Lights... Camera... ACTION!!: A Hollywood Quest

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT
Hi Magoose here one of the guys helping Duke.

So we have some bad news.

The quest has been canceled as duke does not want to write it anymore.

I'm going to ask if I can take over for it, because I like this quest, and it would be a shame to kill it
TBF, Mags, you have been doing a lot of the heavylifting for the quest, so this will be in good hands. :)

To be clear to everyone, this is just me burning out on imagination of the quest, since my muse has been hitting me over the head a lot with so many different ideas that I just can't find myself too interested in this.

I'll still hang out here, though, since this still does have a sepcial place in my heart.

I'd like to thank you all for making this a wonderful experience while it lasted.

I'd also like to thank @Magoose, @Fluffy_serpent, and @Martin Noctis for doing so much to help prepare and write this quest. I couldn't have done it without you all. :D

I'll see you all around.

With so many regards, Duke William Of.
 
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The Weakened Foundation

Video Games, the new frontier. A source of great wealth, and great entertainment for the masses.

"If you would reconsider, we would happily have you join our team." An Atari Rep said.

You sigh as you walk out of the door from the biggest giant in video games.

And yet, it's being razed to the ground by businessmen who are blind to what they are actually working on, afflicted with the same arrogance and blinders the suites of Hollywood had, but without any of the foundation. It's a new industry, young in both peoples minds and reality. A fact that risks razing the US Video games business to the ground out of sheer rank ignorance. The field isn't like books that have been around for centuries, or movies that have been around for shorter, but still long enough to establish it's place. Video games, have not, and it's unique nature as a truly interactive medium, that before was the realm of pen and paper and board games pose unique challenges, ones that many companies in the business have not internalized. Atari especially has grown arrogant, opening the floodgates to let anyone put whatever game they want on their system, and yet fail to set up any system to distinguish the good from the bad. Everybody who is anybody in the business is peddling their own consoles. Magnavox, Intellivesion, Coleco, RCA, Sega, and that isn't even an exhaustive list!

It is clear that there is going to be a major culling of the business, and the giant ATARI, in it's hubris will become the first victim. Technology is marching on, all technology, especially computers will be not only be getting better, but cheaper. And one of the simplest ways to grow market share would be to force the very concept of Game console to clash with the far more versatile home computer. And simply put, there wouldn't be much consoles could do, there are too many consoles, too many mediocre to bad games that would drag the consoles down. It would be inevitable for the console market to be slaughtered, because in truth, they are completely unable to show any real advantage, and the sheer number makes figuring out which console you actually want far harder than simply buying a home computer you are going to need anyway.

But from the ashes, there will be opportunity. For while consoles would be slaughtered, and many companies devastated. The rise of the PC, and the inevitable war against the consoles would make what is needed to play games at home far cheaper than they are currently, introducing many new possible gamers, while also scaring off many of the gold diggers that primed the current situation to begin with. While Consoles would likely need major effort to be revitalized, from the ashes would be potential for the new. And opportunities for those with the vision to understand this new uncharted territory.

A/N: Tried to do a little something. And honestly, the whole video game crash is well... A bit overblown apparently. It certainly was for anything console, but in it's place was the PC and it's competitors whom slugged out the consoles of that era. Too many consoles, too many mediocre to bad games, limited QA and very limited to no way to tell beforehand if a game is actually good.
 
Well, they're only really obscure nowadays, but some of them were decently popular and had decent runs. Julie Madison was Batman's first love interest, Vicki Vale had a decent stretch of time she was with Bruce, Silver St. Cloud was pretty popular during her time IIRC. Some of the others are more recent though, so they obviously wouldn't work here unless we invented their character in-quest. I think Silver could work considering she's actually been just recently created in-quest during Steve Englehart's run of Batman. Julie Madison could also work though, considering she was the first love interest and would be a fairly inoffensive choice I imagine. Selina still works though. Although out of these choices, I favor Silver St. Cloud.

I guess Silver could possibly work, but she'd need a major revamp and hopefully something done in the comics to have her last longer and have a more meaningful presence. I do like the fact that she was able to deduce Batman's identity on her own and she was decent with Bruce, but having her separate from Bruce because she didn't like the thought of him being in danger sucked. Totally reasonable and realistic decision, but comics have to be a bit fantastical and if Silver isn't willing to stay with Bruce as being Batman then she's not a great superhero girlfriend. Although maybe if we do a good enough portrayal then the comics will have her reconcile with Bruce and she'll add some new and original dynamics to the Bat family, I don't know.

I disagree with that video. Peter and Mary Jane's love story had been building up inthe comics for near a decade or more before it was fully realized, and I will not let that be stopped like Quesada did in OTL.

But I agree with the idea that Burce can be shown to grow into letting someone in with time. So long as it's not Selina. I'm sorry but the latest intepretations of her have soured me on the character. Hell, at this point I would go for the crazy time where the animated series implied Batman and Batgirl than her.

