Guess what? THERE IS A PLOT NOW! Now, if anyone has anything they'd like to see, here's your opportunity to mention it and I'll see if I can incorporate it into the story. c:

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Imagine a moth pinned to a card. Now remove the card, and imagine a moth pinned into nothingness, mid-air. Finally, remove the pin, and replace the moth with Danny. Pinned mid-air, he'd been almost paralysed with fear.

Usually, when he was caught, he was able to strain against his bonds. Time time, it felt like Martian Manhunter had grown a dozen arms and every hand was holding him still. He wriggled sluggishly.

At least his head was free – and as panic eased its grip on his chest, the silence became more oppressive. Danny cocked his head at Martian Manhunter. As far as he could tell (it wasn't so easy without pupils, though he had had a lot of practice), the man was staring ahead, somewhere past Danny's left side.

"Hey, are you from Mars? Are you an alien? I mean, the voice in the cave said you were a called Martian Manhunter. Martians are from Mars."

There was no answer. Danny scowled – he'd risked dismemberment by Martian telekinesis to break the ice, and it was all for nothing!

"You know, I think you're a real piece of work," he continued, warming up to the one-sided conversation. "I mean, you killed your niece! Who does that?"

Aha! A twitch from Martian-guy.

"Is that a common thing on Mars? Are Martians cannibals? Because you know, cannibals are usually either really hairy or bald, and you've got the bold thing down pat. Not to mention the eyes. Nothing says evil like red eyes."

Martian Manhunter's expression didn't change. Talking to a wall, much?

"I could leave this room if you would prefer. I can hold you just as well from outside of it."

Danny's mind blanked. The room suddenly seemed whiter – blanker – more empty. He shook his head quickly.

"Nah. I'll… I'll shush."

He looked morosely at the Martian. It was, frankly, a little disturbing how he didn't even smirk. Danny had never met a villain quite like this guy before.

"I am glad. I would feel uncomfortable keeping your lips closed."

Danny's eyes widened in alarm. "Huh," he coughed out.

In retrospect, being forced to be silent under threat of having your mouth pinched shut was rather like having your mouth pinched shut, and after a few minutes of silence Danny was aching to say something. Anything.

He bit his tongue.

"Um, Martian?"

Martian Manhunter turned away as though hearing another voice. "Batman?" he asked the window. Danny growled to himself.

The black-wearing guy – Batman? Yeah, he could see that 'bat' – appeared in the window and Danny cut himself off. The helmet-thing he wore completely hid his eyes and there was no telling where he was looking. Danny was really tired of not being about to read people's eyes.

"We have done all we can here," Batman said. "It is time to leave."

"Alright," answered Martian Manhunter softly, and the window grew into a door again. They disappeared down the hallway, leaving Danny to white blankness of the cell.

He wiggled his foot experimentally. It wiggled. He could move! He looked at the door and started. It was open. He drifted towards it cautiously and peered out. No-one was coming back to grab him. He decided not to phase in though. He'd keep his intangibility because this was weird, and he didn't need Batman grabbing him again.

The corridors twisted like a maze and yawned like a hospital. Danny floated down them, peering at the closed doors. He stuck his head through a few to find sterile rooms with strange equipment covered in tiny films of dust. It was creepy. He preferred the weird empty corridor.

A closed, double-doored entryway blocked the corridor, and Danny poked his head through. His mouth fell open.

A cushy lounge area, with a large, low couch was right in front of him. Not too far away, a kitchen gleamed. Danny recognised this place – it had been where Kid Flash had run off without his eggs! – but it was not so much the room as the people that caught his attention.

Miss Martian was scrubbing at the table with a cloth. Robin was leaning against the counter. Superboy, Kid Flash, and Aqualad were arranged facing them and a blond girl Danny didn't recognise was hovering over Miss Martian's shoulder, looking like she wanted to pinch the cloth out of her hands and hit her with it.

Was that Artemis?

"Okay, so does anyone have any ideas? At all?" Artemis asked, smacking the ground with her a boot.

Superboy grunted, but no-one else made any noise. Artemis raised her eyebrow at him, and he scowled at her.

"No," he answered.

"Al-right then," Artemis said. She was the only one standing upright. All of the others slumped as though their spines had been cut. Danny cautiously stepped through the wall. No-one noticed him, so he let go of his intangibility.

His sense of touch rushed into focus and he rolled his shoulders. The feel of the tensing and releasing of his muscles felt so near: a pleasant contrast to the numbness of prolonged intangibility. That wasn't fun.

Kid Flash raised a hand. "I got an idea."

"Mm?" Artemis raised her eyebrows.

"We could un-think him!"

"What?" Everyone asked with varying degrees of incredulity. The group twitched as one, and turned to stare at Danny.

It dawned on him that he'd spoken as well.

"Um, hi?" he waved. A grin stretched his lips and made his jaw ache.

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Writing this story has revealed a lot of my weaknesses to me, and I'm currently working at slowing scenes down and making them more understandable to the readers. I'd be interested to know what effect that's creating. See you next update! (or next review, if you're so kind.)