•𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂• ☣︎

Chapter 30

Johnathan ripped his mask from his face as we were now back in privacy. I handed him the mall I had gotten and he began to quickly rip them open. His eyes scanned quickly over every word. A look in his eyes showed he still wasn't satisfied by what he saw.

"what's wrong hunny?" I held onto his bicep, lightly running my fingertips over his blazer sleeve.

"I have a trial tomorrow and I still have not gotten anything from the judge with any further information."

"Trial? You didn't tell me you had a trial?"

"Yeah because you don't need to worry about my work life."

"Who's it for?"

"Some thug who works for me. I make it my deal to get him out of jail time." Johnathan slammed the useless letters onto the kitchen island and rubbed his forehead.

I pulled myself into his arm and cuddled to it. "Do you want me to come with you?" I asked softly.

"No No. It's not safe."

"Not safe how?"

"I don't need you being anywheres near the public unless it is my work."

"But there will be police there, no one will hurt me."

"That's the problem. The police."

"Oh..."

"Sorry sweetheart." Johnathan tussled my hair around while grinning at me reassuringly.

Tomorrow

"Mr Gray. You have been brought here to my court today with charges of drug trafficking, drug possession, aggravated assault, 2 counts of murder and possession of multiple illegal weapons. My Finch, please come to the whiteness stand." The Judge spoke as the opposing lawyer, Mr Finch stood.

"Thank you your honour" He bowed stepping into the stand. "In my belief, My Gray is a sociopathic threat to our society. Our streets of Gotham were in deep harm because of this mans thoughtless crimes. Many innocent lives were taken and/or harmed. I say My Gray is a perfect candidate for life in prison. With no parole."

"Objection!" Mr Thatcher, Mr Grays lawyer, spat out while standing. "My client has been recently admitted to experiencing psychotic type symptoms, making his actions completely unpredictable. Yes he is dangerous but, your honour, he is unable to read the rights and wrongs of our world, due to his possible condition. Mr Gray here is sick and does not deserve a punishment for his illness. As human rights go, he should be evaluated into his mental health before a prison sentence is made."

The Judge sighed and laid his hands flat onto the platform in front of him. "Very well. Mr Finch, is there anything you wish to add?"

He thought for a moment. "No your honour."

"You may be dismissed."

"Thank you your honour." He bowed again before returning to the opposing side of Mr Thatcher.

"Any more words? Mr Thatcher." The Judge raised his head.

"No your honour."

"Thank you. Dr Crane, please step forward."

Johnathan came from the gallery where people of the public and the families of Mr Gray sat. He straightened his tie then proceeded to sit at the whiteness stand.

"In my opinion, Mr Gray is as much a danger to himself as to others. And prison is probably not the best environment for his rehabilitation."