#They're being the proper medical staff they're suppose to be now since he joined

[hallowsden]

DC x DP Idea Thing #3

Voluntary Admissions AU

What if Danny voluntarily Admitted himself to Arkham Asylum as a patient?

"Patient #10304-M, also known as, for his safety and security, Janus D. Astrophel. Voluntarily Admitted himself to Arkham Asylum on [date is scratched off with a thick, green ink], having arrived in a rather critical and vulnerable position, both physical and mental."

Rumors often spread quickly in Arkham. After all, not much better things to do when you're locked up and deemed either crazy, dangerous or even both in the eyes of Gotham. So it wasn't a surprise when news spread like wildfire amongst inmates and patients inside those dreadful halls.

A new addition had joined the ranks of the madhouse. Voluntarily at that. Likely the youngest patient to roam these halls for a non-Gothamite at least. After all, no native Gothamite would willingly put themselves in such hell.

The newbie went by Janus Astrophel. Kid seemed anything but normal. Seemed like he'd fit in well with Gotham's brand of sickness after a bit. Then again, kid looks as fragile as a twig. Almost as skinny as Crane, creepy as him too. Gives off Freeze vibes though, oddly enough, with hints of Dent.

[Those types of comments were quickly picked up by the aforementioned rogues. Rather than start a scene, they took interest immediately after hearing more words of the newcomer.]

Astrophel's a meta, just from the collar he adorns on his neck. Seemed modified as well. Didn't look like the standard ones the super-powered rogues commonly wore. Nobody knew what power he had. Seemed like it helped him more than anything though.

[Some inmates recalled when Astrophel first arrived. Didn't have a collar the first day. Kid could barely stand and was bleeding profusely. Next day, kid looked better, wearing the collar everyone associates with him now. Some think it's like Freeze's suit in a way. No one said a word bout it after receiving a cold glare]

Thing was, it ain't just the collar or how sickly he seemed that caught people's eyes.

Scars. Kid's littered with them. Some managed to glimpse a multitude of what looks like surgery scars [vivisected was often echoed, especially from Quinn and Nygma], and others looked like he was zapped by lightning [Litchenberg Scars around the chest specifically]. Kid even wore some stitches where his joints were [Frankenstein was an insult for a brief moment before Dent flipped a coin and shit them up]. Some would've mistaken him for some sort of zombie, like Grundy, had it not been for the fact people had seen him breathe and bleed... Albeit, it was a toxic green rather than crimson red.

Rather discerning as it held a resemblance to certain Demon Head's waters...

Kid didn't talk much. He was polite and friendly, sure. Some of the rogues took a shine to him. He seemed scared, though, not that anybody blamed him. Arkham was filled with rogues who earned their titles and infamy for a reason. But he wasn't scared of others... No. Crane said the kid held a certain look of fear...

Astrophel was afraid of himself... Everyone can't help but wonder why.

[They later see a glimpse as to why after he saw Joker for the first time. Least to say, Quinn called dibs even though others would like to say otherwise]

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #Had to reupload this cause tumblr seemed to not be working #anyways #brain said angst so here is angst #brain really needs to stop making angst #Danny needs a hug #danny goes by Janus here #Arkham staff knows bout some of his circumstances #They're being the proper medical staff they're suppose to be now since he joined #cause the government's corrupted and they're after a kid #The fact that someone sees arkham as a safe haven should really say something #but yeah #the collar around Janus' neck stablizes his powers cause the experiments messed with it #Arkham found family #Give Danny/Janus all the fanily members he can get #After all he doesn't have Jazz Tucker or Sam here #and the ghosts are currently blocked cause of the GIW messing things up #Danny's part of the gallery. Not a rogue but might as well be one of them now #Danny Protection squad #danny fenton #Arkham Asylum #ghost king danny #Not really obvious now but will be a prominent part of the story later #not beta'd #I have no regrets #Voluntary Admissions AU #Danny's scared of himself cause he doesn't want GIW hurting others like they already did and he's scared he might turn into Dan #Which is one of the reasons why he admitted himself as it is

[chierafied]

Jily Muggle au! where they meet on a plane and james has a son and lily completely adores them both and in the end lily thinks she'll lose them because they're family and she's just someone they met on a plane but jily gets becomes a couple.

