In retrospect, Maeve probably should've started to get worried the instant her lawyer began vehemently insisting that this case was already won. In her defense, she didn’t think that she had to. Vought spares no expense making sure that the reputation of their heroes is, and stays, squeaky clean, so why the hell would they hire an incompetent fuck as her lawyer?

They hired an incompetent fuck as her lawyer. Incompetent, unprofessional, idiotic. Maeve went into court (rightfully) accused of property damage, and she’s pretty sure she came out with more charges hanging over her head than she started with. By the end of it all, she was too busy glaring at her attorney to listen to a word that the judge was saying.

As they step outside the courtroom, Maeve grabs the lawyer’s arm before the idiot can turn and stare at her with that stupid smug grin of theirs, and tugs them to the side. “‘But your honor, she’s a woman?’” Maeve repeats, her voice a low hiss. “That was your entire argument? You really didn't prepare anything else?” She’s trying to keep it down, but wow, she did wish she could smack that smile off of their face.

“How did you even get hired for this?” Maeve asks, but what she really wanted to do was yell how the hell did you pass the bar? The only thing stopping her was the passersby giving the two of them indiscreet glances, and the threat to her image that throttling someone in a courthouse would pose.

God, Maeve really hates her life.