Finally, the day of the hearing came. Lyle was not worried. After all, there was only one way for things to turn out. He felt unconcerned as he sat, listening to the inmates, pretending to be puzzled and concerned as to how they felt about his methods. There would be no complaints, or anything, he knew. Anyone who dared, knew what happened to those who questioned his methods.

Harley was surprised by being asked if she wanted to say anything about the chief. She turned to look at him, the memories of the hours, days, perhaps even entire weeks, she had spent in solitary coming to mind. She remembered watching the other inmates being tortured, tormented and humiliated by the chief. And she remembered what he had told her when she had first wanted to tell the doctors about him. They would not believe her. They would believe him. And she would end up in solitary, or perhaps worse, as she had seen had happened to Jonathan.

Lyle waited patiently for Harley to speak. She said she had nothing to say, which pleased him.

Then he saw the ventriloquist. Lyle hated this. Imagine, blaming it on a puppet. He had used this to his advantage by threatening to drop it in a can full of termites. He felt much satisfaction at the memory.

Finally, Jonathan, who had simply sat there. He didn't seem to have much to say. He was just too terrified to speak, and he kept remembering the horrible experience and humiliation he had been forced to endure after he was returned after his escape.

This time, Lyle decided would be a good time, and he said, sounding genuinely puzzled, that Jonathan must have misgivings about his methods.

However, no one had said a word, and it was proposed that his contract was extended. Lyle was please at having had his contract extended. The inmates, on the other hand, were horrified. Perhaps the only small ray of hope they had was that the chief could only be here for so long.

At last minute, it seemed they had decided to speak up. Lyle was furious. How And what infuriated him most was the fact that the doctors did seem concerned and shocked that Lyle would have treated them like this. How dare they?! But now he saw. He had made a mistake he could see now. He had been wrong all along. He had tried to protect Gotham from them, yet he had been going about it all wrong. It was not the inmates themselves who were responsible. They were merely symptoms. The cause were them!