(A/N)
Sorry for not having this up yesterday like I promised XD.
New job, and Internet difficulties, but it's all good now!
"Mr. Wayne," the guard stands, hulking outside of his cell. "You've got a visitor..."
Bruce reluctantly stands, tired and damp from the musky cell room. "Did they say who?" He asks the guard in a deep raspy voice. The man only shakes his head, and ushers Bruce forward into a well lit room, guards at every corner.
Bruce sits down hard at the table, where a cop releases his handcuff, and secures him to another fastened to the table. "What do you want, Clark?" Bruce finally asks. Clark waves his hand and nods, signaling to the policemen that they may be relieved. One they've all left the room, he speaks.
"The League is worried, Bruce. Dick is worried. I'm worried. They never set a bail for you because of your money, so..." He trails off.
Bruce looks up, discreetly taking the Kryptonian's hand. "We'll figure something out, Clark. The court date is only next week. I'll be fine..."
A few moments of silence pass before Bruce speaks again. "How's Dick?"
"He's fine. He's walking around again. They say he might be able to testify, but for you not to get your hopes up... When was the last time they let you shave?" Clark gestures toward Bruce's rapidly growing scraggle of a beard.
"First day..." Bruce runs his hand over his chin. "What evidence do they have besides Dick's inguries?"
Clark shrugs. "Not much, but enough to keep you in here for a while... People have been lying about seeing you being aggressive around Dick..."
Bruce hums and squeezes Clark's hand tighter.
"Bruce..." the other man warns. "Don't get angry... you'll do or say something and they'll keep you in here for even longer.... Keep your temper."
There's a knock at the door, and a policeman tells them that their time is up. Clark goes home, and the man escorts Bruce back to the cell that he's called home for the last two weeks.
***
The court date. People pile in, taking taking their designates seats and filling up the jury stand. It takes about ten minutes overall, and the judge takes his seat as well. "Order!" He comands. The talking and mumbling throughout the aisles ceases, and the judge begins. "We are gathered today to assess the accusation of Bruce Wayne and his ward, Richard Grayson. Would the Plaintiff care to take the stand?"
A man, not too tall in stature, stands and begins his speech. "Mr. Wayne here has been accused of child abuse. We have plenty of evidence going for that case, and some against it as well. My first witness, Dr. Greg Henderson."
The lawyer hangs Dick's x-rays, while the doctor takes a seat at the witness stand. The lawyer intertwines his fingers, and starts asking questions...
"Dr. Henderson, what are these." Without looking, he replies. "They are Richard Grayson's x-rays from the day I saw him."
"Thank you. And what do they show, Doctor?"
"They show previous inguries; broken bones. The pictures i took afterward show scar tissue, and tests can confirm that the broken bones were caused by an adult..."
The judge looks at Bruce. "Does the defendant have any say about this?" Bruce's lawyer shakes his head. "No, your honour." The judge nods a continue to the doctor and the plaintiff.
"Dr. Henderson, in your professional opinion, do you honestly believe that Mr. Grayson has been abused?"
Greg nods. "Yes, I do."
