Panel 1- Two THUGS are executing a third in a back alley in the Narrows of Gotham City, automatic pistols flashing. One is holding a wrapped key of heroin, the other is fingering a pilfered gangster roll of cash.
THUG 1: HA! Stone cold, and easy paper!
THUG 2: Been hella cakewalk since the Bat got shivved.
Panel 2- The pistols are shot out of the hands of the two THUGS, who grimace in shock and pain.
Panel 3- Said THUGS are both kneecapped.
OFF-PANEL: The Bat won't be killed. He won't die.
Panel 4- reverse angle from over the THUGS' shoulders. A familiar silhouette is walking toward them, flipping a coin.
TWO-FACE: And we know he'd never leave this town to scum like you.
Panel 5- Same as above, but TWO-FACE now stands in the light at the mouth if the alley. He is holding a smoking 6-shot snub nosed revolver, still flipping his coin.
TWO-FACE: So until his inevitable return, we're acting as his unofficial proxy.
TWO-FACE: Uptown is Cobblepot's, the Riddler's got downtown. The Narrows belongs to me.
Panel 6- Close-up on TWO-FACE, holding his coin up to his face, scarred side out.
TWO-FACE: Still got two shots. Who wants to call it?