Close on the Riddler, his hands clutched to his face, shaking, gabbling, unintelligible. This is a man in deep shock.
Riddler: There’s no ‘I’ in Ryan, there’s no ‘I’ in Ryan, there’s no ‘I’ in Ryan…
Pull out to show that the Riddler is sitting on a chair in a cell, being watched through a plexiglass window by Batman and Commissioner Gordon.
Gordon: He’s been like this since we brought him in.
Batman: And you’ve no idea who did this to him?
Close on Gordon, looking grim.
Gordon: The way we found him – all trussed up and hanging from that lamppost – we were convinced it was you.
Close on Batman, looking grimmer.
Batman: I’ve been out of town. League business. Only got back this morning.
Batman: So you think this has something to do with that missing writer?
Gordon holds up a photograph of Ryan K. Lindsay. Batman leans in to examine it. Behind them, a small window shows a starry night and the Gotham skyline.
Gordon: Ryan K. Lindsay. Australian comic book writer. Big noise in that scene. Special guest at the Gotham Comicon.
Outside Gotham Central. On a nearby rooftop, a shadowy figure stands watching through the window we saw in the last panel. He’s holding a directional microphone and listening in on the conversation inside.
Gordon (from inside): No one’s seen him since Friday night…
Figure: And they’ll never seen him again, Commissioner. Because Ryan K. Lindsay is no more…
(Or, if I'm allowed to break the rules once, for my final script - Page TWO, splash panel...)
The figure leaps off the rooftop, towards us, in a big heroic pose. He’s wearing an all over face mask (black, featureless) and a long flowing detective’s mac that trails behind him like a cape. The logo on his black top features four symbols shaped like typewriter keys – N O I R…
Noir: And the night belongs to NOIR!
Thanks for the opportunity to be part of the best comics blog on the net – with the friendliest and most encouraging team of creators. Ryan K. Lindsay, I salute you!