February 4, 1989. Around 5 AM.
In West Gotham, a small van sits in an alley. Nothing unusual about it, unless you look inside. Inside the trailer sat a man in a balaclava, holding an angle grinder he used to cut open metal crates marked "Wayne Enterprises." Next to him lay two other men, also in balaclavas, except their balaclavas had holes in the back, and around them were pools of blood that had flowed together into one large pool.
Finished cutting open the crate, having sawed off the locks, he takes out its contents, a flamethrower, and places it next to another open crate containing a jetpack with diesel-fueled engines on four small wings. After this, he removes his balaclava to catch his breath, revealing a medical mask underneath, with burns covering the rest of his face.
A short while later, Lynns enters what looks like a fairly upscale shoe store, not far from the alley where his van was parked, carrying a large case. Heading toward the back room, he's stopped by two burly men who take the case from his hands, then frisk him. Lynns offers no resistance throughout. Once the men finish frisking him, Lynns is allowed to proceed into the back room.
Carmine Falcone, eyeing Lynns: "Who in the he hell is this?"
Garfield Lynns, standing before him: "Is it you Carmine Falcone?"
Carmine Falcone: "If you're here, you already do know the answer. Now, be clear."
Garfield Lynns: "I've come for the contract. On Bat-Man."
Carmine Falcone, not taking him seriously: "Ah, yeah-yeah-yeah. Right, yeah. I recall something like that. Still waiting for someone to accepting it."
Garfield Lynns: "That's why I'm here."
Carmine Falcone, slightly irritated: "And here I was hoping you were just joking. See, I've seen this Bat-Man fight. If you think you can kill him, you're fuck out of your mind. Now get lost before I'm in the mood to rough you up."
Garfield Lynns, standing his ground: "I'm not one of your goons. I know how to get Bat-Man's attention, how to force him out of his comfort zone, how to make him fight out of his terms."
Carmine Falcone, still not taking him seriously: "And how do you plan to do that? Go on, enlighten me then."
Garfield Lynns: "Your answer is in that case."
Falcone is silent for a couple of seconds, then quietly orders his guards to open the case they took from Lynns. Inside were the flamethrower and the jetpack.
Carmine Falcone: "And the hell's this? Some kind of ultra-weapon like the Death Star?"
Garfield Lynns: "Better. Weapons capable of defeating Bat-Man."
Carmine Falcone: "Alright, alright. I hear you. But what makes you think you'll succeed?"
Garfield Lynns: "Nothing," he says, removing the medical mask from his face. "These scars you see, they're because of Bat-Man. I've already lost my job and a normal life because of him. I have nothing left to lose, and you have a chance to get rid of a problem to lost."
Carmine Falcone, after a couple seconds of thought: "I don't care about your motives, only the result."
Garfield Lynns: "You'll get it. Only if you promise the payment, of course."
Carmine Falcone: "You'll get your money, nothing to worry. But only for a job well done, of course."
Garfield Lynns: "Be sure that tonight you'll sleep without nightmares."
Around 7 AM, in the tallest building in all of Gotham, the sound of the elevator descending to the basement is heard again.
Lucius Fox: "Hm, you're earlier than usual today. By about two hours."
Bruce Wayne, holding his back, groaning slightly in pain: "Shift was cut short today, so I dropped by early."
Lucius Fox: "Read the morning paper? About the heist."
Bruce Wayne, sitting in a chair next to Lucius's station: "Heist?"
Lucius Fox: "Yes, we were robbed. Last night, at the port. I was genuinely thinking it was you. Heard they're pinning a jewelry store heist on Bat-Man?"
Bruce Wayne: "Ah, that. Didn't know it was us that got robbed. What was taken?"
Lucius Fox: "Cleaned out a container. One flamethrower, a couple of crates, one…"
Bruce Wayne: "Hold on-hold on. A flamethrower? Since when does Wayne Enterprises sell weapons?"
Lucius Fox: "If you're still wondering why I'm not on good terms with the uppers, here's your answer."
Bruce Wayne: "Wayne Enterprises was never meant be a military corporation."
Lucius Fox: "Was never to, but after your father's death, the Waynes' influence on the company vanished, and your family's morals stopped mattering here. Too late to change anything. As they say, an arms dealer won't wish for world peace, or he'd go broke. Well, you wait here, I'll go get a drink. We're celebrating today, ought to mark the high day."
Bruce Wayne: "What's the hell of high day?"
Lucius Fox: "Well, isn't it obvious? You didn't come here with another order. A special day in a while."
Bruce Wayne: "Don't relax, I'm just masterfully building up to the reason for my visit. Here you are." Bruce hands him a small piece of paper with a blueprint for a bat-shaped blade.
Lucius Fox: "Hmm, and I thought we agreed not to make anything sharp or pointy."
Bruce Wayne: "And it's not sharp or pointy. It's meant for throwing, like a boomerang."
Lucius Fox: "Ahem, Mr. Wayne, you do understand the idea of a boomerang is that it returns to the thrower? This thing will embed itself in a wall, not fly back."
Bruce Wayne: "From a boomerang, I'm only interested in its aerodynamic principle, nothing more. I made four like this at home. Spent them all in an instant. I need you to take on a mass production."
Lucius Fox: "Hmm, you do realize this is no longer a joke? I could hide the loss of a couple sheets of Kevlar and such stuff. But this is on a different scale."
Bruce Wayne: "Lucius, you've been messing Earle for about ten years or so. You yourself said he doesn't even look at the things in the warehouse."
Lucius Fox: "It's not even abot that. Bat-Man is out of law in this city, Mr. Wayne. I'm already aiding and supporting a criminal with gear. And now you want me to start to mass it, mass the illegal weapons production for you."
Bruce Wayne: "Don't worry. The police have no idea you're in any way connected to Bat-Man. You have nothing to fear, and you know it, you're just looking for an excuse."
Lucius Fox: "Be aware, Mr. Wayne, if I get caught at this, there will be problems for the entire company, problems for you, for Bat-Man, not just for me."
Bruce Wayne: "You still haven't said no anyway."
Lucius Fox: "I've already warned you, Mr. Wayne. If stuff goes wrong, you're the one behind it."
Bruce Wayne: "If you say so. Alright, I've got to go. I'll come by tonight for the first batch."
Lucius Fox: "No need. I'll mail them to you with a congratulatory letter."
Bruce Wayne: "Yeah, yeah. Looking forward to it."