I did like Mask of the Phantasm, tooo bad we can't adapt it into a movie. I would like to keep on making Batman movies though. Perhaps we can introduce Sasha Bordeaux at some point, I did like her character arc and her interaction with Bruce were amazing.

Well just as recent interpretations of Selina soured you on the character, so too have I been soured on Mary Jane thanks to post OMD comics and the Raimi movies where she was absolutely the worst part (Kirsten Dunst did her best but she was screwed over by the script). Now anytime I see Peter and Mary Jane together I feel ill cause the Raimi trilogy has wired my brain to see them as nothing more than a terrible couple. Only interpretations I like are Spiderverse Mary Jane and Peter B and Insomnia.

I'm fine with Peter and Mary Jane being the OTP in 616 and remaining married, I just want Sophia to be with Peter in a show or movie because she's Peter's best girlfriend and their relationship dynamics are how a Superhero relationship should be, not to mention she's a proactive hero of her own with the mutant power to talk to animals. Reading them gives me the same fluff feelings I have with Bruce and Carrie here.

As a ship tease, can we have Carrie in a brief blink and you miss it role in the film? the audience would go wild assuming her to be the love interest. That said it would be kinda nice if Bruce anytime he has a onscreen serious love interest it is Carrie.

if that route is taken perhaps we ask Carrie waht role she might be interested in palying in a future Batman movie. Does she want to be Cat woman?

I'd love to have Bruce and Carrie in more movies together, but they got plenty of decent scripts to choose from and for Carrie when she eventually returns to acting she should have at least a couple rolls where she doesn't co-star or in a romantic relationship with Bruce. OTL Carrie had rotten luck in her career where she was forever stuck being Princess Leia and outside of one or two decent roles didn't do much. Don't necessarily want her to be stuck in roles where she can only be Bruce's love interest when she's got a lot to offer.

Besides, Bruce already had another on-screen interest with Sarah Douglas as Valeria so we've broken the streak and thus there's no requirement that Carrie has to be his love interest and vice versa.
 
I guess Silver could possibly work, but she'd need a major revamp and hopefully something done in the comics to have her last longer and have a more meaningful presence. I do like the fact that she was able to deduce Batman's identity on her own and she was decent with Bruce, but having her separate from Bruce because she didn't like the thought of him being in danger sucked. Totally reasonable and realistic decision, but comics have to be a bit fantastical and if Silver isn't willing to stay with Bruce as being Batman then she's not a great superhero girlfriend. Although maybe if we do a good enough portrayal then the comics will have her reconcile with Bruce and she'll add some new and original dynamics to the Bat family, I don't know.
I'll put up a proper response and my thoughts on the matter in the morning.
 
I am going to say something very interesting for the future...

...

Napoleon Part 1 Film Quality:
D100 + 500 => 530

It can't go any higher.

Still not beating Star Wars.

God dammit, George made a good film.

But I fear it may make Universal a lot of fucking money. :V
 
360 degree Batman
360 degree Batman

If there was one thing you learned during the pre-production for The Batman, it was that you had to work a lot better on your diplomacy and people skills. Oh it was not to say that you were an arrogant jackass who ordered everyone around like a tyrant and tried to make the film about you. But something you understood after a talk with Kathleen was that you tended to be a bit abrasive due to your commanding voice and having a tone of expectations. You did try to be nice and polite and wanted to work together with the crew instead of being the boss, but apparently your leadership was coming off more as a studio head than a director and as the head of the rival studio, Columbia's people thought you were working against them than with them.

You supposed that it was an accident of co-running Lucasfilms for the past four years. At the end of the day you were always the top boss besides Star Wars under George and thus people were naturally more amenable to working under you as the highest authority. Moreover, since you tended to use a lot of the same people for shoots or hired people networked through existing friends and contacts, they knew who Bruce O'Brian was and were happy to work under you.

Columbia's people by contrast knew you as the boogeyman of Hollywood who had until now either been kicking their asses at the box office or smartly swiping overlooked diamonds in the Columbia mine. People were worried that you were scheming for Lucasfilms or wouldn't take them seriously since they weren't yours and George's regular employees.

Looking back you think you had a similar problem with Wonder Woman. You came in and just rewrote the script which even if it was for the best, went above your station but you acted like you were Radar on MASH with all the seniority that entailed when the Wonder Woman crew had never worked with you before.

Thus you had to be really patient, make it clear you were a team player and win people over with smiles and kindness. It was a lot slower than you liked, but you were already on thin ice with Alan and thus slow and steady had to win the race.

It did make some things frustrating which would have been so easier if this was a Lucasfilms production. one particular area of concern was the art design of the movie.

