Chapter 3: Devon

"Okay, so here I was at my apartment." said the prosecution at the stand in the courtroom. "It was around 4 P.M and all of a sudden I hear a noise of shattered glass coming from my bedroom. I got up to go check what's going on and I see that hooded punk going through my stuff."

He pointed at my defendant, the teenage boy name Jeffrey Irons. "He ran out through the broken window and the broken glass cut his right arm-,"

"OBJECTION!" I shouted.

"What are you objecting to, Mr. Holloway?" said the judge.

"His testimony about my defendant accidently cutting himself on the broken glass. My defendant showed no cuts whatsoever on his right arm!"

The jury began to murmur about it. "May the defendant show his right arm to the court?" asked the judge.

"Go ahead, Jeffrey." I said.

He stands up and takes off his jacket to show both his arms. No cuts whatsoever.

"Then he must've cut one his legs!" shouted the prosecution.

"Show your legs, Jeffrey."

He rolled up his leg sleeves and still no signs of any cuts. "I believe I've gathered enough evidence to decide this case. Defendant, Jeffrey Irons, is NOT GUILTY! Court is adjourned."

Jeffrey smiled and started to let tears fall from his eyes. He looked at me as he said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Holloway."

"Your most certainly welcome, Jeffrey."

We shook hands but he also hugged me. He let go as he joined his parents. Suddenly I heard clapping from the front of the main doors. "Another case you've won, Devon." When the crowd finally cleared I see my old friend, Mercy Anima Wayne.

"Mercy!" I ran up to her and gave her a big hug, "It's been forever my friend!"

"Forever is correct." she laughed as we disengaged our hug.

"I'm guessing you're back because of your nephew right?"

"You bet, I'm actually heading over to there to see him. Wanna come? The whole gang is coming."

"Really? Yes! Absolutely yes! Um, let me get my stuff and we're outta here."

I gather up my paperwork and put them in my suitcase as we take our leave from the courtroom. But before we left the courthouse we ended up being caught up by Harvey Dent, the most greatest Prosecutor that Gotham has ever had.

"Hey, Devon," he said with a smile, "I wanted to congratulate you for winning your case."

"Thank you Harvey." I said, "Oh um, this is my old time friend, Mercy Wayne."

"Mercy Wayne as in?"

"Oh," she said, "I'm not really known too well from around here. But I'm Bruce Wayne's aunt."

"Of course, I apologize for not remembering. I give you my utmost condolences."

"Thank you Mr. Dent."

"Well we gotta get going." I said, "We're going to visit her nephew right now."

"Okay um, catch ya around Devon."

We took our separate ways as Mercy and I left the courthouse. "Is he like your friend?" asked Mercy.

"More of a colleague but we do rival one another. He's really good in putting the real criminals in jail while I'm the one who's getting the innocent out of jail."

"In other words you two are just as good."

"Yup, some people literally call us the white knights of the law."

Once we got to her car I had to squeeze into the back seat with the M&M boys. "What's up Phoenix Wright?" said Markus.

"Oh just won another case."

"Again, Devon?" said Rune Sigma sitting in the passenger's seat, "Wow you are really good at what you do."

I noticed a pen she's clutching tightly in her hand. "Stole Nygma's pen again?"

"I couldn't help it! It was begging to be kidnapped!"

"You know he's going to find out sooner or later who's been taking his pens."

Once Mercy started driving I noticed M&M and Mercy started to smoke these hookah pens. "Now I hope you boys haven't been selling anything illegal." I said.

They all started laughing as Mark said, "You crack me the shit up Phoenix." I couldn't help myself but join the laugh as well. Of course they're selling illegal shit, that's all they do to make a living.

"So are you glad that the Wayne's killer is dead, Mercy?" I asked her.

"Yeah what I've found out is that the real killer is not dead." she said.

"What?"

"Yeah man," said Markus, "We got information about this snitch name Oswald Cobblepot. Who told the police that real killer is still out there, but no one knows. While Mark and I were selling our goods to the fisherman down at the docks. Det. Jim Gordon killed Oswald but somehow or another he faked it. I don't know can you survive from a headshot?"

"That's highly impossible, trust me I've tried it," said Rune. We all went silent as we looked at her.

"What? It was a simulation test."

We all took a big sigh of relief. Rune is intelligent but sometimes she freaks us out.

"Anyway." said Mercy, "I actually picked up this Oswald Cobblepot on my way here. After that, that's when I met up with these two and decide to include the whole gang."

"I feel that we should tell the police about this." I said. A moment of silence and we all burst out laughing.

"Police don't give a fuck about a still alive snitch." said Mark.

"No but the mob will." said Rune, "Right now the best thing for Oswald is to stay low as possible. Which I can help with that because I've built a shrinking ray that I need to test."

"Uh huh, like he'll fucking let you do that, Lee." said Markus.

"I'm going to play some music guys is that okay with you?" asked Mercy.

"Yeah go ahead." I said as everyone agreed.

"It's your fucking car." said Mark.

Once she turned on the radio, a song that we've haven't heard for so long came up. This is our song. "Fuck yeah!" shouted Mark.

"Crank that shit up, little M!" said Markus.

"Oh my gosh Opposite of Adults," said Rune, "It's been years I've haven't heard this."

"Chiddy Bang." I said as I laughed.

Next thing I knew we were all singing it together on our way to Wayne Manor. THAT'S RIGHT, THE RENEGADES ARE BACK!