Danny felt his heartbeat quicken as the sirens got closer and closer to him. He was running out of power as the chase continued. Guns firing at him as he dodged and barely missed, his suit tearing as he was grazed by a bullet. It's not like these things could really hurt him they were normal bullets, nothing that he couldn't get away from.

Thing is, he's tried that. He went invisible and ran away, they shot directly at him while he was still invisible. He found out the hard way there was nowhere to hide for him.

Dany tumbled to the ground as a bullet hit his leg and he landed on his side, his leg beginning to bleed as it attempted to heal itself but he couldn't feel it healing. He grasped his hurt leg in an attempt to stop the ectoplasm from oozing out of it and to try and get it to heal.

As the tanks and helicopter cars got closer he removed his hand and froze over the wound. Smashing through the streets as they chased himHis body would have to deal with it later. He attempted to stand but his leg faltered as sweat dripped down his nose and he breathed unevenly. He put all his weight onto his not injured leg and had no energy to tense his muscles, he was completely slack with all his weight to the right.

Danny winced when a very bright helicopter light shone down on him, he squinted as a figure approached him and people filed out of tanks, pointed their guns at him, ready to fire when given the command.

"Phantom. Stop where you are and we might not kill you where you stand." A woman said. He could hear the click of her heavy footsteps in short heels as she approached. A large woman with short hair stood in front of him. A megaphone in one and her free hand behind her back. Danny couldn't make a move, he stayed silent.

"I am Amanda Waller, warden of the maximum security government prison for earth's most powerful metahumans and supervillains." She introduced. "If you surrender now, and peacefully, we can sort this out and all be on our mary ways, but if you choose to do otherwise we will shoot you down where you stand and you will be transported to Belle Reve in a body bag. Either way, you are ending up in the same place." She said, her voice demanding and authoritative.

Danny thought over his options. If he went peacefully he had a chance of surviving whatever was happening, but if he blew them all away with his ghostly wail, they'd come back for him with even more guns and men.

Danny cleared his throat and stood up straight as best he could and put is hands weakly in the air.

"I have a request." He said calmly. There is no way he as getting out of this and his civilian persona not being missed. He had no idea how long he would be gone if he'd ever get back at all.

"What is it?" Waller asked. Her face displeased but she was willing to cooperate if it meant none of her men were attacked or possibly killed.

"I want a day to straighten up some loose ends and make sure my town is protected." He said, staring her down best he could in this state. Either he goes peacefully tomorrow or escapes possibly killing dozens of people and has the government on his back even more than before.

"How will we know you won't run away to your own world or bring backup?" She asked, her glare almost intensifying.

"Put a tracker on me. I swear to you I will be back here before sunrise if you just let me sort some things out. If I am able to do that it will make your job a hell of a lot easier." He explained as the numbness from his leg began to spread.

"We cannot trust that you won't disappear so we can't do that," Waller said.

"Fine, then let me make a private phone call." Danny bargained hoping he'd be able to figure this out with a quick call to his best friends.

"We can grant you one phone call once we get you secured in Belle Reve." Waller said.

Danny sighed but nodded. That was as good as he was going to get, he just hoped it wasn't timed. Waller nodded back at him and people rushed forward. He didn't fight back but flinched away when he was tugged as the pain went up his leg.

"We will give you medical care for that leg injury but that is about all the hospitality you will get." Waller said as Danny was walked to the large van by multiple armed men.

He stared forward sadly. There was nothing more he could do other than limp into the van and think about how this could end up being his life from now on.

The people of his town hated him so much because of his parents spreading propaganda about him everywhere. He scoffed to himself. He knew deep down inside something like this could happen. Armed special forces chasing him for miles because he was some kind of freak.

16 and already hated by everyone for something he had no control over. His life couldn't get worse.

As they drove away, he didn't move or stop his body from moving when they hit bumps or anything, he was too deep in thought about what he would say to his parents. He couldn't transform so they wouldn't believe he was actually their son, they'd blame him for taking their son and he would be in worse trouble.

Danny leaned his head backward against the wall and stared at the blank wall in front of him. At least it isn't Arkham. He had heard some terrible things about that place. People entering and never leaving, trying to escape and reentering in a body bag. Though he was already halfway in the grave, he didn't want to fall in completely.

His eyes hurt from the flashes of the cameras when he entered the building. Ice would be encasing his whole body if it wasn't for the collar around his neck that Waller had given him gruesome details about what would happen if he used his powers.

He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "Clockwork, help me."

It was a few minutes before he heard any important sound or even opened his eyes he was to lose in his silent anxieties to notice Waller approach with a flip phone and her only facial expression.

"Wake up. Here is your one phone call, better make it last." She said as Danny approved and held his hand out to catch the device. He nodded and she walked away, leaving two armed guards to stand in front of his clear cell door.

He didn't even have to think about the numbers he was typing, it was all muscle memory now. He pressed it to his ear and swallowed, he had no idea what time it was but he hoped to the ancients that Tucker had decided to stay up. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding till Tucker answered the phone.

"Hello, who is this?" Tucker asked. His voice tired and a little groggy.

"Tucker! It's me. Listen up. I don't have a lot of time to explain." Danny said quickly in a hushed voice, turning away from the clear door and waiting for Tucker to give him to go to speak.