When it came to how Batman looked, it seemed like there were three different visual arts that the film was trying to be. On the one hand, there was the campy Adam West style where everything was zany, bright and colorful. You loved Adam West and thought the show itself was good, but it was not proper to the modern comics and not the story you were trying to tell so you had to put your foot down at every opportunity. Some people just wanted it to be New York with Batman, but that was too lazy and had Gotham lose it's unique identity. Lastly were the guys who wanted to make things extremely dark, gritty and violent, even going for an R-rating for good measure. Now you wanted to tell a somewhat mature and grounded Batman story, but having Batman be a brooding jackass who guns down all his enemies and is obsessed with fear is not an inspiring superhero story.

So you had to walk a careful balancing act on elements of all three, and nowhere was this more important than the iconic costume of Batman.

It was either make a West suit in your size, go all gritty and rough like a Brooklyn brawler, or go fully decked out like a Marine commando. You learned from Star Wars that sometimes the clothes do make the movie and with Superman and his villains dressing around in spandex unitards, you needed something to stand out and not look too goofy.

Fortunately Bob Ringwood seemed to be giving you a great compromise that would help Batman really standout. The suit was everything Batman should be and more. Instead of the gray and blue, it was all Black to really make him blend with the night and become the Dark Knight. There was some nice protective padding to allow Batman to take some hits and most importantly provide a natural way for him to fight Deadshot without Deadshot missing by having Batman take gunshots that pack a punch. There was a nice air to mystery and seriousness but it wasn't impossible for Batman to be friendly or inspire people. The yellow worked really well and brought attention to the utility belt, and best of all you were paired with a sexy batmobile.

There was just one problem.....

"Bob, I love the suit. It's badass, iconic, and it matches Darth Vader. But it's just going to be terrible to film in." You protested.

Bob looked as if you slapped him in the face and spat on him, "How could it possibly be terrible?!"

You then pointed to the head of the drawing, "It's because of that rubber mask."

"You specifically told me to have a protective mask instead of going with the cloth so Batman has his head covered." Bob protested.

"Yes, but I was imagining something like a football helmet I can take on and off. Not a rubber cowl which goes all the way to my collar bone and shoulders."

"But then it'll cover your neck and you'll only have your lower face exposed." Bob argued.

"Yes, but then how will I turn my neck?!" You said in exasperation.

"Your neck?"

You sigh and take a breath before continuing, doing your best to keep your cool. "The rubber mask sticks with my skin. I'll probably have like what, a centimeter of breathing room? That's not a lot of space to turn my neck, and if I can't turn my neck, I can't fight."

"Sure you can. You're a boxer, you just have to take hits as a tank and then swoop in for suckerpunches just like you did at the Olympics. That's why Batman has padding, so he can take hits like a boxer without worrying about blocking or dodging."

"Oh." You did a mental facepalm as you realized that Bob had some genuine thought put into this design and the fault mostly laid on you for not communicating how you originally wanted to fight. "Well, I will incorporating boxing into my fighting style, but for Batman I want to incorporate heavy elements of Kung Fu like how the latest runs have been doing with his fighting style. If I want to perform Kung Fu, I need to be able to turn my head and move my upper body instead of turning my entire body like a mannequin to face my next opponent."

Bob gave you a weird look, "Wait a minute, you're telling me that you actually know Kung Fu?"

You were stunned that he didn't know, "Yeah, I trained under Bruce Lee for a couple of years, he taught me Jeet Kune Do."

"I have to be honest, I thought you were just making that up to make yourself look cooler."

At this point you were becoming outright insulted, "NO! I know Kung Fu, watch this." You then performed a series of sparring techniques and small acrobatics to a rather amazed Bob. To the layman it may look high performance, but it was really some of the more basic techniques to the art. "Wait a minute, does everyone think I'm bullshitting about Kung Fu?"

"Most people I know think you're exaggerating on that so yeah." You groaned as that was something else you'd have to deal with. Was a shame you couldn't show Mr. Rogers some Kung Fu tricks on the show. He thought it was a fun idea but PBS put their foot down that Mr. Rogers couldn't teach kids martial arts.

"Well I do know Kung Fu so as you see, I need something that can allow me to turn me neck ninety degrees."

"Okay that makes sense. So any ideas?" Bob asked.

"Like I said, something like a football helmet that I can just take on and off would be best. Don't know if rubber would be the best material, maybe leather or a polymer. If we want to protect the neck, maybe some sort of special collar or something connected to the pauldron, nothing too grand, but good enough to stop a knife stabs. I think the military's got something similar for its new uniforms."

"I'll see what I can do, just give me a couple of hours." You nodded and Bob went back to his office to rework the design.

In the privacy of your Columbia loaned office, you tried to see what it was like to fight while always facing forward. The result was an akward mess where you had to rely on jabs and normal punches to land any sort of hit while you were open to attack.

"Who would watch a Batman like that?"
 
For reference, dark blue, dark grey, and dark red all blend into the night better than black does, at least when it comes to human night vision. Some combination of the colour sensors not working well in low light and Black generally meaning Shadow, meaning something Casting the shadow, and if it's not moving right for the surroundings it hammers the "threat" button in people's brains to make them notice it More.
Something like that, anyway.
Of course, I've no idea how that interacts with Filming, and it probably doesn't Actually matter, but it's a thing.
 
