can. Then it is indeed worth a try.
The Jay helped to untie the rope from his leg, and the trio of heroes and villain went immediately to the court of Edimus Pharse, known through London as the finest judge in the land. The judge sat upon his stand, adjusting his glasses and examining the birth certificate in his hand.
“I must say it baffles me why the two of you would help this man,” The judge spoke, “the last time the three you appeared in my court, this man was in shackles, and you were vouching for his sentencing as an incurable criminal.”
“But we can’t ignore new evidence, your honor.” The Jay replied.
“As much as we’d like to,” The Derby said under his breath.
“Silas Monstrosity is indeed the lost son of the Court of Nodont,” The Jay continued. “All his crimes to this point have been an angry backlash against an aristocracy he believes does not care for him. We plead the court to give him another chance.”
The Judge hung back in his bench, his mind hard at work over this conundrum. “Well, as true as this may be, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to do much for him unless a representative of the Court of Nodont would be willing to take him back.”
Suddenly, the doors to the courtroom burst open. In walked what appeared to be a mountainous woman, both in wide girth and possessing an enormous pair of biceps. She had black hair, plump lips and a brown mole on her right cheek. She was crammed into a plum colored evening gown that seemed to strain at the cuffs of her arms and neck, the corset tied around her waist straining to contain it all.
To anyone else, this may have been a peculiar sight, but the judge, The Scarlet Derby, and Midnight Jay all knew that this was Wilhelmina, the current Duchess of Nodont. Now that The Derby had seen her and Silas in the same room, he could admit there certainly was a family resemblance.
“Oh thank you!” she bellowed and rushed to the center of the court, grabbing Silas in a bear hug. “Thank you for finding my long lost baby brother! I have been so worried sick about him!” She showered him with kisses.
The Jay mused at the sight. Her entire life she’d never seen a villain like Silas seem so desperately to want to run away.
The Derby turned to the court and said out of the corner of his mouth “I suppose this makes for a closed case.”
The Judge gave a nod and banged his gavel. “Silas Monstrosity, er, rather, Silas Haversham, you are hereby exonerated of all your previous crimes and released into the custody of the Royal Court of Nodont.”
“And may God have mercy on all our souls,” The Derby added.
“Mind your manners, dear,” The Jay replied.
The Derby and Jay exited the court, followed moments later by Silas and the Duchess. Once out of earshot from the superheroes, Silas leaned to his sister and murmured. “I hope you’re willing to keep your end of the bargain.”
“I am,” the duchess replied “As long as you’re willing to keep up yours.”
O O O
Their good deed done, The Scarlet Derby and Midnight Jay returned to their civilian identities. Sitting back in their parlor, Mary Jane worked on a little dusting while Thaddeus sat in the living room. After nearly an hour of fixing up the house Mary Jane saw her husband, unmoved from his space on the couch and walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, “You still seemed troubled, dear.”
“What makes you say that this time?” Thaddeus replied.
“Your feet are on the ottoman,” Mary Jane informed.
“Is there something odd about that?”
“Nothing besides I moved the ottoman against the wall to clean.”
Thaddeus looked down at his legs to see that he was sticking them straight out and suspending them in midair. He promptly stood. “You have me. It’s this whole business with Silas. Something doesn’t seem right about it.”
“I don’t see why,” Mary Jane shrugged, “we reconnected him to his family, and hopefully that is enough to solve
The Jay helped to untie the rope from his leg, and the trio of heroes and villain went immediately to the court of Edimus Pharse, known through London as the finest judge in the land. The judge sat upon his stand, adjusting his glasses and examining the birth certificate in his hand.
“I must say it baffles me why the two of you would help this man,” The judge spoke, “the last time the three you appeared in my court, this man was in shackles, and you were vouching for his sentencing as an incurable criminal.”
“But we can’t ignore new evidence, your honor.” The Jay replied.
“As much as we’d like to,” The Derby said under his breath.
“Silas Monstrosity is indeed the lost son of the Court of Nodont,” The Jay continued. “All his crimes to this point have been an angry backlash against an aristocracy he believes does not care for him. We plead the court to give him another chance.”
The Judge hung back in his bench, his mind hard at work over this conundrum. “Well, as true as this may be, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to do much for him unless a representative of the Court of Nodont would be willing to take him back.”
Suddenly, the doors to the courtroom burst open. In walked what appeared to be a mountainous woman, both in wide girth and possessing an enormous pair of biceps. She had black hair, plump lips and a brown mole on her right cheek. She was crammed into a plum colored evening gown that seemed to strain at the cuffs of her arms and neck, the corset tied around her waist straining to contain it all.
To anyone else, this may have been a peculiar sight, but the judge, The Scarlet Derby, and Midnight Jay all knew that this was Wilhelmina, the current Duchess of Nodont. Now that The Derby had seen her and Silas in the same room, he could admit there certainly was a family resemblance.
“Oh thank you!” she bellowed and rushed to the center of the court, grabbing Silas in a bear hug. “Thank you for finding my long lost baby brother! I have been so worried sick about him!” She showered him with kisses.
The Jay mused at the sight. Her entire life she’d never seen a villain like Silas seem so desperately to want to run away.
The Derby turned to the court and said out of the corner of his mouth “I suppose this makes for a closed case.”
The Judge gave a nod and banged his gavel. “Silas Monstrosity, er, rather, Silas Haversham, you are hereby exonerated of all your previous crimes and released into the custody of the Royal Court of Nodont.”
“And may God have mercy on all our souls,” The Derby added.
“Mind your manners, dear,” The Jay replied.
The Derby and Jay exited the court, followed moments later by Silas and the Duchess. Once out of earshot from the superheroes, Silas leaned to his sister and murmured. “I hope you’re willing to keep your end of the bargain.”
“I am,” the duchess replied “As long as you’re willing to keep up yours.”
O O O
Their good deed done, The Scarlet Derby and Midnight Jay returned to their civilian identities. Sitting back in their parlor, Mary Jane worked on a little dusting while Thaddeus sat in the living room. After nearly an hour of fixing up the house Mary Jane saw her husband, unmoved from his space on the couch and walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, “You still seemed troubled, dear.”
“What makes you say that this time?” Thaddeus replied.
“Your feet are on the ottoman,” Mary Jane informed.
“Is there something odd about that?”
“Nothing besides I moved the ottoman against the wall to clean.”
Thaddeus looked down at his legs to see that he was sticking them straight out and suspending them in midair. He promptly stood. “You have me. It’s this whole business with Silas. Something doesn’t seem right about it.”
“I don’t see why,” Mary Jane shrugged, “we reconnected him to his family, and hopefully that is enough to solve
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