February 4th, 9:42am

Gotham City Courthouse - Defendant Lobby No. 4

Athena Cykes had been in this room, sitting on the old and faded couch, for hours. Today was it. The last day of the trial. Harvey Dent's life was still in her hands, but thanks to the kidnapping by Edward Nygma, so was Mr. Wright's. She was going into court, alone. The last time she'd tried something like that, she'd been overwhelmed by her anxiety and fears. But after reviewing the Court Record again and again, thinking through every angle she could, Athena was confident that wasn't going to happen again. No, she was stronger now than she had been at Juney's trial. This time, she was going to stand in court with no help, and she'd win.

February 4th, 10:00am

Gotham City Courthouse - Courtroom No. 4

For the third day in a row, Athena faced Franziska von Karma from the length of a courtroom. When Athena had first ran into the courtroom, struggling to not be too late for her defendant, the woman had been a remnant of Mr. Wright's past, an enigmatic opponent. Now she was someone Athena was able to trust, to some degree. And from the pained expression on her face as the trial began, Athena felt that they both shared in the pain of what was going on.

The Judge, on the other hand, appeared not to know what tragedy had befallen Mr. Wright. He looked his usual, Judge-y self as he surveyed the people in the court, from the attorneys to the defendant to the audience, who were muttering up a storm. "Order! Order in the court!" With a few bangs of his gavel, the Judge brought the noise level down enough that he could begin talking once more. "This court has convened today for the final day of trial to determine the guilt of the defendant, Harvey Dent, regarding the murder of Juan Morto. Is the defense and prosecution ready to begin?" Both Athena and Franziska nodded in a single motion. "Well then, the prosecution was tasked yesterday with investigating further in regards to the guilt of the defendant, after the corruption of the guard system at Arkham had been revealed. What have you found?"

"I trust everyone here remembers this bullet from yesterday, retrieved from the wall of the Arkham Asylum secret hallway?" Franziska began, bringing up a holographic display for the court showing the bullet in detail. "The Gotham City Forensics Department was finally able to match the ballistic markings on this bullet, and found it was fired from the pistol found in possession of the defendant at his arrest, the same pistol belonging to Juan Morto."

There was a lot of muttering from the audience to that information, and Athena could understand why. It was odd. This was the pistol that, as far as they knew, was used as the murder weapon. Why would it fire a bullet down that hallway? Did Juan fire the bullet, or did someone else? The Judge banged his gavel a bit more to quiet the courtroom, before directing another question to the prosecution, confusion on his face. "Is that all the prosecution was able to uncover?"

Franziska flinched, clearly having expected that comment, but was none to pleased to hear it anyway. "That...is not the case, Your Honor." After taking a deep breath, she plowed forward. "This morning, the prosecution was once again contacted by Edward Nygma, the criminal known as The Riddler. He wishes to testify in this trial, in return for the police calling off their search for him. He also...has kidnapped Phoenix Wright, and holds his life as a bargaining chip." The audience didn't seem too perturbed by that, but the Judge looked aghast. "Due to this, the prosecution and Gotham City Police have reluctantly agreed to his demands."

"Reluctantly?" came a voice, a mocking, cultured voice that Athena Cykes had heard just the day before. It came from all over the court, and it had the slightly tinny quality that came from an older stereo system, which as far as Athena could tell was built into the walls and ceiling. Then, the lights of the courtroom dimmed, and a hologram much like the one Athena had seen the day before appeared at the witness stand. Edward Nygma was a tall, rain-thin man wearing a bright green suit, with jackets and slacks, matching the bowler hat on his head. Said had barely hid his carrot-red hair, which trailed down onto his face with thick sideburns. In place of a real mask, he had tied a long length of green fabric around his eyes, with holes cut out to see through. And, of course, he was holding a question-mark shaped staff. "Oh, Franziska, you wound me so. I'd hate to think you didn't want me here."

The Judge blinked in surprise at this newcomer, only to glare down and bang his gavel. "Now see here!" he shouted, and Franziska didn't think she'd ever seen the Judge this angry before. "I have presided over several trials in which criminal witnesses were called, including one in which the assassin was still at large. But to illegally take over this courtroom's audio equipment and use some new-fangled light show without prior approval? If you hadn't taken Mr. Wright as a hostage, I would do all I could to throw you from this courtroom!"

