I paced back and forth in my cell relentlessly. My mind repeating last few days over and over. From the Trip into the DOM, to the moment I found myself here.

I still couldn't make sense of it. Maybe that costumed fellow who knocked me out didn't tell them about the killer who ran away, or he didn't see him. Or maybe he dropped me off as the only witness to the murder and the police drew their own conclusions? I certainly didn't treat the officer who interviewed me very well. Argh, that was so stupid! Maybe the whole government is as corrupt as my own ministry. Yes, I can see it now. That bald killer is laughing as he pays off the investigators!

"Stop pacing, its irritating. And some of us are trying to relax…"

I jump nearly a foot in the air. A man who had been so still, my frayed mind hadn't even registered him, spoke from one of the cots. Wearing the same orange jumpsuit and mechanical collar as me, yet somehow making it look much more sophisticated. Must be his goatee.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, trying to buy time to comport myself.

"Here, as in, in this cell? Or here, as in, the world at large? Because one story starts with my mother in Nebraskan hospital, and there other is quite simple. I live here for now."

He quickly stood and reached out a hand to shake.

"But where are my manners, Dr. Arthur Light at your service."

"My names Harry Potter."

As we shook hands he jerked me close, and stared intently at my collar.

"Hmm, specified for telekinesis and telepathy. Not very threatening, though I suppose we can't all be genius intellectuals."

"oh, I'd just thought it was some weird prison uniform thing."

"Ha! If only that were the case. I'd have made my escape the first night. No prison, can hold a mind as bright as mine! Even if this one seems to be holding out longer than most."

"Err, What do you mean, Mr. Light?"

"Its Dr. Light! I didn't earn my PHD physics for nothing. I have the ability to manipulate light, with a technology I created! Now, I'm sure you got the whole 'these walls could even hold superman' speech on the way in. Don't you see? They've stated their downfall in their own welcoming speech. They may have accommodated for brutish tactics, but not my level of brilliance!"

He strikes a pose, that falls dead after a few moments of silence passes between us.

"Enough about me, what are you in for?"

I begin explaining my experience with this worlds court systems, all the way back to my having been witness to a murder. I nearly slipped a few times about my magic or my origins, but I don't think he noticed. He doesn't seem phased or surprised by any of this. I frown, realizing why he must be so set on escaping.

"You're in here for a crime you didn't commit, aswell?"

"No not quite, mine was a crime of passion! I had to prove to the world superiority of my technology… No. we don't share the same story, but I can't say I'm surprised by such a turn of events. Our society just isn't ready to deal with super powered problems. They'd much rather let people like the justice league handle them, or barring that. lock them up and forget about them." He sighed morosely.

"But I was just a bystander to a murder!"

"There are no super powered bystanders! Either you're a hero, out there preventing such atrocities, or your another villain using his power to serve his own ends. People will put you in one box or the other."

I look away, trying to make sense of such a weird world view. Is this how muggles would treat wizards if we were held to their laws? He seems perfectly content to be held to a standard above the everyday man, but I'd rather be just harry.

"No. it must be some sort of misunderstanding… maybe if I get an appeal or talk to a lawyer?"

"You don't understand, boy! They want you in here. Your easier to control in their fancy prison. Far easier to make use off at any rate…"

Make use of? That doesn't sound ominous at all.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well… just… don't tell anyone I told you…" here he looks around, as if to make sure there are no eavesdroppers. "I was recently offered an opportunity. There's an… initiative. Clemency in exchange for some off the books work. I told them I'd think about it. Have to make sure escape isn't within the foreseeable future, before I sell my soul. but I'm certain I wasn't the only one offered such a provocative deal, in such unfortunate circumstances. as people like us tend to find ourselves in."

He looks… smug about the whole affair.

"Now… when you say off the books works-"

"Black ops! Assassinations, espionage, the works!" he quickly looks around, having realized he'd been shouting.

My face pales drastically. Was this what was intended for me? Some form of conspiracy to gain magical operatives? No. no. no. he's grasping at straws… right?

I began pacing again. worrying about a whole new set of problems.

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