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Law and Disorder
THE TWO guards stood a few feet behind Batman their hands held menacingly on their truncheons.
To his side Fatima sat demurely her eyes fixed sympathetically on the subdued crimefighter.
The handcuffs had been temporarily removed from his wrists his whole demeanour showed that at present there was little chance of him trying to escape from his sadistic captors.
The past few days had passed in a blur. He vaguely remembered Anneka visiting him in his cell, her yelling and shouting at him and then a succession of beatings from various black-clad female guards – each one followed by Fatima’s healing ministrations from her soft, gentle hands and soothing injections.
Now he was sat in one of the grey visitor rooms facing a woman who’d been introduced as his solicitor Nicole.
She looked like no lawyer he’d ever seen before – young, with a short blonde bob and dressed in tight black leggings and a matching cropped stretched over her firm breasts and revealing a toned midriff and square, muscular shoulders.
Her voice carried more than a hint of amused superiority as she spoke – regularly exchanging smiles and winks with the guards standing behind her client.
“I do hope you understand the gravity of your situation Batman,” she said. “The prosecution is demanding a minimum term of 20 years penal servitude coupled with a programme of forced rehabilitation. And I warn you – that can be very, very nasty.”
There was no disguising the relish in her voice as she outlined the possible punishments awaiting the crimefighter – as though she were actually looking forward to it herself.
“The Mayor’s office is also petitioning for a State-administered chemical castration to ensure you can pose no further threat to young girls as well as the total sequestration of your assets.
“Sections of the media have gone so far as calling for the reintroduction of the death penalty for your particular case – a point of view that has garnered no little public backing.”
Batman sat fumbling for words as Nicole finished speaking. She watched him with a resigned detachment as his mouth silently opened and closed issuing no more than a faint mumble.
“Ah look,” said one of the guards mockingly. “It’s trying to think. How sweet.”
Nicole smirked.
“I…I…I,” stuttered the Caped Crusader eventually. “I’m innocent.”
Nicole let out a sigh and leant back in her chair.
“I’m afraid, Batman, that is an opinion shared by absolutely no-one else.”
A flash of something approaching anger flashed across his face and he looked up at Nicole. She was staring at him with her head cocked to one side and a faint, taunting smile creasing her lips.
“I w…want another solicitor,” he grunted.
“Impossible,” she replied firmly. “I’ve been appointed by the Mayor’s office to handle your case. You have no choice in the matter.
“Not that, if I may say so, you seem capable of making any rational choices at the moment.”
Despite his befuddled state Batman felt a surge of anger from deep inside him. His hands pressed on the desk and he began to push himself from the chair only to slump back down with a cry of pain as one of the guards stepped forward and gleefully smacked a truncheon down onto his shoulder.
“Oh dear – you are a difficult client aren’t you Batman?” said Nicole as he sagged in the seat his head bowed. “It’s just that sort of stupid aggression that’s got you here in the first place.”
She leant forward close to him and said: “I think our best course of action is to enter a plea of insanity.
“I don’t think it should be too difficult to convince a court of your mental instability. Five minutes of you in the witness box should do the trick.”
The sound of the guards sniggering rang out as Nicole pushed her seat back and stood up.
“Take him back to his cell,” she said. “And I’d ensure he’s securely restrained again.”
A cry of pain echoed behind her as she left the room followed closely behind by Fatima.
The truncheon had slammed onto the top of Batman’s head again sending his forehead crashing into the table.
One of the guards grabbed his arms and forced them backwards before cuffing his wrists.
“Get up!” she barked. He began to rise but was stopped by the truncheon coming down one more time and connecting with the back of his neck.
“Quicker, wretch!” ordered the woman.
He got to his feet and felt a hand push him forward. He almost stumbled over the table as he was shoved towards the door.
One of the guards came alongside him as the trio emerged into the corridor.
She turned and winked at him and then suddenly pulled her arm back and walloped her truncheon across the back of his knees.
He crumpled to the ground with a gasp - pain shooting through his legs.
“You can crawl the rest of the way,” she spat at him. “You look better on your hands and knees.”
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