Good to know we won't have a Batman that can barely move or fight, the acrobatics and martial arts should properly be displayed (even if I feel that the Batman Begins costume would have worked better than the Tim Burton design). Lucasfilms and ILM should be able to work with it allowing for much better flexibility while maintaining the dark and impossing look.

Now, we just need an omake where we can convince Adam West to cameo as Thomas Wayne.
 
Stop the Presses
Stop the Presses

With an exhausted yawn, Bruce shuffled back to his bed, quietly climbing under the sheets and moving to cuddle with his wife, who not fully in deep sleep yet smiled at the embrace and hugged Bruce back the O'Brians enjoying the brief peace and quiet for the night.

After a couple of months of trial and error, they managed to get Mary to have a semi-regular sleeping schedule, with her only waking up once or twice a night if she was hungry or had a dirty diaper, but otherwise sleeping peacefully. It was a very welcome accomplishment as it meant that Bruce no longer had to spend all-nighters sleeping on the nursery rocking chair and could return to being in bed with Carrie, the two ready to return to action thanks to nearby baby monitors that would keep them alert if Mary needed anything.

Bruce and Carrie were ready to enter into dreamland until the sharp sound of glass breaking caused Bruce to jolt wide awake in panic.

"What is it?" Carrie asked, tired but increasingly growing awake at Bruce's panicked state.

"I think I heard something break, sounded like glass." Bruce said in concern.

"Did you leave anything in Mary's-"

Bruce shook his head, "No, everything's put away and all she has in her crib are her blanket and stuffed animals. Maybe we placed somet-"

The husband and wife then became VERY panicked at the sound of Natalie barking and Ginger screeching loudly. Both of the girls were normally very docile and loving animals who never made much noise save for Natalie whining for food and Ginger purring and saying soft meows for attention and love. Since Mary was born the two had in a show of intellegence been completely silent whenever Mary was asleep so that they would not wake the baby. To be so loud when Mary was in her crib meant one dire thing, intruders.

Bruce and Carrie jumped into action, sprinting to protect their beloved daughter. They made a mad dash for Mary's nursery which thankfully was right next to their room and connected through a door. To their immense relief, Mary was alone and untouched, though crying and fussy from the sudden noise.

"Take Mary, lock the doors, call the cops. Don't come out unless it's me." Bruce rapidly ordered. Carrie complied, scooping up the crying Mary and shushing her in an attempt to calm down then running back to their bedroom in just a couple of seconds.

Bruce then dashed into the hallway, where for better or worse he didn't need to look far for trouble as he could hear the noise coming from the guest room the next door over. Bruce kicked the door open, expecting to come face to face with an armed burglar, clad in stereotypical black jumpsuit and ski mask.

Instead what he came face to face with was a long-haired man in plain clothes trying to wrestle Natalie and Ginger off of him, the former biting deep into his leg and Ginger scratching the man. Flipping on the light switch to identify any potential weapons, Bruce's blood boiled at the sight of something that while harmless, in a way made him angrier than any gun or knife.

The man was wearing a camera, the same Canon model used by the many parasites that had stalked and harassed him and Carrie in the past couple of years. He was a member of the paparazzi.

It was bad enough that they camped outside his home, harassed Carrie throughout her pregnancy and tried to sneak into the hospital several times to catch a picture of the newborn Mary. But they entered his home, while his beloved little girl was sleeping in the next room, at the dead of night to take pictures like some sick pervert....

Bruce had come to hate a lot of Hollywood in recent years. The old CBS and Warner Bros executives, Harry Karl, Sidney Shineberg, Eddie Fisher. The contempt and loathing he had for those men and others was nothing compared to the pure rage he felt coursing for the vulture in front of him, a great Irish wrath which promised only death.

Having his home violated, having his beloved daughter nearly come into contact with some sick creep. Bruce ran forward and delivered a furious right hook to the man's skull, causing blood and teeth to spill out. It was a punch worthy of an Olympian, only Bruce wasn't holding back any force and wasn't fighting to win, he was fighting to hurt.

Forty minutes later, Bruce found himself giving an interview to a Beverly Hills police officer. About a dozen officers were on his property, guarding it and collecting evidence of the crime that occured.

Bruce could see an ambulance drive off into the night. It was not for him, Carrie or Mary, but for the parasitic intruder who Bruce had very well beaten to near death. Looking back, he could have done it, he very much wanted to do it, releasing years of pent up rage at the system and the scumbags who perverted Hollywood. He was only stopped by what felt like a firm grasp of his arms, holding his arm and preventing him from delivering a finish blow, and returning some sense and reason into him. As much as Bruce wanted to hurt the man, he never wanted to take a life unless necessary. As disgusting as the man was, Bruce had not been in danger of dying, and thus he didn't deserve to die.