If the vitriol the Judge was throwing at Edward bothered the man in the slightest, it didn't show. In fact, a second or two after the Judge's rant ended, Edward Nygma began to laugh. It was a rich laugh, something smooth and pleasant, that would have been quite charming if Athena couldn't hear the arrogance suffused in every syllable, which was clear even though her power wasn't working through the electronic buffer between his words and her ears. "I think you've all been a little misinformed, I do apologize. Mr. Wright isn't the only one with his life on the line." Then, to drive his point home, metal slabs slid out in front of every door from hidden recesses in the walls, barring anyone's escape, and two turrets slid out of the ceiling, pointing down at the gallery. Everyone was too stunned to scream, at least for a moment. "I do love a captive audience."

The Judge did his best to quiet the near riot that followed, but it was the voice of Franziska von Karma that cut through all others. "Hold it!" Like a whipcrack, she called the crowd to heel, and they obeyed. "Sit back down, all of you!" They complied, though many were still grumbling about it. "This was not part of the deal, Nygma."

The grin that overtook Edward's face at her comment was the most shameless, self-indulgent one Athena had ever seen. "'I've altered the deal. Pray I do not alter it further.' I've always wanted to say that, thank you for the opportunity Franziska. Now then," As he spoke, brightly colored lights of several hues began roving around the darkened courtroom, giving the room an almost disco-themed aesthetic. It was almost enough to make Athena forget the guns currently threatening her life. "I am ready to begin my testimony!"

"Hold it!" came Franziska's voice with a snap of her fingers. The turrets turned to focus on her, along with many of the bright beams of light, but neither outwardly affected her posture or expression. "Witness! You must first give the court your name and occupation!"

The words made Athena want to laugh, a piece of familiarity in a frightening scenario. The turrets moved away from focusing on the prosecutor as the focus of the room shifted back to the witness. "Of course! I seem to have missed a step in the process. My name is Edward Nygma, and my profession...well I like to see myself as an educator."

That done, the Judge nodded, though clearly reluctantly. "Very well then, witness. You may begin your testimony."

Athena was close to holding her breath. She, like everyone else, was nervous to hear what he would say, but he'd given her a clue the day before about what exactly what this would be, and she wasn't excited for it. "Regarding the missing security camera footage," Edward began, still grinning, "I didn't realize how badly you all needed that footage. Still, it would be a bit off brand of me to just give it to you, wouldn't it? No, after all, in this world, it's the Survival of the Smartest. Satisfy my intellectual curiosity and I'll give you what you want. But where to start? I know! Let's clear up some mysteries from this case! Riddle me this: how did I get the footage you're all so interested in?"

It was as Athena had feared. This was less of a normal testimony, and more a challenge to her. Still, unsure or not, she had to face this. Athena closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to steady herself. This was going to be difficult, but she would get through it. "This is quite the odd testimony," she heard the Judge say while her eyes were still shut. "But considering the circumstances...the defense may begin its cross-examination."

Feeling more confident, Athena listened as Edward repeated his testimony, if one could really call it that, and waited for him to make that remark about how just giving the footage back would be 'off brand'. "Hold it!" she interrupted, doing her best to look seriously at the criminal who appeared to be at the stand. "What do you mean by that statement? How would handing over the footage be out of character for you?"

Rather immediately reply verbally, the witness gestured to his ensemble, from head to toe, to make his point. "I know you're not a local, Athena, but please remember who you're speaking to. I'm the Riddler. If you come out of this trial alive, I'd recommend looking up the 'Zero Year' incident. Then, ask me why giving things out for free isn't in my forte."

It wasn't much of an explanation, but it seemed it was all the witness was going to say on the subject, as from there he continued regurgitating his testimony. Oddly enough, he was the only witness Athena had seen who actually managed to repeat it with no rephrasing or stuttering. The man liked being the center of attention, that was for sure. Once he ended the testimony with the riddle, Athena called out again, "Hold it! Now, let me get this straight: to get the footage, I need to find the solutions to all the 'riddles' you give me?" Edward smiled like a teacher happy to see a bright student, and nodded. "Okay then, for this first riddle...we need to take it piece by piece."

"That's generally the best way to solve a riddle, if you're not me," Edward replied smugly. "So then, think about it. To start with, what method would I have used to get the footage? I'm sure you can think of several methods, and I would like you to solve this on your own. If that's possible."

