For the Love of Nightwing

Take Me to Court: Day 1

A/N: Picture above is the courthouse.

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         I looked at the bracelet in my hand, furrowing my eyebrows as I brought it to Dick.
"What's this?" I asked. He looked at my face, his eyes then trailed down to my hand. Dick's eyes widened, Tim pushed past him and took it out of my hand.
"Hey, Dicky. Didn't you help design this?" Tim teased. Dick nodded, slightly annoyed. Tim put his arm up and rolled down his sleeve. Dick then did the same and I found they were both wearing the same bracelet.

           I looked around and noticed the everyone was wearing one too.
"After Blue Jay 'died', people wanted a way to feel close to her, to honour her, ya'know?" Tim began to explain.
"So Bruce and I designed these bracelets to symbolize her- it was the last thing we ever did together. The blue, black and white; your colours. The black is mud from the deepest point in the ocean."

            Dick started to fiddle with the one on his own wrist, then continued to speak.
"It means that at your lowest- stay hopeful and optimistic, like you do. And even after you've won the battle, you stay humble- you don't seek praise, don't even ask for a thank you. That's what the white one is for- it has snow from Mount Everest." I looked down at the bracket in my hand and smiled.

          "That's really sweet, thank you." I said, rubbing his shoulder. He looked down at his watch, then showed me it was 7:27.
"Yeah, we made billions of dollars on the industry." Dick said nonchalantly.
"Most of it went to charity, the rest went to upgrading our tech and to the Haley Circus."

        Just then the judge walked in and everyone in the courtroom stood up. I looked up at the black haired man with dark green eyes, who wore a long black robe.
"You may be seated." The man said as he sat down in the padded chair, "I am Judge Faden, I will be in charge of Johnson-Wayne vs. The People of Gotham. I will be fair and just. I will not pick sides and I will not be bribed. Please welcome our jury."

        All at once 12 people (six women and six men) came through a door on the far right side of the room. They then began to fill up the chairs starting from the furthest away. They were all dressed formally, with nice dresses and suits. Unlike what I had seen on TV, they all looked satisfied to be here. Even from what people tell me jury duty sucks.

          "Wow, the jury looks happy." I murmured to Dick who sat next to me, Tim was back in the audience. He nodded and leaned toward me.
"Yeah, this case is a big deal. A lot of people wanna be part of it." Dick whispered in my ear. He then returned to sitting straight when one of the prosecutors stood up and approached the podium.

       "Your honour, policemen, Mr. Grayson, Mr. Wayne, and The People of Gotham, I'm under the impression that the safety of your city is definitely the most important thing to you. And putting this insane criminal out on the street would be dangerous. And do we really want to make her spoiled-ness worse?" The gray haired man spoke crisp and clear. But I wasn't fooled by his debonair, my mouth fell open.

           "She is so used to getting whatever she wants. But should that really extend all the way to getting released from Arkham? Just because she's organized a few fundraisers, helped a few animals, and is the daughter of the rich, Bruce Wayne; who, by the way, has a net worth of $9.2 billion? Not everyone in Gotham can buy there way out of things. And this dangerous criminal shouldn't be any different." The hurtful man closed his dark green folder and walked over to his seat.

         The gray haired man, Mr. Reeves,  on our side stood up and approached the podium. He cleared his throat then began to speak in a projective voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, do not let this suave man fool you- we do not wish to call for release, we plead for a better method of treatment, which can only be provided by Bruce Wayne, her father, himself. We have doctors that show her improvement, her devotion, to getting well again.