Bruce thought it was Carrie who intervened, but she had insisted that she stayed in their room with Mary the entire time. Neither of the pets could have made such an impact, and Debbie was at her house. It made Bruce wonder, and the train of thought lead to perhaps divine intervention. As if someone pulled him back, to prevent Bruce from breaking the fifth commandment.

It was a good thing too as it would have just taken a few punches, landing the intruder on his way to intensive care. Bruce had overheard one of the officers comment that he had seen the Viet Cong treat prisoners better, a terrifying show of the Emerald Splash with no restraints.

"So what's going to happen now?" He asked the detective, the rage still present but having lost its potency, like a dormant underground spring.

"Well, to be honest under differing circumstances I might have to take you in for the lethality of response."

You froze at the information, terrified for having crossed a line before the cop raised his hand in reassurance, "However, there are several factors that exonerate you of any wrongdoing. Firstly, the bastard committed clear breaking and entering in your home at night by smashing the window after they trespassed over the wall. That gives you the right to any and all defense under the state's castle doctrine. Secondly, you have an unfortunate history of violent intrusion thanks to your mother-in-law, so you have probable cause to escalate to violence. Thirdly, this particular 'journalist' if you can call them that has the worst character for defense. They have a record of multiple harassment charges and one count of assault, and they kept a handgun in their car. With your kid in the next room, you had every right to respond as you did, hell I would have shot the bastard several times over." The detective explained.

You nodded absently at the information, sinking in relief that the only charges would be with the parasite, "What about his bosses? Can you arrest them for collusion or something?"

"First thing in the morning we're going to go over to the judge and get warrants to search the tabloid firm, then we'll take the bosses in. If this was a lone wolf act then there's not much we can do, but if there's any evidence that this was organized we'll bring in as many people we can for conspiracy. For now we'll have two patrol cars stationed and if any of those vultures try to come we'll arrest them."

"Could you please station them on my mother-in-law's street? The girls and I are staying there for the night, and god forbid some wackos try to break into her house again."

"Of course. We'll keep you updated Mr. O'Brian."

It took a little just a little while to wrap things up, but fortunately with things being so cut and dry in motivation and execution of the crime, there wasn't a need for endless hours of questioning, nothing that couldn't be saved for the next day.

As the detectives and offers left the O'Brian residence, Bruce could do nothing but stare at the broken window for several minutes. All of this grief and pain and for what? Just for a picture of a baby? His worst fears seemed to have come true. Not even a year old yet and Mary was viewed as a commodity by the sick media, all because she was their parent's girl. All because Bruce was a man who valued his privacy. All because he picked a fight with the LA times and couldn't handle things diplomatically.

Bruce didn't sleep for the rest of the night, keeping a guarded vigil in Debbie's living room for any follow-up attackers. It was not a first choice however, for when he wished to sleep with Carrie she flinched, and he looked down and noticed dried blood still on his hands. It was bad enough he scared his wife, Bruce had no desire to traumatize Mary when she should hopefully forget this night ever happened.

One week later and life was resuming back to normal, well as normal as could be. The parasite was gone for several years and many of his colleagus were to follow in conspiracy. With such a heinous act of intrusion not even a decade after the Manson Murders, along with a large public pouring of sympathy and outrcry towards the media, Bruce had hoped that this nasty episode could be the end, for the terrible night to have some sort of purpose. However, the next Monday he drove to Lucasfilms, and to his utter horror and disgust, the media hounds were present and happy to take as many pictures of the Goose they could outside the company property. They were completely blind and deaf to the beatdown he gave for the intruder, all the act had shown was that they couldn't come near his home, not that taking pictures of him and harassment were wrong.

The day prior, the O'Brians had moved back into their home after a stay at Hotel Reynolds. With Mary crying in unease over the smell from the scene of the crime, Bruce woke up early in the morning to get to work scrubbing the scene of him standing his ground. He thought it to be a simple affair, but some of the blood was dried too deep into the carpet and the stain refused to be removed.

As Bruce tried desperately to remove it, thoughts of guilt overwhelmed him. Not of the act itself, but over what he did to lead to the intrusion. After all, did Debbie not warn that he should never have caused a storm over Carrie's pregnancy story. By overreacting, he made himself as valuable as gold, and painted targets on him and his family. Bruce couldn't just play the game that every other actor in town seemed to do with ease. Instead he did what he always did, he got angry, he fought back, and he just made things worse for everyone he loved and hurt them in the process.

Drowning in sorrow and guilt, Bruce openly cried at having been so horrible of a family man, for creating the danger they would face for the rest of their lives. Bruce wanted to suffocate in his sorrow, but as she usually was in his darkest moments, Carrie came to the rescue, wrapping him in a firm embrace, allowing him to cry and express his sadness freely.

"It's going to be okay Bruce." Carrie soothingly whispered, brushing his hair while keeping a firm grip.