Thank you for the prompt, I had so much fun writing this! I took a few liberties so I hope you don’t mind – it’s definitely longer than I initially intended; over 2k, whoops…

Perhaps It’s Fate

Lily was stuffing her laptop back into her bag, whenmovement on the periphery of her vision caught her attention. 

Something silveryand silky-looking fluttered onto the floor. 

Lily glanced up; the man who’d gonethrough the security check before her was shouldering his bulging backpackagain and took his son’s hand with a cheerful “Come along then, Harry!”

“Sir?” Lily called after him.

He continued walking, unable to hear her over the din of theairport.

Lily muttered a curse and hastily grabbed the rest of heritems off the tray, stuffed them in her hand bag, then struggled a moment toslip on her heels. 

She scooped up the silvery cloth and hurried after the manand his son – as much as one could hurry in a pencil skirt.

“Sir?” she called again, straining to pick him out in thecrowd. Noticing the unmistakable messy black hair, she pursed her lips indetermination. She chased after him, her heels clicking decisively against thepolished tile floor.

“Excuse me, sir, I think you dropped this.”

The man finally halted and turned, looking quizzically atLily. The boy holding his hand – five, maybe six years old – gasped. He brokefree of his father’s hold and ran over to Lily.

“My Invisibility Cloak!”

Lily’s lips twitched, a single eyebrow arched. Invisibility Cloak?

The father gave her a sheepish shrug and mussed his hair.

Lily crouched to hand the cloth to the boy. “Here you go,love.”

He took it, and clutched it to his chest. His eyes flickeredto her face and he offered her a toothy grin.

“What do we say, Harry?” the father prompted, his hazel eyestwinkling behind his glasses.

“Thank you, ma’am!”

“You’re welcome.” She resisted the urge to ruffle his hair,every bit as messy as his father’s.

Still clutching at his cloak, the boy went back to hisfather. The man nodded and smiled at Lily.

She allowed herself a second or two to look at them walkaway, hand in hand, talking to each other in low voices.

A sweet pair, Lilymused. Then she dug around her hand bag and pulled out her boarding pass. Shedouble-checked her gate, then peered around for the signs overhead.

She stopped once at the tax free shop to buy a bottle ofwater and a suitably trashy novel to entertain her for three hours she’d besitting on the plane, then made a quick pop to the loo.

She glanced at her watch, and groaned. The security checkhad been quicker than she’d expected, she still had over an hour before theflight would depart. She smiled wryly as she strolled towards her gate. Nobetter time than present to get started on her novel! 

…And if she would gettruly bored out of her mind, she could always check her work e-mail.

Plan set, she checked the flight information on the screenat the gate to make sure she was in the right place, then plopped down to anempty seat.

She raised her head – and squarely met a pair of surprisedand amused hazel eyes, staring at her from under raised eyebrows.

Lily blinked, taken aback. It was the man from earlier,sitting on the row of seats across from her. Waiting to board the same planeLily was. His son, Harry, sat next to him, waving his feet in the air as heleafed through a comic book.

What were the odds? Lily fought the urge to shake her headand instead offered the man a polite if a little hesitant smile.

She received a crooked grin in return, accompanied by agreeting nod.

As Lily wondered if she should strike up a conversation, theman raised his hand to his messy hair. She stared at the curious gesture, andmade an idle and quite subconscious note that there was no wedding ring on hisfinger.

“Thank you, for earlier,” the man spoke, jolting Lily out ofher thoughts. “Harry loves his Invisibility Cloak and we both would’ve been sadto lose it.”

“You’re welcome,” Lily replied. “I was happy to help.”