With that said, Athena thought it over. Well, he could have hacked into it somehow, the same way he set all this up, but that didn't track. From what Athena had been able to learn about the Arkham security system, it wasn't connected to any outside computers, no internet access in the entire building. That ruled out online hacking. It was also clear that the guards were corrupt, so he could have used one of them...but Anthony was the one on duty, wasn't he? Would he have worked with "the Riddler"? No, Athena had a better idea. "I think the most likely answer is that you bugged the system, giving you remote access. Using such a bug, you'd be able to observe the recordings and take however much of it you wanted."

To her annoyance, all Edward Nygma did in response was say, "Interesting idea, but you need to flesh it out a little more." Of course, he wasn't necessarily wrong. Athena thought about it, and knew she needed to tackle another aspect of the data theft...but what?

"Perhaps, Ms. Athena Cykes, you could tell the court when this alleged 'bug' was placed?" came the reassuring voice of Franziska von Karma, giving Athena a new place to start thinking.

Remembering what she'd been told about how the witness had escaped that night, she knew he couldn't have put it the bug in during the escape. After all, his route was apparently nowhere near there, and the Joker would have seen him. Afterwards didn't make sense either, since the footage was missing as soon as the police got there, so the bug had to have already been there. That left one option. "Clearly, Mr. Nygma had the bug placed there before the break-up, possibly months in advance!"

There were murmurs of agreement from the gallery, but Franziska didn't look satisfied. "If that is the case, where is this 'bug'? After all, the Gotham City Police Department and I have been investigating Arkham Asylum for three days now, Ms. Athena Cykes, and we have found no such device! Unless you've found it already, or know where it could be hiding, I don't know if the court can accept your explanation."

Athena was starting to sweat. After all, she'd never even been to the security room at the asylum, let alone found any devices from the Riddler. "Well, uh, maybe he put it somewhere...you wouldn't want to search?" It was a weak bluff, but out of the corner of her eye, Athena saw the Riddler flinch, suddenly gripping his staff tighter. Was she onto something? Looking through the Court Record, Athena thought she had it. Putting on the bravest face she had, she called up an image that von Karma had provided to the court on the first day of the trial. "I hope everyone remembers the Lockdown Button. I almost didn't, but it kind of sticks out, being bright red and surrounded by warning notices. It's the kind of thing, if I was in the security room, I'd be terrified to go near. After all, if you hit the button, the entire Asylum goes into lockdown!" With an outstretched arm, Athena pointed to the holographic witness. "Isn't that why you hid the bug there, Mr. Nygma?"

Once again the well-dressed criminal flinched. He may have liked attention, but this wasn't the type he enjoyed. His teeth now gritted, he choked out, "You're correct..." But then, in an instant, he was back to his smiling, warmer self. "Well, that's one riddle down. I'm ready for my next testimony now." No one was about to stop him, so he started once more. "Wonderful show, Ms. Cykes, absolutely splendid! It's good to see there are still young people with the ability to think. Now then, what should be the second task I have for you...Ah! I've got it! Honestly, this is a trifling matter. Riddle me this: what was the defendant doing at the scene of the crime, when he

could have been escaping?"

The moment Athena heard the riddle itself, she froze. Her eyes met Franziska's, who looked equally unnerved by the introduction of this question to the court. Athena hoped Franny would forgive her, but if that was the riddle that had to be solved, then she might have to dip a little into classified secrets. The Judge, not knowing any of that, still looked very confused by all this. "Once again, this is a testimony I don't really understand. That said, the defense may begin the cross-examination."

Instead of jumping straight to the riddle, Athena called out right after Edward made his comment regarding young people's ability to think. "Hold it! Why do you say that, Mr. Nygma? Don't tell me you're one of those people who looks down their nose at those younger than them?" Athena made sure to ask the question with as much good humor as she could, but she was still interested to here the man's answer.

Holding up his hands, Edward shrugged. "I wouldn't say so. No, it really has nothing to do with age, but look at the world around you! Put aside the 'heroes' and villains', look at the facts. People still starve out there, some of them in this very country. Depression, suicide, and cancer rates are up in various parts of the globe. And the climate? We don't need superhumans. We need intelligent people, who can think up ways to solve the threats that face us. That's all I've ever been interested in." That wasn't the answer Athena had expected from him, and she did have to admit he had a point. She wasn't sure that dressing up with question marks and asking riddles was the best way to address those issues, but she could at least kind of see where he was coming from.

