So, this is my take on Gordon and Deadshot. It was fun taking on some established characters and it looks like everyone else did too.
PAGE 1: 5 PANELS
Panel 1: Wide, high angle shot of a weathered, rusted rail yard. Heavy freight trains weave throughout the arteries of tracks. In the distance we see the jagged structures of Gotham etched out in the night sky. The rail yard is cluttered with rusted, graffiti-covered freight cars and cargo containers. Gnarled, weathered equipment and cranes litter the yard. It’s a graveyard of rust and iron. In the center of the rail yard we see a plain sedan and an SUV facing each other. The doors are open on each vehicle. There is no evidence of anyone nearby.
Panel 2: Angle on the plain sedan. Three very neat bullet holes are in the windshield, two lined up with the driver and passenger seats. The third directly in the middle. We can see the silhouette of bodies inside.
Panel 3: Angle inside the sedan. Two bodies are slumped in the front seat. Blood spatter is on the ceiling of the interior, some on the seat. We can get an even better view of the three bullet holes from the inside. Perfectly aligned.
Panel 4: Angle looking through the backseat passenger door. It’s open and a trail of blood and disturbed gravel leads to a rusted stack of freight containers.
Panel 5: Angle on Jim Gordon, slumped up against the wall of one of the dirty containers. He has removed his trench coat and is in the process of fixing a tourniquet with his belt around his wounded left arm. He grits his teeth as he tightens it to the next belt notch.
Caption(Gordon): In and out. No bone. I’m more than a little lucky.
Caption(Gordon): Nothing I can do about Dobbs and Farley, though. Nothing but get myself killed too.
Caption(Gordon): It’s been quiet for a bit. Don’t know how many of Tre’s crew are left.
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Panel 1: Angle on the bleeding Gordon as he whips toward us, .38 Revolver aimed and ready. Something has caught his attention.
Panel 2: Angle over Gordon’s shoulder on a large man armed with an assault rifle as he slams himself up against a freight car. He’s in a panic and he’s aiming at Gordon.
Tre: I ain’t gonna shoot if you ain’t.
Gordon: Sounds good to me, Tre.
Tre: A set up. This is messed up, man. Messed up!
Gordon: Keep it down. You’ll give us away.
Tre: Give us away? Man, we done!
Panel 3: Angle on Tre as a single bullet slams through his head.
Tre: There’s a snipe-
Panel 4: Angle on Gordon as he scrambles for better cover. The shot having startled the hell out of him.
Caption(Gordon): God damn. I didn’t hear it. Back in Nam they always said listen for the shot. Christ, I’m too old.
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Panel 1: Wide angle shot of a series of cargo cranes and catwalks.
Panel 2: Angle on Deadshot, expertly placed between a mess of scrap iron and crates. His long range rifle is ready, his finger taking the slack from the trigger.
Caption(Deadshot): There were six, if I’m not mistaken. One more.
Panel 3: Angle through Deadshot’s scope at a freight car. The clear image of man’s body is beginning to peer out from the side of the car, perfectly exposed.
Caption(Deadshot): And there you are. Good night.
Panel 4: Angle behind the container on the body of Tre as the bullet strikes his torso. We can see the hand of Gordon propping him up.
Panel 5: Angle through the scope as Tre’s body falls into view.
Panel 6: Angle on Gordon pressed up against the container looking in the direction of the shot.
Caption(Gordon): Got ya.
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Panel 1: Angle on Deadshot as he pops up from his scope in shock of the mistake he just made.
Panel 2: Angle on Gordon as he climbs a freight ladder attached to a series of catwalks.
Caption(Gordon): He’s gonna move. The good ones always move after a shot. This guy’s no amateur.
Caption(Gordon): I can cut him off.
Panel 3: Angle on Deadshot as he sprints across the catwalk, rifle in hand.
Caption(Deadshot): Hm. Fell for the trap. Not like me.
Caption(Deadshot): Getting old.
Panel 4: Angle on Gordon, revolver raised, as he makes his way across the catwalk.
Caption(Gordon): He was here. I can smell the cordite.
Caption(Gordon): He’s not far.
Panel 5: Angle on Deadshot hiding in shadow around the corner of one section of catwalk.
Caption(Deadshot): He’s close. I can feel his weight on the catwalk.
Caption(Deadshot): He’s a clumsy one.
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Panel 1: Angle on the back of Gordon’s head as Deadshot’s wrist gun is aimed right at it, point blank.
Panel 2: Angle on Gordon and Deadshot. Gordon has spun around, his revolver leveled. The two are in an old fashioned standoff, each aiming their gun, ready to fire.
Gordon: Drop the weapon.
Gordon: DROP THE WEAPON!
Deadshot: James Gordon? Been a long time, almost didn’t recognize you.
Gordon: So we know each other?
Panel 3: Angle on Deadshot and Gordon, still locked in the standoff.
Deadshot: I never forget a man I served with.
Panel 4: Angle on Deadshot as he simultaneously disarms Gordon and delivers a devastating palm heel strike to his chin.
Panel 5: Wide angle shot as Deadshot walks down the catwalk. An unconscious Gordon lies motionless in a heap.
Deadshot: I apologize for the misunderstanding, comrade. Ice the jaw.
Deadshot: My condolences to your fellow officers.