Hello Mr. E. Nigma

Plea

Lorelis pov

"So it's today, huh?" Carley asked.

"Yeah, it's today." I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror. Going to court meant I had to look presentable so I wore a woman's business suit that I borrowed from Carry. I was surprised she had one to be honest, she didn't seem like the type to be professional.

"You know, I'm kinda nervous." Carry said with worry in her voice. "And I don't want to sound rude but it's not just because of what's going on. I know your lawyer coached me and all. But what if I slip up. I don't want to lie, Loreli. I don't want to be put in prison for it and I definitely don't want to be the reason you get put in there."

I look at her sorrowfully, "Carry, you don't have to lie. I don't expect you to. This is all on me. I'm the one who decided to go through with this whole mess."

"I still pushed."

"But you didn't know."

"And yet even after I pushed! Gosh, what kind of a friend am I!?" Carry yells smashing onto the bed. "Maybe for once I should have just been reasonable like my dad always told me!" she sits up and puts a hand over her face. "Why would I make you go out with someone who could only hurt you and get you in trouble!?"

"Carry! Calm down!" I say running up to her and hugging her tightly. "It's okay. This is not your fault at all. Alright?" she holds me tightly and nods against my shoulder. "Good. Now come on and let's get out of here. I'm ready to get this over with."

Edwards Pov

Damn. The hearing is today and there's not one thing I can do about it! There has to be something though doesn't there? I can't arrange for someone to break her out of the trial; that could easily point to me. Plus I don't have anyone I trust to do it. Jonathan got put in here yesterday and I haven't been able to ask him about Loreli at all since Batman almost put him in critical condition. There is one other possibility but I don't have the right connections to work it out. And that idea would be a mistrial. Everything would get thrown out if the jury becomes deadlocked. It would be good insurance in case that fancy lawyer she's got fails miserably, which I don't doubt.

A Tennessee man was in court to be sentenced for theft.
The judge told the man, "You may make a statement. If it is true, I'll sentence you to five years in prison. If it is false, I'll sentence you to ten years in prison."
After the man made his statement, the judge decided to let him go free. What did the man say?

It's rather simple really. He said "You'll sentence me to ten years in prison." If the judge sentenced him to ten the statement would be true and he would get five years. But if the judge were to call it false then the man would get ten. Instead it was deadlock and he settled for neither in the end.

A deadlock is all it would take to free her. So how can I get it? "Aye Nygma. You've got a call." a guard informs me. Who could possibly be calling me? Lor-? No, that would be absurd. She's far too smart to make a stupid decision like that. I am escorted to the phone booth and unfortunately I'm being monitored with the call. "Hiya, Mistah N. This is Charly, uh, Pinn! Sorry, I'm so distracted right now, my dogs keep begging fa scraps." Hang on, this is Harley. That's right she broke out not long after the day I found out there was a trial. She had tried to break Joker out too but once the guards found out she was escaping they quickly moved him. "So anyways the reason I'm callin' is cause of that trial that has ta do with ya. What a joke, huh? I'm callin' for info if ya can provide. And in turn I give a favor. You know like stop the pressers on your new scheme. Is this girl's trial a part of it? That's crazy. Can't be, right?? So what do you say?"

"Sure thing." I've got a way. If I simply give her something about where Joker is Harley can figure out how to find someone for a mistrial.

Harley's Pov

"Uh-huh, yeah. Thanks Mistah N!" I hang up the phone and jump fa joy that Eddie was able ta tell me where they're keepin' my angel. But even if he couldn't provide much I'm a sucker fa a good love story! "Bad news, Todd. My friend came through on my request. So what are ya gonna vote on that jury?" I say pointin' a gun ta his head.

"N-Not guilty! Please j-just don't kill me!"

"Good boy!"