That curiosity sated, Edward went back to his testimony, and at the second riddle Athena jumped in once more. "Hold it! So, you'd like me to explain why my client was going through all that effort to get to the victim's office, rather than just escape?" The witness nodded, looking quite pleased with how this was going. Now, the obvious answer would be to bring up the coin, but Athena knew that wasn't the truth, and considering this witness, he would likely know that as well. Instead, Athena brought up a visual on the letter. "Yesterday, while investigating the defendant's living quarters, I discovered this letter, hidden away. It's from an individual identified as the 'Red King', and I think by reading it, everyone should see its relevance."

Both the Judge and Franziska blanched as they read the letter. While the prosecutor just stared at Athena, the Judge took up the task of voicing his thoughts. "If I am reading this correctly, the defendant was coerced into entering the victim's office in order to steal contraband. But what is this 'wand' that's being referred to?"

Athena had already prepared the answer to that, and quickly called up the image of the empty plastic bag from the crime scene. "Among the other pieces of contraband found in the victim's office, there was an empty bag, heavily secured, with the name 'Citizen Abra' on it. What should be in here is a wand, one that criminal has used in the past to create stunts that blur the line between stage magic and real magic, though from what I understand the wand is just very advanced technology. Clearly, the defendant did not get the wand, however, as he could have used it to escape custody quite easily, as the letter says."

"And what," Franziska asked, her eyes boring holes into Athena's head. "Does this letter mean when it claims that the defendant would 'get what he asked for'? For what reason would this man go through with the scheme, when it's been made clear there are easily ways to escape Arkham Asylum?"

It was a good question, one Athena had wondered about. "He...was going to give me freedom," is what Harvey had told her the day before. "Freedom. From this." There were a lot of different ways to read that statement. In the end, Athena decided to be positive, and go with the most charitable reading. Pulling up the report Detective Bullock had given her the first day, she answered, "The defendant confided in me yesterday that he was promised freedom. Not freedom from Arkham, but freedom from this," Athena claimed, pointing to the evidence she'd brought up. "Mr. Dent's mental health issues have been an enormous strain on his life, and the lives of others. Arkham Asylum has done nothing to cure him, nothing that has worked at least, and this 'Red King' seems to believe he could fix what they couldn't. That is why he was there that night."

This time around, there was no anger from the witness, but applause instead. "Excellent! That's two riddles down!" Then, suddenly, something seemed to catch his attention wherever he was, as he looked off in a direction that was just empty space in the courtroom. "Hmm," he grumbled, clearly unhappy. "It seems he is here, already. I thought I'd have more time. Still, enough for one last testimony. Ahem," Still clearly annoyed, he started the third testimony. "I don't have a lot of time, so why don't we cut to the chase, shall we? Rrrrrrrriddle me this: Where is the bullet that killed Juan Morto?" He clearly enjoyed rolling that r for everyone.

"T-the bullet?" Athena found herself asking, unable to stop herself.

For the first time so far, there was a dangerous edge to the grin that Edward was wearing. "Yes, the bullet. I'm sure most of you have forgotten it. After all, Franziska here has done a wonderful job pulling attention away from the biggest hole in her case. The bullet wasn't found on the defendant at the time of arrest, inside the victim, or at the scene. So, tell me where it is, Athena."

"For the first time today," the Judge said, blinking down at them all. "This witness brings up a salient point! Defense, please begin your cross-examination, so we can discover the answer to this riddle!" Athena wondered if the Judge liked riddles. Maybe he was more a sudoku fan?

The witness quickly restated his testimony, as there was so little to it anyway, and Athena reluctantly jumped in. "Hold it!" All eyes were on Athena once more, but she had no clue what to say! "Um..." Athena began, still racking her brain for how to start this. "Well, we do have one bullet, right? The one in the wall?" It truly was a sentence worthy of her mentor.

Everyone just looked at her, until finally the Judge coughed. "Yes, that is the case. Ms. Cykes, are you claiming that the bullet found in the wall is in fact the one that killed the victim?"

That was certainly the kind of crazy claim she and her coworkers often made in court, but Athena couldn't think of a way for that to be sure. "No, Your Honor," she finally said. "That cannot be the case. The bullet was embedded in the wall from being shot, with no fingerprints to suggest foul play, or any blood or tissue on the bullet to imply it had traveled through a person. We can safely rule out that being the deadly bullet."