Lily itched to ask more about this Invisibility Cloak – infact the words dancing on her tongue before she decided against it; inquiringafter a child’s beloved possession would probably be too personal a questionoutright from a complete stranger.

So instead of satisfying her curiosity, Lily steered theconversation to more neutral waters.

“So…” she ventured slowly. “Malaga, eh?”

The corner of his lips twitched and Lily found herselfstaring at his jawline, quite zoned out for a brief moment. Then he spoke, hispleasant voice calling her back to Earth.

“Yes… Harry’s summer break just started so we’re going tovisit his grandparents – they moved to Spain after they retired.”

“That sounds really nice.” Lily smiled.

“What about you?”

“I’m travelling on business – going to attend a conference.”

“Sounds important,” he acknowledged, his lips quirkingagain.

“I think it’ll be very interesting, so I’m looking forwardto it.”

They considered one another, politely, as the small talkfaltered. Then, the little boy Harry looked up from his comic, having troublewith a word he didn’t recognise. The man turned to his son, and Lily hastilypicked up her trashy novel. 

She stared down at the small print of the paperbackbut didn’t actually read; the words on the page blurred as she got lost inthought. She hadn’t really paid attention before, so intent on her mission toreturn the lost item to its proper owners… Had only noticed the heart-warminginteraction of a father and son… 

But now, after having seen him up close, ithad become quite apparent to Lily that the young father was attractive.

Her gaze left the book, discreetly slanting over the shortdistance between their chairs.

He was talking to his son in a low voice, ruffling his hair.Harry pointed something out in the comic book and the man laughed.

Lily quickly lowered her gaze back to her book; all of asudden she found herself fighting off a blush.

Bloody hell! Lily gritted her teeth. Had she been single fortoo long? Were her ovaries starting to grow desperate for some action? Becauseshe was well into her twenties now, and hadn’t been this flustered over a fitbloke since her hormonal teen years.

She glowered at the book in her lap and angrily turned thepage though she hadn’t read a single word.

She needed to get a grip.

Lily took a calming breath and grimly stamped down the urgeto steal glances at this endearing guy and his adorable son. She settled intoher chair and focused back in her book. 

Minutes ticked by slowly as she triedto get into the story. It would’ve been easier, she wagered, if he hadn’t beenso aware of the man sitting acrossfrom her.

When the gate finally opened and the flight was ready forboarding, Lily breathed a sigh of relief. She stuffed the novel into her handbag and got up, her boarding pass at the ready. 

Her eyes unexpectedly met withthe man’s. They shared a quick smile andthen walked to join the queue.

It was rather sweet though, how excited young Harry was. Hepuffed his little chest when he handed his boarding pass to the smiling staffmember.

Lily shook her head. At least on the plane she’d have threehours to kill, plenty of time to compose a stern letter to her reproductiveorgans for going on an overdrive. 

Was this some early awakening of thebiological clock? Had she finally crossed the line where she started looking atmen as potential father candidates? Lily suppressed a shudder. God, she hopednot.

Her smile was a little strained as she handed her boardingpass to the flight attendant. She hurried on, the click of her high heels echoingin the walkway.

Lily boarded the plane, clutching her bags and noddingpolitely to the flight attendant welcoming her aboard. She double-checked herseat number and started down the narrow corridor, looking at the numbers markedbelow the luggage compartments. 

She found her seat and rose on tip-toe tosafely stow her laptop bag away. Then, she froze, staring flabbergasted intothe now familiar laughing hazel eyes.

“Hullo again,” the man offered, while his son craned hisneck to peer out of the plane window.  

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lily muttered under herbreath as she slumped to her seat.

The man grinned. Lily quickly looked away and startedfumbling with her seat belt.

“At what point do you think we should stop thinkingsomething a coincidence and start believing it’s some big cosmic joke instead?”he wondered conversationally.

“Well, they do say third time’s the charm,” Lily said,convinced that her smile was a shade away from rueful.

“That’s true. I suppose we should just give in and acceptthe inevitable,” the man said. “I’m James Potter.”

