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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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Episode 1 - Unreal Monsters

Twenty minutes and forty-two seconds. Well, now forty-three. Edward Nigma’s gaze moved up from his wristwatch to scan the gallery in front of him. A few of the attendees were eyeing him, but they quickly averted their attention elsewhere in an attempt to cover their curiosity. There was, though, one person who met his eye, a few seats ahead of him. She gave him a sweet grin and a tip of her hat before she turned back to speak to her son beside her. Edward crossed his legs and slouched down on the uncomfortable pew. Besides the attendees in the gallery, a few of the court officers continued to check on him – they’d been doing so every couple of minutes. Edward had recognized two of them from his previous attendances in this building; he was sure having him loose in the halls was rather unnerving for them.

Only one person in the gallery hadn’t turned around to look at him, not once, since he’d taken his seat in the back. Jim Gordon sat comfortably in one of the front pews, but Edward could tell he was anything but comfortable – he was nervous. The man was good at covering it when he wanted to, but not good enough to fool the likes of him. This had been a source of amusement for Edward during the wait, and he stared at the back of Jim’s greying hair for a moment before his eyes rested back on his watch. Twenty-three minutes and nineteen seconds.

The door to the judge’s chambers opened and one of the bailiffs instructed them to stand. Edward did so, watching as the judge resumed his position at his bench overlooking the courtroom.

“You may be seated.” Judge Schroeder said, then his attention landed on Edward, who remained standing in the back of the court gallery. “Mr. Nigma, please, if you would,” he motioned a gentle hand toward the witness box.

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The release date for ENI Season Two is  October 3rd!

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Season 1 Mini-Episode - The Most Dangerous Enemy

The bats above him screeched as he exited the Batmobile. The engine’s rumbling always agitated them, but by the time he’d climbed the steps up to the large computer tucked into one of the cave crevices, the bats had started to quiet down. Batman entered his personal code on the keyboard and pressed his hand into the handprint identification reader next to it. The computer turned on with a lazy hum, and the area was flooded with the red light emitting from the multiple screens as they flickered on.

After a few agonizing minutes, a message popped up on one of the screens. Batman leaned forward on the computer console and pressed the authorization key to download the file. Oracle had finished her search of the city records – lightning fast, as usual. After a few more impatient moments, the files popped up on the screen and he typed in the code for the computer to begin analysing the information. He scowled as he saw the results of her investigation; with this amount of data, it was going to take a lengthy amount of time for the interface to complete the search. It seemed he was in for a long night, again.

In the distance he heard a motorcycle approaching, followed by the sound of the south entrance’s door rising out of the water. The bats stirred once more, and by the time the bike had pulled up to its platform, they were in full upset. The sound of footsteps filled the cave behind him, followed by a drawn-out yawn from his partner. Then Robin appeared beside him, and the teenager’s attention immediately fell on the screen before him, scanning the information.