Well, there went one option. Luckily, the opposition jumped in to assist. "Are you claiming then, Ms. Athena Cykes, that the prosecution has been lax in its due diligence, and that the bullet is still somewhere at the scene of the crime?" She delivered the question like it was a dire accusation, but Athena could hear in her voice that there was no rancor involved, only a desire to help.

Now that the question had been posed to her, Athena let it roll around in her head a bit. She'd been to the office, and it was ridiculously tiny. After three days of looking in there? They should have found it already. "No, Ms. von Karma, that wasn't my attention at all. In fact, I would argue that it's become clear from how diligent you and the Gotham Police Department has been that the bullet cannot be located at the crime scene."

That brought a catlike smile to Franziska's pretty face. "Oh really? Then do tell, Ms. Athena Cykes, what exactly is the solution then? If we do not have the bullet, and it isn't at the scene of the crime, where could it be found?"

Athena loved it when the prosecution sent her easy questions like that. "I think it's pretty obvious, Ms. von Karma: the bullet was taken by someone, removed from the scene of the crime!" That caused a lot of muttering from the gallery, which the Judge then had to quiet with some gavel banging and shouts for order in the court.

"I think I should interject, just to make this little riddle fair," Edward Nygma began, his eyes sharp and focused on Athena. "If a 'real killer', as the defense would likely want to call them, exists, I should say that they don't appear on the footage I have, they could not have taken the bullet from the scene of the crime."

Oh. Well, that kind of shot down the exact line of thinking Athena was going for. Slamming her hands down on the table, she made an effort to keep the tempo going in her favor. "That might be the case, but there was someone else on the scene before any of the police got there, someone who could have taken the bullet!"

As was to be expected, the Judge took that quite seriously. "Ms. Cykes, I hope you have a reasonable explanation for this theory. Otherwise, you will be penalized."

Without her permission, Widget chirped out, bright red, "What ever happened to freedom of expression!?" Slamming her face in embarrassment, Athena quickly tried to recover, and put on the confident act again. "Of course, Your Honor. I'm sure neither you or the prosecution would dispute that Harvey Dent, the defendant, was the first on the scene!" That caught everyone's attention. Even Franziska looked surprised.

But when she recovered, the look on Franziska's face was downright predatory. It made Athena feel feelings that she was really glad Widget was not saying out loud. "Are you implicating your client in the willful hiding of evidence, Ms. Athena Cykes? If so, I would very much like to know how it was possible. He was thoroughly searched once he was arrested, and no bullet was found on his person!"

The challenge being once again put to her, Athena thought it through. Considering that he'd been captured directly outside the crime scene, there was no way for him to hide the bullet somewhere else. Admitting she'd been wrong to think he had it wouldn't work either, she knew this had to be the solution to the riddle. Suddenly, an idea hit her. It was a weird, gross, kind of awful idea, but it was an idea. Trying to look braver than she felt, Athena gave her best lioness's smile. "I think there is one place you didn't check: the defendant's stomach! Bullets are small, he easily could have eaten it!"

That answer shocked the Judge and Franziska, the latter even recoiling in disgust. "Not very sanitary, but right on the money!" Everyone looked back at Edward Nygma, who was looking at Athena like he was seeing her for the first time. "My, my, my. I heard your agency had a talent for the bizarre, but that was quite the treat!" The witness looked as though he started typing on a keyboard, though the actual device was not replicated via hologram. "There...we...go..." Suddenly, Franziska's phone buzzed in her pocket, though she did not pull it out. "I've just sent copies of the missing security footage to the prosecutor over there, the police department, and an online streaming platform too, because why not. Well, I've done as asked, and my winged opponent will be here soon, so I should really get-"

"Hold it!" Athena shouted, finger outstretched, making the witness freeze in place. "Mr. Nygma, I've read up on you before, especially in the last few days. You may not realize it, but you need just as much help as my defendant does. I'm a trained psychologist. I'm happy to help you, if you ever want it." She'd made up her mind to ask this halfway through the second riddle. She didn't like this man very much, but she knew he was ill, and she thought she could help him. To not offer treatment...would be unethical of her.

For a moment it looked like the witness was going to get angry, but then he let out a breath in a huff. "Well, I know you're no fool. Perhaps, if I ever think I'm in need of your...assistance...I'll let you know. Thank you for the offer, Ms Cykes." Then, just as he was reaching to turn something off, a new holographic figure appeared: Nightwing, in full costume, flying in for a kick to Nygma's head. The man fell to the floor in a head, and someone in a red, yellow and black costume barely showed up in the hologram, pinning him to the ground.

