"That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day."
-The Joker, The Killing Joke
It wasn't possible.
Oh, well, sure it was possible, but highly unlikely.
The judge sent her another icy glare, staring straight down at her over his huge, crooked nose. Her attorney sighed and clapped her on the shoulders, his meaty arm nearly making her knees give out.
"I tried, kid. Sorry." His breath had the scent of cheap bourbon lingering on it. Drunk while working her case, wasn't that justice for you? That was it, that right there. His half-hearted apology was her breaking point.
"YOU ASSHOLE," she howled. Her wrists were chained to the table in front of her, but she rattled the chains trying to break free anyway, screaming as she did so. "You incompetent oaf!" The fat man started to look frightened, removing his arm from her shoulders just as her legs flew out and connected with his knees. There was a sickening crack and screams from around the courtroom, but it was just so satisfying. Something hit her hard in the back then, followed swiftly by a nice crack to the back of the head and instantaneous blackness.