"I'm so sorry Carrie. It's all my fault, you and Mary, you both have to suffer because of me. Because I'm an angry idiot who won't stop picking fights." Bruce cried.

"Bruce look at me." Carrie said firmly, then brought his eyes level to hers and made sure he didn't look look away to escape. "This was not your fault. You didn't force him to break into our home, to violate our daughter's privacy. You didn't force those sick people to read those trashy magazines so pictures of us are worth fortunes. You can't stop human greed. Bad people did this, not you." She said fiercely, using the same arguments she used to fight any feelings of guilt Debbie had when she was shot.

"But I made things worse, I should have been smarter, I made them want to break into our home!" Bruce argued.

"Maybe you could have reacted better, but you only did so because you love our family, because you want to protect me and Mary. That's a good thing, it's something you shouldn't have to actively defend. I love you, Mary loves you, we're all safe and unharmed. It's going to be okay."

For a while Bruce laid there in Carrie's arms, slowly recovering his morale, comforted with the unconditional love of his wife. After calling a carpet cleaning company, Bruce resolved to spend the rest of the day with Carrie and Mary, not giving any care to Hollywood, just being with his family.

Later on at night, Bruce kept Mary company. He held her gently in his arms, rocking back and forth on the rocking chair so she could get some sleep. Only instead of sleeping, Mary was just happy and content to look at his face and give one of the brightest and most happiest of smiles. She grabbed his hand and tried to play with it, giggling whenever he spoke to her and when she received plenty of tickles.

Mary O'Brian was a small and wonderful angel, a pure soul who should grow up in happiness and never suffer.

It was a life she might not had, all because of her last name, because of her angry father who picked fights and kept to himself, drawing in tabloids like moths to a flame.

For now Bruce had defended his home, but who was to say this would not happen again, or it could not escalate into something truly awful? He didn't know how he would go about it, or how long he would take, but Bruce knew he would have to clean his mess and fix what he started, to protect his family instead of being a lightning rod for peril. With every tool he had at his disposal, with the all the power of Lucasfilms, with the rallying of Beverly Hills, he would fix this town and be rid of the cancerous papers. Hell if he has to, he'll change the laws to keep the parasites away from his family.

A year ago, Bruce could just be the wild goose who causes trouble without worry. But his life was no longer his, he was responsible for Mary, and any other potential siblings that him and Carrie might bring into the world later. To protect Mary, to protect any and all future Goslings, he had to do what was right and defend his family.
 
360 degree Batman

If there was one thing you learned during the pre-production for The Batman, it was that you had to work a lot better on your diplomacy and people skills. Oh it was not to say that you were an arrogant jackass who ordered everyone around like a tyrant and tried to make the film about you. But something you understood after a talk with Kathleen was that you tended to be a bit abrasive due to your commanding voice and having a tone of expectations. You did try to be nice and polite and wanted to work together with the crew instead of being the boss, but apparently your leadership was coming off more as a studio head than a director and as the head of the rival studio, Columbia's people thought you were working against them than with them.

You supposed that it was an accident of co-running Lucasfilms for the past four years. At the end of the day you were always the top boss besides Star Wars under George and thus people were naturally more amenable to working under you as the highest authority. Moreover, since you tended to use a lot of the same people for shoots or hired people networked through existing friends and contacts, they knew who Bruce O'Brian was and were happy to work under you.

Columbia's people by contrast knew you as the boogeyman of Hollywood who had until now either been kicking their asses at the box office or smartly swiping overlooked diamonds in the Columbia mine. People were worried that you were scheming for Lucasfilms or wouldn't take them seriously since they weren't yours and George's regular employees.

Looking back you think you had a similar problem with Wonder Woman. You came in and just rewrote the script which even if it was for the best, went above your station but you acted like you were Radar on MASH with all the seniority that entailed when the Wonder Woman crew had never worked with you before.

Thus you had to be really patient, make it clear you were a team player and win people over with smiles and kindness. It was a lot slower than you liked, but you were already on thin ice with Alan and thus slow and steady had to win the race.

It did make some things frustrating which would have been so easier if this was a Lucasfilms production. one particular area of concern was the art design of the movie.

When it came to how Batman looked, it seemed like there were three different visual arts that the film was trying to be. On the one hand, there was the campy Adam West style where everything was zany, bright and colorful. You loved Adam West and thought the show itself was good, but it was not proper to the modern comics and not the story you were trying to tell so you had to put your foot down at every opportunity. Some people just wanted it to be New York with Batman, but that was too lazy and had Gotham lose it's unique identity. Lastly were the guys who wanted to make things extremely dark, gritty and violent, even going for an R-rating for good measure. Now you wanted to tell a somewhat mature and grounded Batman story, but having Batman be a brooding jackass who guns down all his enemies and is obsessed with fear is not an inspiring superhero story.

So you had to walk a careful balancing act on elements of all three, and nowhere was this more important than the iconic costume of Batman.