“Lily Evans,” she replied, squeezing his hand.

“And this is my son, Harry,” James added, nudging the littleboy in the window seat.

“Hello,” Harry said, his grin nearly identical with hisfather’s.

“Nice to meet you,” Lily said. “You know, for the thirdtime.”

James laughed. Lily’s stomach fluttered.

“What’s this conference of yours about?” he inquiredpolitely.

“Um, antimicrobial research. I’m a biochemist, working inthe medical field so…”

James’ eyebrows shot up. “That sounds challenging. Must beimportant to stay on top the latest research.”

“It is,” Lily admitted. “That’s why attending thisconference is such a wonderful opportunity.”

“I hope it’ll be an enlightening experience.”

“Thank you. What do you do?”

“Nothing so glamorous as you; I make websites.”

“Well, that’s important too, in this day and age,” Lilyinsisted.

James shrugged. “It’s fun – I get to geek out and becreative at the same time.”

“Biochemist,” Lily reminded him. “Can’t really judge otherpeople for being geeky.”

James smirked. “Honestly, though, web developing is justsomething I kinda ended up doing ‘cause I needed a job I could do from home.You know, because of Harry.”

Lily’s heart skipped a beat. The question teetered on hertongue, then tumbled out in a deceptively light tone. “Oh, his mother’s notaround then?”

“Nope, she never bothered.”

Their conversation stalled for the safety demonstration, towhich Lily scarcely paid any attention. Harry was staring out of the window,his eyes wide and alight behind his glasses when the airplane rolled towards itsdesignated runway.

“The lift off’s the best part,” he told Lily.

She nodded to Harry. “It is, isn’t it? After that it justgets boring.”

The plane accelerated, gaining more and more speed – thenthey were up and climbing through the air.

Lily decided she’d finally sate her curiosity. “Listen,” shesaid, turning to James. “I got to ask… what’s this about an InvisibilityCloak?”

“It’s a cloak that makes you invisible!” Harry piped up.

James sheepishly scratched his head. “It’s a familyheirloom,” he explained. “Something my dad gave to me when I was little. I hadso many good memories from when I was a kid, sneaking around and makingmischief…”

He bent close to confidentially whisper into her ear, andLily had to suppress a shiver when his warm breath fanned her neck.

“My dad honestly made me believe it worked for real. Ofcourse when I grew up I realised it had all been just a very elaborate game…But I thought it was amazing, for my dad to commit like that.”

“That is very sweet,” Lily said, a little breathless fromboth his proximity and realising just how greata guy James was. “So you’re continuing the tradition with Harry?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A flight had never passed so pleasantly for Lily. The hoursflew by as quickly as the miles, as she chatted and laughed with James, hadserious discussions about comic books and favourite superheroes with Harry,tried to find shapes in the clouds spreading below them together with the bothof them. 

When the time came at last, for the plane to land, she almost felt alittle sad. She got up from her seat, but James followed in suit, resting onewarm hand on her waist – a wholly natural gesture, like his hand belongedthere.

“Let me get it,” he offered, then reached to get Lily’slaptop bag from the overhead luggage compartment. Lily blushed.

The three of them left the plane and walked to the baggageclaim area together, little Harry between them, holding hands with the both ofthem.

She felt empty when they finally bid goodbye at the baggageclaim. Harry craned around to wave to her and she waved back, her stomachsinking as she watched them walk away.

They would go on and visit family and Lily would go to herconference. Their paths could very well never cross again, and yet she hadnever bonded with perfect strangerslike that…

Lily sighed and set out, wheeling her suitcase behind her.She went to pull her phone out of her jacket pocket, to check on the hotelreservation info on her e-mail – when her fingers brushed a piece of paper.

She pulled it out and stared at it.

If you have any sparetime from your conferencing and want to tour Malaga or just have a good lunch,give me a call.

James

The phone number hastily scrawled to the bottom of the notewas the most welcome sight Lily’d seen in ages.

#jily #jily fanfiction #chie writes #fic: JL #RR: JL