Undeserved

Chapter 1

The Trial

Three months later…

"This isn't gonna hold up, Jason…"

"What do you mean, 'it isn't gonna hold up?'" Jason Roman, Gotham's "newly" appointed D.A. said to his much too "hopeful" female assistant. Jason was a tall man and muscular one too. He was bald and had aggressive face. One would have never guessed him as a lawyer…

"No matter what, Ashley," Jason said stopping his assistant, Ashley, so he may talk to her clearly, "she goes to Arkham or she dies." Jason cracked his neck and continued to walk with his assistant to the courtroom.

Jason was just as enthusiastic and determined as Dent was, although slightly unpopular. For his nearly three months spent in office he had yet to lock-up one criminal. But he had his set on just one, at the moment…

Harleen Quinzel, A.K.A. Harley Quinn, a psychotic and delusional woman, with absolutely no regard for human life. Falling into a child-like state, developing an insane attitude, and fell, miraculously, in love with, Gotham's Number One Criminal, the Joker.

A "ridiculous," aptly named by Gotham's own citizens, had struck, trying to determine whether or not Harley Quinn was, indeed, insane. And now the trial has outraged the people of Gotham that the trial had lasted more than a few months.

"Yes, but…" Ashley attempted to say.

"No, 'buts,'" Jason interrupted her, "Ashley, it's best to take care of this now, with what little reputation I have left…" With that Jason cracked his neck once more and slammed open the doors to the courtroom doors, where dozens of witnesses were waiting. Including ten jury members, the judge, and Harley Quinn, herself, sat waiting…

"What took you so long?" Harley giggled to herself as she smacked loudly on her gum. Her long blonde hair done up in pigtails and she wore a white jumpsuit. She watched as the "useless" District Attorney, Jason made his way to the stand.

"Sorry, I'm late, ladies and gentlemen," Jason said as he sat at a long desk provided for him. Ashley, his assistant, hurried after him and quickly sat down next to him, her face red with embarrassment.

Judge Michael Aires, looked down at Jason through his glasses, "Yes…" he said nonchalantly, "Now that you are here, we can begin…" With that the trial began.

Sometime Later…

"Mr. Gate, you may proceed with your case," Judge Aires said to lawyer opposing Jason. Deeken Gate, a lawyer that seemed to appear out of nowhere, was hell-bent on sending Harley to Arkham. He was short, but had a stocky build, his hair was a dark brown and long, scraggly, unkempt beard covered his face. He seemed new to this, he constantly made mistakes and talked out of turn. But his records say he had at least three years experience. Jason even checked…

"Thank you, judge," Gate said standing up and straightening his tie. He walked over to Quinn and was about to ask her a question when he stopped himself. Everyone laughed at the spectacle.

Harley Quinn was shaking and spinning her head in certain way, so that her pigtails seemed like helicopter blades rotating in between each other.

"I rest my case…" Gate smiled and turned to return his seat, when Jason jerked up…

"Objection: He can't possibly name her insane for her to just…" he stopped, trying to find the right words "act… strange…"

"Point taken… Mr. Gate… your point?" the judge said leaning back, obviously bored of the trial.

Gate smiled and nodded, "Ms. Quinn!" Harley jerked her head up.

"What?" she asked annoyed.

"Do you believe you are criminal?" Gate asked his smile still plastered on his face.

"I do…" Quinn said, raising a questioning eyebrow. Where are you taking this…? She thought to herself.

"Do you believe you are insane?" Gate asked his face suddenly turning serious. Harley's face, however, was that of sudden shock, as was the audience, and Jason's. "My opponent has proved, my client, a criminal…" Gate called turning to the audience, "but he has also proved for her to be, legally, insane."

"Objection!" Jason yelled again.

"Sustained, Gate, please, continue…" the judge interrupted.

"Yes, she has done numerous crimes, as Jason said, 'Arson, Destruction of Government Property, Murder, Grand Theft Auto,' and these are only a few things she has done…" Gate had thrown himself into a speech, which seemed to hypnotize the audience and the jury.

"It has also had been said, that, my client, is, indeed, insane… And I highly believe that fact," he emphasized the word, "The only reason she did these crimes, is because someone told her to."

How can he possibly know? Jason thought angrily to himself.

"That someone, ladies and gentlemen, is the Joker…" the crowd gasped at the mere mention of his name. "He bent and twisted Harley's mind, until, eventually, it snapped! Causing a very deep dependence or reliance, if you will, to come forth and take shape as the Joker…" Jason fell back into his seat, clutching furiously at his armrests.

"But we can help her you know… put her Arkham and have her freed in due time and she'll actually be a person who can help and achieve…"

"Yes, very good speech, Gate, but your point? What does that have to do with her mental issues? How do you know she is insane?" The judge asked, interrupting once again.

"Because, Judge Aires…" Gate said turning to the man and placing a paper on Aires' stand, which he had pulled the paper from his coat pocket.

"I had an Arkham Doctor to prove it this morning…"


Harley Quinn smiled gleefully as four officers dragged her down the stone steps of courthouse and shoved her, violently, into the back of a white van. The white van was labeled, Arkham.

Jason stood atop the stairs, glaring violently at the van as it sped away. Gate pushed his way, ruefully, through the hungry pack of reporters, swarming him as he walked out. "No comment!" he yelled as he got to his car. An unlikely one, as it seemed. He drove a pure black Mustang GT. He opened the driver's side, threw his briefcase inside, and slammed the door behind him as he climbed inside.

As soon as the door was closed, Deeken "Dee" Gate ripped his fake beard off and started the car, slammed it into drive, and sped off. He started to unbutton his coat, causing his car to swerve wildly. He threw the coat off as soon as it was unbuttoned. He flipped his AC on High and sighed as the cool air blasted his face.

"God… how can lawyers where that shit…" he sighed again and looked up at the road. A large smiled crept onto his face…

Everything was going perfectly. Joker and Harley were now in Arkham… Dent was dead… The bat was faltering under the pressure… Croc did his job well… and The Mob was falling to pieces…

Soon enough, Gotham was going to take brutal way, straight to hell… All it needed was one… more… fall…