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It took Ed four days, and most of that seemed to be waiting for approval from one office to go to the next office and get approved further along the line. Then they had to give appropriate notice and argue among themselves until it was agreed that it had to proceed, even with the objections from the DA and the GCPD.

The allowed clothing was restricted, but for the court appearance, Oswald was given some of his own clothes back, even if just his shirt, pants and jacket.

The session was mostly reading a list of the charges Oswald had been convicted of and the lawyer using Ed's neatly produced list to cite off why each of those was unsound and would require, at minimum, re-trial with due consideration to the burden of proof and threshold of prosecution.

It was a long, long session. But it ended with the conclusion that the state could not hold Oswald at this interval and thus

"-Mr Cobblepot, it is the finding of this court that your conviction was unsound and thus, you are free to leave this court. This is not a finding of not guilty, nor an absolution of charges, but a legal determination that the burden of proof has not been met."

There were reporters outside, of course. There were also several men in suits by a limo that was ready and waiting to whisk Oswald and his lawyer off.

From there, it was a drive. Out and to the Van Dahl manor, past the gates to keep out intruders and press and there, waiting on the stoop, was Ed, hands laced and a smile on his face as the car pulled up.

Date: 2019-12-13 07:22 am (UTC)
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Fair. [He cedes without a shred of guilt, his expression unchanging.] But timing, my friend, is everything.

[There's little left to say that hasn't already been said on showing some restraint. And between the fading shock of kissing and being kissed and zagging violently between emotional extremes, he's worn down and wrung-out, not much talk left in him. It'd be nice if his brain proved as ready to quit on him as his legs are; he's not so confident he'll make it through the night without a single bad dream breaking up his sleep, but a man could hope.]

Good luck with that. [He tosses the answer casually, but means it - and he lingers a while, wetting his lips as he shifts around a little and looks everywhere but at Ed. Whatever Oswald seems to be waiting for isn't there, though, and he nods eventually, wheeling around and limping to the door.] Good night to you both.
Edited Date: 2019-12-13 07:23 am (UTC)

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