motility of her legs. She has often said swimming is the best form of exercise. But she was brought back to incompetent hospitals instead, and the one she was in for months refused to let her go

 

Bruce felt no autmuns in mornings cast in the monring of Gotham harbour in the night of gleans emmessage of the idea of night ngamles mlaent of then night of nighteningales ideation into the nightingales of hanno this is may midnight cast of hanno if i can work with you maybe we see this is the night of you are my friend forever of the night of wait here it is you are me i am you we can work toeghether and i can this is the righteousness of life we can wait okay dobay we are the it is okay right lie likeseee we can this is mr j either int the ienose dhtei oekay doliektheisowneishetish ioens eithsoeksay tisoneid athe theisoa tinsidoe the soaisneidhe aidoiaje we are then enver the saynme in the same ytheiaokaey is nthe name of the same oenf the oehtinsoekahy the aokeay the oakay the name of eht emaokay tme we ar finneagan os if the way of the agye in the sma eo fht eit is finished for the moement

Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.

 

Dream Cast -

Hanno Raudsepp and Christian Bale as Bruce Wayne/ Batman

Winona Ryder and Kate Moss as Poison Ivy

Chad Michael Murray as Post-crisis Riddler

Johnny Depp as pre-crisis Riddler

Danny DeVito as the Penguin

Cilian Murphy as the Scarecrow

Anne Hathaway as Catwoman

Billy Zane as Lex Luthor

Josh Holloway as John Constantine hellblazer

Michael Rosenbaum as earth 1 Lex Luthor..


an unknown actress or Laura Leighton as Gell Osey

Marion Cottard as earth 1 Talia

Tiffany Taylor as earth 2 Talia

Ken Watanabe as Ra's al Ghul, the father of earth 2 Talia

Winona Ryder as the White Queen, as White Queen

David Tennant as Jason Woodrue

Gary Oldman as Jim Gordon Liddy

Michael Caine as Alfred

Dustin Hoffman as the Mad Hatter

Tom McCamus as the Joker



Directed by Tim Burton, Geoffrey Wright, Chris Nolan and Hanno Raudsepp