Author Note: Another YJ and DP fic! The poll winner!
~CWA
Title: Patient 58
Summary: In Arkham, Danny figures he's safe- there's no around that he can hurt. Then along came Batman with a proposal.
Genre: Friendship/Comfort
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim Danny Phantom. I do not own nor claim Young Justice.
Notes: Obviously no PP. For those of you who read my stories, you know the drill- chapters will be longer than the prologue and please review!
Prologue:
Danny:
Contrary to what people thought, I wasn't crazy. I knew I was sane. There was no way my mind made up everything thing I remembered so it all had to be real… Unluckily. Though, if one went into specifics there was more than one type of crazy (several definitions I was sure I would fit into). Still, convincing these people I was absolutely insane wasn't hard to do. It was my best choice at the moment anyway. It was either stay in an insane asylum like Arkham for the rest of my days or go back to where I was before.
I couldn't go back to where I was before, that was not an option. That place… It was too bad. Too… too painful. The experiments. The torture. The mental scars caused…. Maybe I was crazy after all since there was no way anyone (human, ghost, mutant, alien or halfa) could go through all that unscathed. Saying 'unscathed' was a bit of stretch. I was defiantly 'scathed' I had the scars to prove it, both mental and physical.
I could escape if I wanted to, I knew that much. However, escaping would mean dealing with the world outside- dealing with my past and enemies (ghosts and otherwise). If I escaped, I would have to create a new life and deal with the trauma I had. Not to mention the danger just being around me caused. If I went out in the real world and had another episode, it would be devastating, especially if I took someone's life. I was a danger. In Arkham, the meds kept me under control and I had a life.
I was Patient 58- no one knew who I really was or what my name was (the inmates only know me as Patient 58 and only a select few have access to my file, which lists me as Phantom). I had a home in the cell at the bottom of the asylum where I only came out to eat in the courtyard with others. They gave me medication to deal with the night terrors and the flashbacks caused by PTSD. I knew which medications didn't work or weren't good for me to take like the ones they were giving me for hallucinations- though I wasn't really hallucinating… Unless everything really was not real and I honestly was a Looney convinced of ghosts and having ghost powers (though the powers were something they do not know about).
So for now, I would stay. The cell was comfortable enough- it was more of a containment section than a normal cell with the chains attached to my wrists and the high voltage door. I would stay where I couldn't hurt anyone. I would stay here, locked away… From now on, I was simply Patient 58.