It was either make a West suit in your size, go all gritty and rough like a Brooklyn brawler, or go fully decked out like a Marine commando. You learned from Star Wars that sometimes the clothes do make the movie and with Superman and his villains dressing around in spandex unitards, you needed something to stand out and not look too goofy.

Fortunately Bob Ringwood seemed to be giving you a great compromise that would help Batman really standout. The suit was everything Batman should be and more. Instead of the gray and blue, it was all Black to really make him blend with the night and become the Dark Knight. There was some nice protective padding to allow Batman to take some hits and most importantly provide a natural way for him to fight Deadshot without Deadshot missing by having Batman take gunshots that pack a punch. There was a nice air to mystery and seriousness but it wasn't impossible for Batman to be friendly or inspire people. The yellow worked really well and brought attention to the utility belt, and best of all you were paired with a sexy batmobile.

There was just one problem.....

"Bob, I love the suit. It's badass, iconic, and it matches Darth Vader. But it's just going to be terrible to film in." You protested.

Bob looked as if you slapped him in the face and spat on him, "How could it possibly be terrible?!"

You then pointed to the head of the drawing, "It's because of that rubber mask."

"You specifically told me to have a protective mask instead of going with the cloth so Batman has his head covered." Bob protested.

"Yes, but I was imagining something like a football helmet I can take on and off. Not a rubber cowl which goes all the way to my collar bone and shoulders."

"But then it'll cover your neck and you'll only have your lower face exposed." Bob argued.

"Yes, but then how will I turn my neck?!" You said in exasperation.

"Your neck?"

You sigh and take a breath before continuing, doing your best to keep your cool. "The rubber mask sticks with my skin. I'll probably have like what, a centimeter of breathing room? That's not a lot of space to turn my neck, and if I can't turn my neck, I can't fight."

"Sure you can. You're a boxer, you just have to take hits as a tank and then swoop in for suckerpunches just like you did at the Olympics. That's why Batman has padding, so he can take hits like a boxer without worrying about blocking or dodging."

"Oh." You did a mental facepalm as you realized that Bob had some genuine thought put into this design and the fault mostly laid on you for not communicating how you originally wanted to fight. "Well, I will incorporating boxing into my fighting style, but for Batman I want to incorporate heavy elements of Kung Fu like how the latest runs have been doing with his fighting style. If I want to perform Kung Fu, I need to be able to turn my head and move my upper body instead of turning my entire body like a mannequin to face my next opponent."

Bob gave you a weird look, "Wait a minute, you're telling me that you actually know Kung Fu?"

You were stunned that he didn't know, "Yeah, I trained under Bruce Lee for a couple of years, he taught me Jeet Kune Do."

"I have to be honest, I thought you were just making that up to make yourself look cooler."

At this point you were becoming outright insulted, "NO! I know Kung Fu, watch this." You then performed a series of sparring techniques and small acrobatics to a rather amazed Bob. To the layman it may look high performance, but it was really some of the more basic techniques to the art. "Wait a minute, does everyone think I'm bullshitting about Kung Fu?"

"Most people I know think you're exaggerating on that so yeah." You groaned as that was something else you'd have to deal with. Was a shame you couldn't show Mr. Rogers some Kung Fu tricks on the show. He thought it was a fun idea but PBS put their foot down that Mr. Rogers couldn't teach kids martial arts.

"Well I do know Kung Fu so as you see, I need something that can allow me to turn me neck ninety degrees."

"Okay that makes sense. So any ideas?" Bob asked.

"Like I said, something like a football helmet that I can just take on and off would be best. Don't know if rubber would be the best material, maybe leather or a polymer. If we want to protect the neck, maybe some sort of special collar or something connected to the pauldron, nothing too grand, but good enough to stop a knife stabs. I think the military's got something similar for its new uniforms."

"I'll see what I can do, just give me a couple of hours." You nodded and Bob went back to his office to rework the design.

In the privacy of your Columbia loaned office, you tried to see what it was like to fight while always facing forward. The result was an akward mess where you had to rely on jabs and normal punches to land any sort of hit while you were open to attack.

"Who would watch a Batman like that?"
Honestly, the Arkham series cowl might be worth looking into as inspiration. That mask basically clips on.
 
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So, something more like this:



I think this would work for the better for the suit, not to mention it does have a callback to rhe original Batman suit from the Golden age before it made a resurgence in the 2000s and the animated series.

Quick question guys, when during the film would it be appropriate to say the phrase "I'm Batman"?
 
Honestly I would prefer for Batman's suit to be the Grey one on the pitch picture, as its the 80s and you can get away with that style now rather then later.
 
For reference, dark blue, dark grey, and dark red all blend into the night better than black does, at least when it comes to human night vision. Some combination of the colour sensors not working well in low light and Black generally meaning Shadow, meaning something Casting the shadow, and if it's not moving right for the surroundings it hammers the "threat" button in people's brains to make them notice it More.
Something like that, anyway.
Of course, I've no idea how that interacts with Filming, and it probably doesn't Actually matter, but it's a thing.

