#she took the midnight train going anyyyywhereee

[glow-worms-are-believers]

The GIW wasn't supposed to be a threat. They wore white pristine suits in the field and spoke like they were in a bad Men in Black remake. Sam, Tucker and him liked to make jokes about the stupid sunglasses, the code names, the mess they made of everything.

It wasn't so funny now, Danny thought as he pressed against his side which had been shot not a day before. As he turned towards the grimy window of the bus, he let his forehead lean against the cool glass. There was no use pondering what-ifs Danny told himself as he closed his eyes wearily, the only thing left to do was go forward.

Danny stayed like that for a moment before a rougher patch of the road had him hitting his head against the glass. He hissed in pain and brought a hand to his forehead, massaging it gently. He sighed before sitting back up, which had him catching sight of the go-bag Jazz had stuffed in his hands before telling him to go.

He unzipped the bag, to reveal a few clothes, and essentials. Rummaging around, he produced a wallet. Opening it he found a large amount in cash and he threw a quick look around to make sure nobody had seen that before he sent a quick thanks to Sam and he put it back in. Next, he took out the ID and smiled as he read the name James Olsen. Sam had probably suggested it, since he'd be more likely to answer to his middle name, but still wouldn't be too obvious.

There was only one with a picture, but it was in black-and-white and intentionally blurry, which he supposed he had Tuck to thank for. Putting the wallet back in the duffel, he came into contact with something soft and squishy. Taking it out, he had to stop himself from tearing up as he came face-to-face with Bearbert. Feeling his eyes start to water despite himself, he buried his face in the stuffed animal that smelled like Jazz and home.

He spent the next hour of the trip like this, curled up around the plushy until he felt the bus come to a stop and Danny had to put it back in the duffel. He walked down the bus steps to find himself in a rest area of a massive train station. From here, Danny knew he could go practically anywhere.

Danny turned resolutely away from the ticket stand and started walking towards the big interior mall. It was still open, despite its few employees looking bleary-eyed and tired, and Danny made a bee-line for the dye section. He took the colour closest to Jazz's hair, then grabbed a hoodie and a cap, before going to the check out and paying cash.

He exited the store and started to search for a one-person bathroom. The only one he could find was the accessibility toilet, and with a wince, he walked in and locked the door behind him.

Two hours later, Jimmy Olsen walked out of the bathroom, leaving behind him a garbage bin full of crushed box-dye, and a vague smell of ammonia and bleach. Walking up to the ticket stand, he booked a one-way ticket for the soonest departure and got himself an overpriced sandwich to munch on.

Twenty minutes later, he was sitting in a blue upholstered train chair, as the overhead intercom buzzed to life.

Attention passengers, we will be moving shortly. A reminder that this is the night train with last stop for Metropolis Grand Central Station. Please stay clear of closing doors. We wish you a happy commute!

Short DPXDC Prompts #538

Danny hides from the GIW. he goes undercover in Metropolis and takes up the name Jimmy Olsen. Today is his first day working as a photographer/copyboy in the Daily Planet.