Disclaimer: the bad news I own nothing of the DC/DP franchise, the good news I own everything that is in this story that isn't part of those franchises which is probably most of this
AN: To those that decided to read this (and not just skip to the story) you shall be warned that this has practically zero cannon material and as such will be drastically different, a lot of the organizations will be different, or completely my invention all together, and some characters (not batman, cause you just can't mess with batman too much) will be out of character or have a character that's meant to make you think I'll of them or some other change to them there will be some OC's. and one final warning Danny was ABUSED in this fic and as such there will be flashbacks and instances were he starts acting meek compared to other times, if you can't handle that don't read. To those that can, I hope you enjoy the fic
I don't remember how I got to this point anymore, just that I can never go back. Not to the place I was raised, not to the people I knew, not to the family that raised me. Not since the accident that changed everything, especially me. Before I was just another ordinary kid with a loving family and loyal friends, then my parents made a strange machine that they called the ghost portal and they claimed that it would prove that they were right and that their life's work wasn't in vain. The only problem it didn't work when they plugged it in, they become really depressed after that.
A few days later I was telling my two friends about what happened and how I wished there was something I could do. Sam, one of my two friends at the time suggested that I take a look inside of it. I didn't think it was a good idea at first, even though I was taught how to work and make a lot of the things there, but she talked me into it.
A few minutes later I was slipping on my white and black hooded (I had talked my parents into adding a hood a day after the failed start-up) hazmat suit, thankfully my parents didn't make it a skin tight hood but one that is similar to that you would see on a cloak, and was about to enter the portal, which looked like a high-tech hole in the wall of our basement, when Sam stopped me and turned me so I was facing her, all so she could tear off the sticker of my dad's face (over wise known as the only thing I couldn't get my parents to ditch) then told me to go ahead.
Almost as soon as I entered I was captivated by the sear complexity of the portal, trying to figure out how each piece worked as well as the roll they played in the device. So captivated was I, that I forgot to watch my step, and so my foot caught in some loose wires causing me to trip forward. I had stretched out my hand reflexively to catch my fall by grabbing the wall, and in doing so hit the on switch, that of course just had to be inside the machine.
The next thing that I knew was a tremendous amount of pain over riding my sense of touch, a loud scream deafening my ears, a bright green light blinding my eyes, the smell of decay clogging my nose and some type of goop forcing its way down my throat. Then there was blackness, I knew nothing, not the time I was in the portal nor the time I was in the blackness, though I am told that I was in the portal for two hours and unconscious for two days.
When I woke up, I was strapped to a metal table with my parents hovering over me, talking about some type of specimen. I looked to my right and saw a mirror, only what was on the mirror wasn't quite my reflection. Some of it was obviously my features but the eyes, hair and complexion was wrong. Its eyes were a glowing radioactive green, the hair a subtly glowing white, and the complexion was too pale to be mine. But it must have been me, for it moved every time I did in exactly the same way.
I remember thinking that I wanted my old look back, and how only a second later there was a flash of light traveling along my body and then I was staring at my old reflection again, then there was darkness again.
The next time I woke I was in my room, but it was stripped of what used to be there, and it was remade into some kind of cell. I soon learned that that was exactly what it was, my parents upon finding that the ghost they were studying was in fact their own son, shoved me into my redesigned room with a shock collar designed for ghosts, the only time I was allowed out was for experiments and "training". And that was my life for the next few years, and in that time I learned many things, like that whenever I did something "wrong" I was punished, and that my loyal friends weren't so loyal and that I was little more than an abomination in the eyes of my parents.
After those first few years though I started planning for my escape, I didn't have any paper or writing utensils so I had to use my head and hope I don't forget anything. My plan was simple and unpredictable, and it worked perfectly just a few hours after I was far away from my former home and prison and had managed to ditch their collar.
Now I wonder the world, training in the use of my ghostly abilities, both new and old, and pushing my limits, but I'm not just training I'm running and hiding. I'm running from my past, and I'm hiding from those who hunt me. I don't know much about those that hunt me but I do know that they wear white and they don't quit, as such I never stay in one place too long and wherever I stop I'm forced to steal.
No matter where I go though there is always a few constants, a shadow hanging over my head, a rule to never allow anyone to get to close, and the nightmares that plague my sleep.
My current residence is an abandoned building in New York City, I've been hiding here for a week barely surviving off what I've stolen. There's just one problem with my current location….. It's being torn apart by a maniac, the good news some kind of military forces are moving in to take him out, the worse news one of the soldiers saw me using my abilities to defend myself.