The man Athena knew to be Dick Grayson looked around the courtroom. "Oh, uh, hi everyone. Athena. Your Honor. Franny." That got a frown out of the prosecutor, which he seemed to like. "If you didn't know, I'm Nightwing, superhero. Sorry for the trouble this guy was causing you. I'll just..." The lights went back to normal, the turrets disappeared, and the lockdown doors retreated. "...there we go. Oh, and I'll get Mr. Wright there as fast as I can." Then, he hit what Edward had been trying to just before that dynamic entrance, and the hologram disappeared entirely.

The mood of the courtroom was significantly improved, now that they weren't all trapped in there with the threat of impending death. More than half the gallery left the trial, eager to get to somewhere they knew was more safe. Those that remained watched as the Judge looked at the prosecution. "Ms. von Karma, the court would very much like to see the newly recovered footage, if you wouldn't mind."

"I understand that, Your Honor," she said, curtseying at the request. "But before I do so, I would like a one-hour recess so the integrity of this video can be confirmed by the digital forensics team. I would hate for it to turn out that important evidence was merely the ruse of a criminal." Athena hadn't even thought of that, and was happy that someone else was more on the ball.

The Judge banged his gavel, loud and clear. "A good idea. The court will now adjourn for an hour recess." With that, Athena went to the lobby, unsure if she should feel more or less confident about what was to come next. They were all stepping into the dark unknown.

COURT RECORD

Evidence

Attorney's Badge (Other): My still fairly-new badge. It proves I'm a lawyer!

Morto's Autopsy Report (Report): The time of death was between 2am and 3am. The cause of death was loss of blood due to gunshot wound to the chest.

Dent Psych Report (Report): Patient Dent is unable to make certain decisions without first flipping a coin, the result determining his actions. Heads leads to "good" choices, while tails leads to "bad" choices. Which choices require flips of a coin and which do not has yet to be determined, though so far every attempt to take a life has required a coin flip. After a failed attempt to remove access to any type of coin from patient Dent failed (see Incident Report R347), the Asylum has opted to voluntarily provide the patient with as many coins as he requires.

Security Footage (Video): Video recorded from midnight to 2:30am of the inside of Juan Morto's office. It features an hour of an empty office, followed by an hour and a half of the office's owner working at his desk. At 2:10am, Mr. Morto turns to look at the wall under the camera for several minutes before nodding and returning to his work. At 2:30am it cuts off abruptly due to the blackout, and the footage from after the system recovered is gone, possibly stolen. The wall the camera is affixed to and the area directly under it is obscured from view.

Riddler's Letter (Document): A green envelope with a purple question mark on it, the calling sign of the criminal known as The Riddler, delivered to Franziska von Karma. It reads, "Riddle me this: what observes what it can see, and tells far more than that?" The answer is "A Witness".

Silver Dollar (Other): An old-fashioned silver dollar with the tails side heavily burned and scarred. It was in Harvey Dent's possession at the time of his arrest several months ago, and he seems to be insistent, if not obsessed, with getting it back. It was confiscated and kept in Juan Morto's office by Arkham personnel, but upon Mr. Dent's most recent arrest the coin was found in his pocket.

Pistol (Weapon): A .22 caliber pistol, issued to the victim as a security guard for Arkham Asylum. Currently believed to be the murder weapon. Covered in Juan Morto and Harvey Dent's fingerprints.

Walky Talky (Other): The primary form of communication between guards at Arkham Asylum. They have a public channel that everyone can hear and private channels for each guard. It was used during the blackout to coordinate the recapturing of the patients.

Lockdown Button (Photographs): A picture of a circular red button on a panel near the monitors. Used to lockdown the asylum. Was not working at the time of the crime due to a blackout. Contained a bug that Edward Nygma used to steal the security footage.

Breakout Email (Document): Sent to multiple Arkham staff members hours before the blackout, this email lists Edward Nygma, Jervis Tetch, and Harvey Dent as escapees and The Joker as a 'distraction'.

Delivery Email (Document): Mysterious email sent to Juan Morto thanking him for delivering a 'wand' and letting him know a payment of $100,000 is on the way. Sent by the "Blue King".

