Amy Schiest is the most suitable candidate Bruce can find at the moment.

Judge Amy Hister, who was born into a civilian family and graduated from Columbia University Law School, is 42 years old this year. She became infertile due to a car accident. She and her husband adopted two daughters and have been donating money to help disabled children continue their studies for many years.

After reading the brief information about the case, she agreed to the invitation without hesitation.

Of course there are judges in Gotham, but that is Gotham after all.

Amy Hirst guessed that her trial process would not be smooth, but she did not expect that it would not be smooth from the moment she got off the plane.

On the evening of May 29, she arrived at the Wayne Hotel.

May 30th.

One o'clock in the morning.

A thug disguised as a food delivery worker broke into her room.

Then Batman rushed out of the bathroom of her hotel suite, and the vent above her head opened, and a little girl wearing a black cape jumped out. But before they could do anything, a bullet shot in from an oblique direction, ricocheted off the metal ornaments hanging on the wall, and hit the thug's shoulder and elbow, causing him to fall down with a groan.

Then, the GCPD officers who were lying in ambush outside dragged the man out of the room.

The female judge looked at the two people in the room in silence. The little girl didn't say hello to her. She pushed open the window and rushed out. The black cape draped over her made her look like a bird with broken wings fluttering in the darkness. When the female judge turned her head, Batman disappeared.

Instead, GCPD Chief Gordon came in and greeted Judge Hester, explaining, "Batman is always like this. Please change the room. It's not safe here. The cost will be borne by the hotel."

1:10 in the morning.

Riding a horse on a rooftop, Vicki White finally catches the guy with the gun, and she hesitates between kicking him off the motorcycle or using a hose to stick him down.

Fortunately, the man stopped the car on his own initiative.

"Why are you chasing me?" asked Red Hood.

"Are you willing to attend the hearing as a witness?"

Red Hood: "...I remember the police re-establishing surveillance in the mines."

"I also remember that this matter was not made public." Barbara helped to restore surveillance. Weiwei shrugged, "So it was you who hacked into the internal network? Never mind, the hacking is not important. I just think it would be better to have more witnesses. Tal can't testify, and he wants to participate in the investigation."

Moreover, Tal White's identity cannot be verified, and the process of his becoming a policeman is not so legal. If his past and present lives with the Owl Court are involved in the process of testifying, and one big case is followed by another, it will be a lot of fun.

"And when I step down from the witness stand, will the prison van from Blackgate Prison be waiting for me outside?" The man in the red hood looked at her and warned, "I'll consider it, but don't chase after me."

Not long after he left, Batman descended from the sky and stood beside Vivi.

However, Weiwei felt that he wanted to squat on the head of the gargoyle in front, and for some reason he deviated from the landing point at the last moment.

"Not stop him?" Batman said.

"He helped in the mines," Weiwei said, "and he also helped during the recent investigation of the nightclub. He's a criminal who's more aggressive in finding drugs than the police... But, haven't they found out who's behind the hood yet?"

After all, it is easier to arrest someone if he has an identity. What if the police find out that the person is a scapegoat wearing a hood?

Batman said in a hoarse voice: "Chou once used this nickname. I suspect he has some kind of connection with Chou."

Weiwei understood what Batman meant. Xiao Chou was being locked up in the "Silent Night". She looked back righteously, "You don't want me to study that lunatic, do you?"

Without the little bat to play with, Clowney is almost bored to death, but fortunately, the gargoyles are watching him and are not affected by his madness.

The fear generated by such a small number of people is not infinite. They will gradually become numb to death and pain. In order to save energy, Weiwei also reduced the number of gargoyle activities, and the police force is enough.

"I suggest you stay away from him." After saying this, Batman disappeared into the night. Judging from his direction, he might be chasing Red Hood.

Vivi knew the Red Hood's location, after all, the guy was still on the map, but she didn't tell Batman.

——Just consider it as repaying the favor he did for me in the mine.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Judge Amy Hirst slept for only two hours and then woke up again, leaning against the head of the bed and looking through the documents she had read many times.

At the Vancouver West Hotel, the legal team hired by the defendant stayed up all night, repeatedly pondering how they could win. This was an extremely tough battle, and this battle would determine whether they could suppress the case in Gotham.

If the case is changed from one of the subordinate towns in Gotham City being involved in drug trafficking and human trafficking to one where the Gotham City gang leader and his subordinates were responsible for a major transnational drug trafficking case, there would be legal grounds to extradite the person or transfer him to another state.

The masterminds will certainly be shot.

Their deaths are not a pity, but the real bosses behind the scenes, including those who do large transactions with Black Mask, must not be exposed.

The lawyer regretted taking this case, but he had no right to regret. After accepting the case, a group of desperate criminals found his team. If he failed, the cold muzzle of the gun would be against his head, and then "bang——"

——So he must win.

"Fortunately, I have enough time to prepare," he said coldly, staring at the hazy night outside the window, "...and Gotha is a rotten city. No one will believe in it."

Today's battle may become a battle that makes him famous. Batman has no control over the court. Gotham's city legend is just a criminal who has not been caught yet... and after the victory, the lawyer believes that he will get more.

Five o'clock in the morning.

Jane woke up from her sleep with a start.

The poor woman who was rescued from the mine has rarely had a good sleep recently, partly because of the pain and partly because of anxiety.

Am I really saved? Is this just an illusion?

