The Seventh Amendment
Robin sat on the sofa at Mt. Justice, furiously typing on his laptop. The Pentagon had recently upgraded their security, and was just begging to be hacked. He was so absorbed in his work, he barely noticed when Wally walked behind him, towards the kitchen. Seconds later, the ginger was behind him, a banana in his hand.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Working."
Batman had trained his protégé well. He continued working as Wally threw his banana peel to the side and ran back to the kitchen for more food. He ran back to sit next to Robin on the couch, and slipped on the peel he had discarded moments before.
Robin barely had time to blink before the red headed speedster hit him, but he could clearly see the aftermath. Wally was lying on the ground, and his precious laptop was snapped in half, the screen lying next to the keyboard, a few wires connecting the two. All the work he had done was lost.
Robin turned his best batglare on Wally. It was scary even through the sunglasses.
"You. Killed. My. Computer."
"It's find Rob! You can get it fixed or buy a new one! I mean, it isn't that bad. You're loaded!" Wally said quickly as he slowly backed away.
"You're paying for it."
"Dude! I can't pay for it! I don't have that much money!"
"How much do you have?"
"Like fifty bucks."
"Fine. Give me fifty dollars and I'll call it even."
"Why? All you have to do is ask Batman for a new laptop and he'll replace it. Why should I pay?"
"It's the principle of the matter. Give me the money."
"No."
"Then I'll sue you for it. And the jury will try and convict you."
"You can't sue someone for only fifty bucks and get a jury to try it."
"Watch me."
-Lazy Shadow's Breakline.-
A few weeks later, Wally stood in a courtroom. The jury sat along one side of the wall, the judge sat in front. Neither he nor Dick had a lawyer.
This is a really elaborate set up, Wally thought. It was obvious this wasn't a real court case, otherwise the jury wouldn't be there.
"Now for the case of Richard Grayson versus Wallace West. The suit is for… fifty dollars? Is this a joke Mr. Grayson?"
"No sir, it isn't."
Wait, thought Wally. Wasn't the judge in on the joke? Was this a real case?
"Mr. Grayson, the rule of thumb in court is a jury shall be provided if the suit is over $10,000. This amount is minuscule. I will dismiss the jury."
"But sir, you can't do that."
"And why not?"
"I have my seventh amendment rights. It states that I have the right to have a jury hear my case if the amount being sued is over twenty dollars."
The judge waved someone over and whispered something to them. The person came back with a copy of the constitution and its amendments.
"I see that you are right Mr. Grayson. The case will proceed."
The rest of the trial passed in a blur to Wally. Soon enough, the jury came to an agreement.
"We find the defendant, Wallace West, guilty and therefore owes the plaintiff, Richard Grayson, the amount requested, fifty dollars."
"Aw man," Wally complained.
"Now will you give me my money?"
"Fine."
Wally dug out his wallet and paid Dick.
"How about we go get something to eat. I'll buy."
"Thanks dude!"
Wally and Dick walked out of the court best friends, and Wally learned never to challenge Dick on matters of government. He would always be right.
I know it's weird, and somewhat random, but I didn't have anything better to do in during Government.
Have a groovy day,
Shadow