"I don't think it would be smart to send him to Arkham," Batman told Superman. "Then where do you think we should send him?" Superman asked. That had been the question Batman had wondered, but the answer was rather simple. "We leave him here where the team can watch him," Batman informed. He was rather sure that this was the right thing to do. The kid was in the middle of something big. Something that wasn't his fault. He was sure of it. It was because of what Daniel had said. Batman knew that he wasn't a freak, even if he had powers. The thing that pushed him into this decision though was the boy's facial expression. It was one that screamed of pain. Pain from torture, experience, and loss. The expression of a soldier that came back home alone, and greeted by no one after being held hostage by the opposing side. The boy needed support. The boy needed help.
Superman walked up to the medical bed that Daniel was laying on. The boy's eyes were closed, but the boy didn't look peaceful rather he looked blank like no thought or emotion was in him. The boy's eyes shot open and he shot out of bed. He stood against the wall with his hands raised as slight whimpers escaped his lips, but as Superman stepped closer they stopped. Daniel's body flinched and some muscles even tightened as he expected to be hit. That was when Superman noticed that Daniel still had a firm hold of the blanket. Superman gently grabbed a hold of Daniel's wrist. Daniel seemed to relax slightly as Superman led him out of the medical room.
AN: I am a student at school and am writing like twelve other stories right now. Those of you who can't read this story because of it's shortness, don't read it. I'll try making it longer but I can't promise anything. I love responses and i don't mind if you ask for more just please don't be so rude as to call me names or infer things, just because you are unpleased. Thank you all of you readers that continue reading this. This book isn't my top priority, but I'll make longer chapters. It will grow gradually. :D