Huh, completely forgot about coloring and the night. To be honest, for that Omake I was completely focused on making sure that stupid rubber mask would not be present for Bruce no matter how the art design ends up because it really downgraded the full potential of the 90's Batman and Batman Begins by limiting the choreography, and with Bruce knowing Kung Fu and being a very powerful boxer he needs all the versatility he can get. If Magoose writes up the suit as being the colors you suggested, but since we're basically going for a similar tone to Keaton's Batman I went for the Keaton suit to contrast. I guess Dark Gray and a black cape could work.

So, something more like this:



I think this would work for the better for the suit, not to mention it does have a callback to rhe original Batman suit from the Golden age before it made a resurgence in the 2000s and the animated series.

Quick question guys, when during the film would it be appropriate to say the phrase "I'm Batman"?

That works pretty well. The Flash Keaton Batman did a good job of fanservice to the 90s while making it more practical. And we can make the body suit gray.

@Poke_verse I added your boxing format to the plan.
 
If Magoose writes up the suit as being the colors you suggested,
I wasn't really suggesting that it be those colours (red batman would be weird, if nothing else), just that the logic given doesn't hold up, and Batman should know that (though it's understandable that the people working on the film don't).

Also, something worth noting about the picture in overmind's post: those shiny bits aren't great for stealth either.

Fortunately, stealth isn't Batman's only consideration.
 
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Hmm..

Can we be the ones who'll make Hercules?

Should we employ Dan Povenmire later?

..Are we going to try beat Studio Ghili, or leave them alone?
 
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The Man That Is The Mask
The Man That Is The Mask

Most people assumed Bruce Wayne and Batman were the same person, just with two different masks. They couldn't be more wrong.

Batman, through the eyes of a common thug, is an unyielding force, a symbol of fear that strikes fear into the hearts of criminals. His skills blur the line between human and avenging spectre, moving with strength and speed that leave his enemies broken. From the perspective of his allies like Commissioner Gordon, Batman embodies a rare beacon of hope in the shitshow that is Gotham. An ally who operates outside the boundaries of the law, driven by commitment and duty. His methods are unconventional, but in the war against crime his results can't be denied. In Gotham, Batman is the embodiment of fear and hope, an intricate mesh of light and darkness striving to mold Gotham's destiny.

And then there's Bruce Thomas Wayne. To his fellow trust fund heirs, he is the embodiment of opulence. An enigmatic playboy who flaunts his wealth with abandon, all the while masking a strategic brilliance and a hint of world-weariness beneath his charming veneer. To trusted companions like Alfred, he is an old soul marked by tragedy, his dreams haunted by the ghost of his parents, and struggling every day to not give just one more punch. It's a delicate dance between the public image of a flamboyant billionaire and the behind-the-scenes dedication of a vigilante driven by both compassion and a thirst for justice.

Two different personalities who have nothing in common, embodied by a single man whose true self only comes into focus during the interplay—a man who wears multiple masks, not to deceive but to navigate the complex terrain of his dual existence to safeguard a city that he both loves and loathes. And Bruce had to portray that character so it would redefine Batman for the world. It wasn't just about memorizing lines or donning a suit; it was about capturing the essence of a man who was both darkness and light, a man whose inner conflict was as compelling as his crime-fighting prowess. He had his work cut out for him.

He borrowed the suit designed by Bob to get into the mood and let the weight of his portrayal settle on his shoulders for a bit. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and chanted his mantra. 'Be water, my friend' was repeated, the words of his mentor who emphasized the importance of balance and fluidity in both martial arts and life, now used to get him into the zone. He imagined the raw power of Batman's presence surging through his veins and his body instincticlty adopted a more vigilant stance. He conjured the shadows that Batman lurked within, the darkness that was an extension of his very being.

Then, like a switch being flipped, he became Bruce Wayne—the charismatic billionaire without a care in the world. An imaginary camera captured his confident grin, the playboy persona that masked the turmoil beneath. It was a practised act, one that fooled even the most astute observers but Bruce had to dig deeper, allowing the layers of his character to intertwine seamlessly.

Bruce imagined a pivotal scene—a charity gala at Wayne Manor. Dressed in a tailored tuxedo, Bruce radiated charm and sophistication and before long the guests were enthralled by his presence, as they were meant to be. But, beneath the surface, Bruce was weaving the threads of his internal struggle. His eyes, normally filled with mirth, held a depth that hinted at the darkness within.

A second later, the switch was closed and Bruce Wayne became Bruce O'Brian again. He checked the clock to find forty-two minutes had passed. That was good, four minutes more than last time and when the shooting began he could hopefully stay in the zone for at least 3 hours.



A/N: Shorter than I'd like but that's because I'm using my cousin's laptop and my brain having a shortage of creative juices. Do tell me how I did?
 
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