"Dude, you've been gone forever. Where are you?! Everyone is getting worried." He exclaimed. Danny could hear him shuffling, probably moving to trace the number he's calling from.

"Listen to me, Tuck. I've been taken in by the government. They got me earlier and they see me as some kind of public enemy. I don't know how I'm going to get out but I need you to make an excuse to my parents!" Danny exclaimed.

"Your parents are the reason you're there!" Tucker said. Danny could hear his lighting fast fingers move across his keyboard.

"I know, but I need you to buy me time. Tell them I'm on some kind of exchange year. I don't care what you have to do. Just convince them I haven't been arrested by the government!" Danny said.

"How am I supposed to do that?! Forge documents that you are in Thailand or something?!"

"I don't know Tucker! They've got me on some kind of power blocking collar and I can't escape. You're going to have to think of something! Use that big, beautiful brain of yours." Danny said, his voice getting loud but quieting when he realized how loud he was getting. Danny pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Please. Just think of something till I get out of here." He said desperately. Truth be told, he was terrified of what was happening. By the time he was let out of this cell for whatever reason, the ends of his new, orange suit would be completely frayed and chewed.

"Alright. I'll do everything I can. Is there any way I can get messages to you?" Tucker asked. His voice calmed after a heavy sigh and probably the removal of his glasses.

"I don't know but Waller is walking back. I have to go. I know you'll figure something out." Danny said with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, yeah." There was a pause. "Be careful and don't die." He finished.

"Hey, you can't kill what's already dead." Danny said hoping it would ease up whatever Tucker was feeling but it probably didn't.

"Phantom." Waller called from the other side of the door. Danny looked back and called for a second.

"I have to go. Bye." Danny said, hanging up before Tucker could say anything. He smiled and handed the phone back to Waller. She huffed and walked away, probably to do whatever wardens do. Danny let his smile fall into a frown. He sighed and fell backward onto the hard as rocks and scratchy mattress that was now his.

He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the ache in his knee. It had been bandaged after they melted the ice away. He just hoped Tucker could do something.

Danny felt his nerves skyrocketing and his body temperature plummeting as he was cuffed to the table. Large metal bracelets kept his wrists in place while the tips of his toes barely reached the floor. He scanned the room without moving his head, his nose starting to itch as he became aware of every feeling in his body.

He flinched as the door opened with an automatic sound and Waller walked in. She looked mean and unemotional. He had a manila folder in hand and when she approached the table Danny flinched when she dropped the file onto the table with a slam.

He was terrified out of his mind, his teeth clenched together as Waller began to speak. He didn't hear half of it. He was too focused on not letting his powers go haywire because of the nerves, if they did that, he definitely wouldn't make it out of here.

"Only the criminals with a chance of reformation, get to speak with Dr. Strange and seeing as you are the least violent freak here, you have been moved to the top of the list. You will visit him every day for 45 minutes. Is that understood?" She asked. "You need to sign here." She said. Handing him a pen.

Shakily Danny signed his name, crappy highschool cursive, jagged because of his nerves.

Danny nodded, his throat too dry to move. He had a sense of what the rules are, times, but anything else she said he didn't hear.

He moved on autopilot as he was moved to hall, lined with cells and metahuman criminals they were all talking or staring but he couldn't focus on any of it. These were people who intentionally hurt or killed others. He didn't belong here. His thoughts differed to what Waller had said, reformation therapy. His fist tightened as he thought back to his last encounter with a therapist.

His body felt like it was moving in slow motion and his legs felt like led under him. His hair covered his eyes and his eyes were wide with. A woman caught his eyes, blond hair and a wicked smile, his eyes followed her through his hair as he passed her. He saw Penelope Spectra in the woman. Her smile seemed to falter at the look in his eyes but it soon changed into a smirk as he passed her and moved on. He was stopped in front of a cell door.

"You should make nice friends with Junior here." The officer spoke as he undid the handcuffs on him and gave him a shove inside. The door closed. Danny stood there for a few moments, trying to keep calm.

"Ey, newbie, who are you?" Someone asked. Danny looked up from his daze and made eye contact with some blue kid on the top bunk. He looked to be made of ice, spikes sticking up from his head and his hands. He had the same collar Danny did. Danny was silent for a moment. The other spoke again.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Can you even speak?"

"Oh." He muttered and began pulling at his sleeves. "I'm Danny." He said.

"Well, I'm Junior and pretty much the coolest guy in here." He said pointing to himself, snickering.

"Oh." Danny muttered nodding. "Right."

"Hang with me and you'll be fine." Junior said, waving Danny off as he turned around on his bed.

"Yeah, sure." Danny said, taking a nervous seat on the bed.

Danny layed down and rested his head on the almost non existent mattress and closed his eyes. He prayed that Clockwork could help him but he knew the his prayer would go ignored by the Master of Time. His only real hope was that Tucker could figure something out, he wasn't sure if he should hope for them to break in or hope for them to think of something smarter than breaking into the most high security prison on earth.

He heard stories of the Belle Reve Prison, murderers and meta humans, criminal masterminds and cartel leaders. Worse then Walker's prison. Meta's go in and never come out. The majority are bloodthirsty, psychopaths but still it's a scary thought.