Deleted Scene From Villains United #5
Full page panel, the Six, in formal civilian clothes (tuxes and gowns), exiting an off-Broadway theater. Catman and Ragdoll wear theirs fantastically (Ragdoll still has on his mask and wig), Deadshot is yanking at his collar in disgust,
They’re walking out of a theater that’s just shown the musical, ‘CATS,’ which we want to hint at, but not convey blatantly. So perhaps, a bit of the poster or marquee, but not the full thing. Some other theater goers come out behind them, including a heavy-set woman wearing a leopard-skin stole around her shoulders.
DEADSHOT: Well, THAT was a complete DUMPLOAD.
TITLE AND CREDITS (Dale, it might be fun to put the credits on newspapers blowing by, and the theater posters, maybe?)
VICTIMS OF AGGRESSION
Gail Simone: Writer
Dale Eaglesham: Penciller
Wade VonGrawbadger: Inker
Jared K. Fletcher: Letterer
Harvey Richards: Asst. Editor
Stephen Wacker: Editor
PANEL ONE: The ParaDemon, forlorn and sad, as a calm RagDoll tries to console him.
PARADEMON: But...but it was so SAD when the disgusting old hag cat is making that hideous noise about her happier past!
PARADEMON: Will she EVER be happy AGAIN, I ask you all?
RAGDOLL: there, there, little ParaDemon.
RAGDOLL: i was sad, too, but mainly for myself, having to sit
through it all.
CATMAN: Don’t say that--it’s making me sick to my stomach.
RAGDOLL (off panel): an affliction we share, Catman. I think
it was the lyrics.
PANEL THREE: Deadshot, lighting up a cigarette, his tie and collar undone.
DEADSHOT: All I can say is, them felines are lucky I came
DEADSHOT: One clip cleans an alley, I always say.
PANEL FOUR: Catman, looking puzzled for a second...as an outraged ParaDemon screams towards Deadshot, right behind him (catman).
CATMAN: WHAT did you just say,
PARADEMON: Don’t shoot the KITTIES!
PARADEMON: THE POOR, DANCING KITTIES!
CATMAN: Repeat what you just said.
PANEL SIX: Blake, close up, squinting a little bit.
PANEL ONE: The group stands, as Scandal takes her communicator inconspicuously from her handbag as Deadshot watches her, a bit contemptuously.
CATMAN: Come on, we can beat the traffic...
SCANDAL: Just checking in with Mockingbird. Won’t be a
DEADSHOT: Lady, you take to the leash better than any
dog I know.
PANEL TWO: Scandal’s eyes, flashing with anger. ParaDemon and RagDoll are behind her, not paying attention at all.
SCANDAL: You don’t KNOW me, Deadshot. Let’s keep it that
PARADEMON: I’ll eat his LIVER if he shoots the KITTIES.
RAGDOLL: yes, yes, we’ll all eat his liver if he shoots the kitties.
PANEL THREE: Catman turns to the woman with the fur, who just reeks of privilege...
CATMAN: Pardon me, Madam...might I ask if that stole is real?
WOMAN: What a RIDICULOUS question.
WOMAN: Of COURSE it’s re...
PANEL FOUR: Catman smashes the woman in the face with his fist, to
FX (punch): WHAAMM
PANEL FIVE: Catman, dragging a grinning
CATMAN: Fur is murder.
CATMAN: Let’s go.
PARADEMON: Let’s see it AGAIN!
PANEL ONE: They walk into a parking garage, again, it’s night. There’s a large black van, that’s where they’re headed. They’re still in their formal outfits, obviously.
CATMAN: You SURE the van’s clean of bugs, Scandal?
SCANDAL: I swept it myself, Catman.
SCANDAL: I guarantee--neither MOCKINGBIRD nor the SOCIETY can hear us.
PANEL TWO: Catman following
CATMAN: Good. We have some new BUSINESS to cover.
DEADSHOT: Listen...uh, Scandal.
DEADSHOT: What I said back there--
DEADSHOT: That wasn’t cool. Sorry.
PANEL THREE: Deadshot, looking at her sincerely, but with intent, still holding her arm.
DEADSHOT: I need to SEE you tonight.
SCANDAL: I can’t...
DEADSHOT: All right, I said it.
PANEL FOUR: RagDoll is in the driver’s seat, ParaDemon riding shotgun, with Catman and
PARADEMON: I feel a lust in my blood for CHICKEN NUGGETS.
RAGDOLL: as I evacuated during the ‘show,’ I can’t see the harm.
CATMAN: All right, people. We’ve been avoiding the subject.
CATMAN: Knowledge is power. It’s also, occasionally, a hand grenade with the PIN pulled.
PANEL FIVE: Catman’s face, every bit the jungle lord, very serious.
CATMAN: The Society intends to mindwipe every superhero on
CATMAN: The question is--
CATMAN: --what do we DO with that little scrap of intelligence?