Wayne Scott went to court bright and early the morning after calling Roxy on the phone. He was a man on a mission, and he wasn't about to let the city council run all over his little buddy. Especially not while he was still in the hospital, and unable to really defend himself.

He had not called Roxy in, feeling the woman had more stress on her hands than she needed at the moment. Her abrupt ending of their conversation last night still rang in his ears. There was something bothering her, and while he wanted to know how he could help, he also knew that Roxy was a grown woman and would ask for help if she needed it.

Hopefully. Now that he thought of it, she had never been very good at calling for help even when Megamind had insisted.

He had his family's lawyer in tow, and was bound and determined that they would win the case he was making. They stampeded into the court house just as the session was being called.

"Hold on! I'm here to be a witness, and take care of some misconceptions."

It took nearly three hours, but through some artful arguing Wayne had managed to not only reduce Megamind's fines by half, but also to negate several life sentences through the point that Ms. Ritchi had never pressed formal charges. It wasn't everything, but it was a little.

Wayne made sure they would send him a notice about their next trial date, and assured himself that his family lawyer had the information of the people to contact and yell at if they should try and dodge them.

"I swear, I don't understand this city's legal system. They would never get away with this back in Detroit," his lawyer was ranting.

"I can't say I get it either," Wayne admitted. "I mean, they let me be a vigilante for years, no problem. Megamind never even had trials to begin with. Really bizarre."

"Incompetence, or some kind of legal loophole. I'll look into it. I owe the family that much," the lawyer shrugged. In truth, the older man was his mother's brother, Uncle Tom, who had been business partners with John Scott before introducing him to his youngest sister, Bobbi Anderson.

"Hey, I appreciate it, Uncle Tom. Need a lift to the hotel?" Wayne offered.

"No, thanks. I think it would make Andrew jealous," Tom smirked. "Besides, I'm not far, and it's a nice day for a walk. Say hi to your mom and dad for me, kiddo."

"Sure thing, Uncle Tom," Wayne grinned, waving at him before turning and walking in the opposite direction.

Really, the sensation of actually walking was still sometimes a little disconcerting to him. His weight sinking to the ground, succumbing to Earth's gravity; it was a little strange. He strolled slowly, trying to ignore the nasty looks he occasionally got from the passersby.

Uncle Tom had been right about the weather being wonderful, he just wished that the surroundings were just as nice. He had expected some anger from the citizens, yes, but not this level of emotion. It was as if the entire city felt so betrayed by him that they had collectively decided that he was not worth the time of day. And if he was worth the time of day, it was generally in the form of angry letters. His fan-mail box at the post office was full of vitriol and tearful admonishments. He knew - he had stopped by to empty it and scanned the letters though their envelopes before bagging them up, asking to store them at the post office for a small fee.

Wayne paused along the way back to the edge of the city to stop in a coffee shop. He waited in line, not making eye contact with the slanted glances from around him. The cashier served him with a sneer, and he was pretty sure someone spit in his mocha when he wasn't looking. He dropped it in the nearest garbage can with a sigh once he had left the shop.

His feet carried him back towards the hospital. Megamind didn't seem to mind his company these days, and it was better than going back to his empty home. The little blue alien didn't need to know about the court hearing today; it would only upset him that he couldn't be there to defend himself.

He headed into the lobby, throwing a friendly smile at the receptionist. She just stared at him as he passed by the desk and entered the elevator with a woman and her little boy.

As they went up the woman pointedly avoided looking at him, but the little boy stared at him the entire time. Wayne had to admit it was making him a little uncomfortable, even more so when they made to exit on the same floor.

"Um...Ladies first," Wayne offered.

The woman sniffed and made to walk forward, but the boy stayed rooted in place, glaring at him.

"You're why daddy is here," he scowled, following his mother out the doors. They disappeared down the hallway.

Wayne stayed rooted in place until the doors shut. He clenched his fists so hard his arms shook, resisting the urge to slam a hand into the side of the elevator. It took him five minutes to compose himself and exit the elevator.

He walked down the hallway with his eyes downcast, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. Quietly, he entered Megamind's room. The alien was asleep, looking more at peace than he did in his waking moments.

Wayne closed the door behind him, sat down in the chair by the door, and buried his face in his hands.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," he whispered hoarsely, his shoulders shaking. "I'm so sorry for everything."