Who: Edward Nigma When: Backdated, December 1st, 2014 What: Television broadcast
"....And now my client, Mr. Edward Nigma would like to personally address the hardship's he's had to endure during these past two weeks."
Slowly, Edward Nigma limps to the microphone stand. There are bruises on his face, and neck, and he's clutching a cane for support as he walks. His face looks tired, angry, and worried.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the press." He grips the podium for support and swallows. "I do not need to tell you who I am, or who I used to be. My name and face are easily recognizable, and the terrible things that I did to this city and others are well known. I have taken full responsibility for them, and have even tried to rejoin your society as an asset, rather than a blight."
"Earlier in the week, I was viciously accosted in my home." His grip on the podium tightens. "My home was breached, I was bodily harmed, and I believe I very nearly came to losing my life. I am no stranger to pain, ladies and gentlemen. I have endured a lifetime's worth because of my previously nefarious choices. However, this time, I did nothing to provoke this attack."
"I am a private consulting detective now. I help those that would call upon my intellect to create solutions for their problems. I have found that I am very good at it. I have a very pleased clientele list, and fully feel like this has been a success." He sighs softly, and then looks at the reporters and cameras again. "I felt, like I was a part of Gotham, finally. Instead of being a force that sought to destroy it."
His jaw tightens. "And then ....this happened. And I was left on the floor of my home, bleeding and bruised, with a cracked rib and worse. But I'm not angry about that. That violent act is a part of the problem with Gotham City, the longstanding problem."
"No. My complaint is against the police of this city, who turned up their noses at my pain and suffering. One even hinted that I got what was coming to me. The GCPD refuses to help keep a money earning citizen of its city safe, and I am suffering for it, Gotham. And ..." a slight glare in his eyes, "the Vigilante and his Helpers have remained silent and unhelpful."
"I reformed, Gotham. For years, I was a scourge upon this city, and the Batman and the police endeavored to stop me, send me off to Arkham Asylum, and reform me. And now, I have reformed!" He straightens, wincing slightly. "I have done what they wished, and now that I am suffering, they turn their backs on me."
"I demand protection. I demand that they seriously look into locking up the criminal that attacked me. I demand to be treated with the respect that comes from being a lawful citizen." A fist slammed on the podium. "I demand answers!"