She-Hulk is sweating bullets. Her Client, Dotrosmo was wrongfully accused of a mass murder rampage that killed multiple security guards and civilians at an office. The prosecution is good. Too good maybe. Their evidence is unnatural, how could they have made this case in such little time?
She knew they were up to something but she just couldn't prove it. Every second in the courtroom felt like agonizing torture. Minutes felt like days and her mind was going numb and the prosecution's smug yet blank face directed at her was clearly a trap to get her to stop controlling her anger so she would rampage and they could win the case against Dotrosmo.
Suddenly, a gray-haired man walks in. Face slightly baggy with thick eyebrows, many years past his prime. He looks to be pale of Irish-American descent around 60 more or less. His entrance commands respect through the sheer power of his reputation. It is no other than CHUCK MCGILL. She-Hulk knew someone was aiding in the defense, but Chuck McGill? From HHM? One of the most prestigious lawyers of all time? The tables have turned and now the Prosecution is sweating like a tropical waterfall. She-Hulk begins to cool down and nearly betrays her calm and collected demeanor with a smirk. Chuck utters a single line. "Let Justice be done though the heavens fall"