At this time, she would walk to the window of the lounge and gaze at the gargoyle statue outside almost greedily. She drew courage and a sense of security from it. Sometimes, she would find that the gargoyle statue flapped its wings and flew away, and she would stare at the empty space in a daze.

But Jane also encountered an almost rare situation where a gargoyle fell from the sky with a girl sitting on its back. She remembered the girl's green eyes, and the girl would cast a glance of confusion mixed with curiosity from a distance.

Jane would never say hello and would hide herself until the other person left. She also knew that the girl would walk into their ward holding the hand of another woman, who was beautiful, cold and dignified. She eavesdropped on the nurses' discussions and learned that it was the mayor of Gotham, who had just taken office not long ago.

Jane is not as anxious as other patients. She believes that the new mayor will bring justice. If the trial fails, then she, she will... hug the gargoyle's neck, buy explosives, and die with those scums. Anyway, she has no future.

She has not contacted her family in Philadelphia, but she also does not know what her future will be. Will she waste the city's tax money by dragging her frail body around?

She has no future.

After four years, she had seen the sun again, and the child...she didn't even give the child a name.

The child had been her hope for survival, because she only had him and she had nothing else. But after leaving there, she found herself out of place... She, they, had no future at all.

She lay on the hospital bed, keeping her eyes open until dawn, waiting for the trial to begin.

—She will appear as a witness.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Jim drove to a warehouse near the Gotham Court.

Of course he was not Jim Gordon, the police chief. Jim was really a shitty name. He was just a poor taxi driver whose wife had died in a bombing by the Gotham gang, so he was now a widower raising a two-year-old son alone.

There were already people waiting in the warehouse, and Jim jumped out of the car and helped his friends move all the items out of the back seat.

One of my friends, Charlie, is a bar owner. After being corrupted by alcohol, he finally came to his senses one day and decided to start exercising, participating in church prayers, and actively volunteering.

Charlie's wife also died in an accident. She went to the hospital just because of a cold. The cold did not take her life, but the ugly bomb was never merciful.

These people who have lost family members to the actions of criminals naturally come together and become friends because of their common experiences.

They also participated in the march, denounced the government's inaction in Charlie's bar, and cried to the priest in the church, but what was the use? Gotham would not get better so soon. She had been in such a bad state for too long and was stuck in the quagmire.

Until Anna Elek came to Gotham.

Those in power want to gain the support of the people, but at the same time they think that the people are as stupid as pigs and can be deceived by making up any excuses. They believe that the people will never understand politics in their lifetime, even if citizens have the right to vote.

But there are indeed a group of people who do find out and know the name of their city's mayor, even if she took office after the previous mayor was murdered.

Occasionally, Charlie thought of the murdered mayor, the middle-aged man whose face had become blurred, and when he was drunk, he would secretly think that his death was a good thing.

——If he hadn’t died, Ms. Anna wouldn’t have come.

Ms. Anna has done a lot, but the citizens don't care whether she has made a deal with the devil. They only see the changes around them: the gangsters are in jail and failed to escape. The East District has become better, and people living in the East District don't have to worry about someone breaking in through the window in the middle of the night with a gun - because guns are now banned in the East District. The sanitation of the streets is much better, and the basement has been thoroughly renovated. Every day when Charlie opens the window, he can smell the scent of roses.

Maybe it's rare to see bats flying by at night, but Gotham has new urban legends, such as swarms of gargoyles.

When Charlie and Jim were drinking together, they scoffed at the newspaper reports: "They only see how bad Cotton is... Because she is so bad, so it is right to report it like this, but don't these idiots know how to do the opposite? If they report that Cotton is getting better, won't they get more attention?"

"Why would those 'government mouthpieces' report such things?" Jim patted his shoulder. "They just think they are saying what the government 'dare not say'."

They have to do something. They will never allow this trial to fail. Because of the various rumors that have intensified recently, the trial has attracted the attention of many parties and will even be broadcast live on the Internet like the Penguin Man case.

Charlie, Jim and their small group contacted their respective acquaintances, and then discovered that their social circle included Emily, a nurse who worked at the Gotham City Center Hospital. Emily was clearly a nurse, but she had the opportunity to contact the mayor. She helped them contact her "colleagues" and more people.

They don't want to march, but they have to do something, something only they can do.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

The trial was still held in the Gotan Court at 10 a.m. on the 30th, but not many people were able to sit in the audience.

Jeff, a reporter from the New York News, waited at the door for a long time and was sure that the mayor herself would not come early, so he chose to enter with regret. The trial did not prohibit taking photos, but reporters were not allowed to ask questions, rush to answer questions, and influence the trial.

With the rise of the Internet, it has been squeezing out the living space of traditional print media. Although newspapers will not disappear, and neither will the profession of journalist, the timeliness of newspapers is indeed much worse than that of the Internet.

In a city like Gotham, which is developing and changing slowly, the town's buildings still retain the Gothic style of the last century, and citizens are accustomed to buying newspapers and reading them at home. However, in New York, a big city that is changing with each passing day, the survival space for newspapers is even smaller, especially for local newspapers like theirs that are not very international.

That's why Jeff's boss decided to send him across town to cover this news. The reason is that the mayor of Gotham, Anna Aleck, is from New York. That could be related, right?

It would be nice if we could get some exclusive news after the trial is over.

Jeff didn't care about the outcome of the trial; he was just anxiously waiting for his own news.

The hour hand finally slowly pointed to ten o'clock.

The trial is about to begin.