Morto's Drawers (Other): The drawers of Juan Morto's desk. The top drawer contained assorted patient contraband in labeled plastic bags, including an empty one with Harvey Dent's name on it. The middle drawer was more tightly secured and contained one empty plastic bag, which formerly contained a powerful piece of technology belonging to the supercriminal Citizen Abra. The bottom drawer contained scratch paper, including a list of computer passwords.

Hallway Fingerprints (Other): Several sets of fingerprints, found in the hidden passageway. The first identified set belongs to Diane Krueger, and they were on the handle used to open the hidden door to Juan Morto's office. A second set of prints, on the wall near the bookshelf, belong to Warren White. One last set was found, though they have yet to be matched to anyone. This other set was just outside the bullethole in the wall.

Bullet (Other): A bullet found lodged in the wall of the hidden passage. While ballistic forensics have yet to be used to find which gun the bullet matches, the type of bullet is the same as the kind assigned to guards at Arkham Asylum. Ballistic markings show it was fired by the pistol also in evidence.

Hidden Letter (Document): A letter written to my defendant, hidden in his cell. It tells him what to do in Morto's office, to take what he could and then escape using a wand somehow. Signed with a red chess king symbol.

Second Riddler Letter (Document): Given to me by Mr. Cobblepot. It reads, "Last in the court but vital to the proceeding, everything I say is taken down for reading. What am I?" The answer is "A Witness".

Missing Security Footage (Video): Stolen and then given back by Edward Nygma. Has yet to be viewed by the court, waiting for confirmation that it is legitimate.

Profiles

Phoenix Wright (Age: 34)-The lawyer who owns the Wright Anything Agency. My boss has opted to ride shotgun on this case, giving me full responsibility. Kidnapped by Edward Nygma.

Harvey Dent (Age: 32)-Former District Attorney of Gotham City, now the infamous criminal known as "Two-Face". Also Athena's defendant. Unfortunately.

Bruce Wayne (Age: 33)-Billionaire philanthropist and the one who hired Athena to defend her defendant. Also secretly The Batman.

Alfred Pennyworth (Age: 56)-The Wayne family butler. Very British.

Harvey Bullock (Age: 51)-A gruff and rude GCPD Detective. Not in charge of this case.

James Gordon (Age: 54)-Famous and infamous, the Gotham City Police Commissioner seems undecided on the defendant's guilt.

Anthony Matthews (Age: 37)-A bearded guard from Arkham Asylum. An old friend of Harvey Dent's, he wants to help despite being a witness for the prosecution. He's covered in scars from working at Arkham, and can't stand being around the patients anymore.

The Judge (Age: ?)-The only Judge I know. Was flown in to preside over this case.

Franziska von Karma (Age: 28)-A (beautiful) prosecutor from Mr. Wright's past. She's currently working on this case at the behest of her employer, a secret organization called Checkmate.

Renee Montoya (Age: 38)-The detective in charge of this case. Has a bad history with the defendant, and seems to have some interest in the prosecutor.

"The Joker" (Age: ?)-Real name unknown. A supercriminal with a rap sheet longer than the phone book and a penchant for humor and clownish antics. He attempted to escape during the blackout, but was recaptured by the guards. Tried to kill Athena, but failed.

Edward Nygma (Age: 29)-Known by many as "The Riddler", this patient recently escaped the Asylum. He wants something from me, and was holding Mr. Wright hostage. Was just captured by Nightwing.

Jervis Tetch (Age: 42)-Known by many as "The Mad Hatter", this patient recently escaped the Asylum.

Warren White (Age: 32)-Also known "The Great White Shark", this disfigured patient is able to walk around Arkham Asylum without restriction. He's the one who set up the breakout, and secretly controls what goes on in Arkham Asylum.

Humphry Dumpler (Age: 37)-Also known as "Humpty Dumpty", this enormous patient is Warren White's personal muscle. Seems a little nicer than his master.

Diane Krueger (Age: 68)-Chief of Security for Arkham Asylum. Married since high school, she's been working at Arkham for most of her adult life, and takes her job very seriously. Being manipulated against her will by Warren White.

Dick Grayson (Age: 22)-Adopted son of Bruce Wayne and the most eligible bachelor in the United States. Also secretly the superhero Nightwing, who is currently working for Checkmate as a Knight for the Black Queen.

Oswald Cobblepot (Age: 35)-Son of an old money family, for years he terrorized Gotham while going under the name The Penguin. He's since given up that life, and seems to be living a life without crime. Good friends with Edward Nygma.