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[gilbirda]

Friendly neighborhood vigilante. Chapter 30

BatmanxDP crossover. JasonxJazz

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“Alright,” Tim turned around on the chair, a dangerous glint in his eye, “first we are going to get a baseline.”

“A baseline of what?”

Jazz fidgeted, feeling suddenly very small under the gazes of Tim, Alfred, Jason and Cass. The rest were either busy or already out doing vigilantism.

“Of your abilities?”

“But— Sorry it's just…” Jazz tried to find out the punchline she was missing, “You already know? My powers?”

Tim stopped and she could see he was counting to ten in his head. “You never did a baseline of your abilities? With the paper on liminality I assumed —”

“Oh! That!” Finally she understood. “Well, not really? We always knew I wasn't a halfa or a ghost, so we never… All that mattered was that I could keep up.”

Jason and Cass shared a look, Tim mouthed the words “keep up”. Why was it such a big deal? She was liminal and she only needed to know how to compensate for the things she was lacking. Pandora's training was ruthless but she prevailed. Was there anything else that she should have checked?

“I mean,” she kept talking when the tense silence continued, “I shouldn't have changed a lot since we did the study? It isn't like my body has changed much since then… I feel the same.”

She hated that her voice became smaller as she spoke, her cheeks lighting up in embarrassment. She felt a little ridiculous amongst the heroes of the city, when she was just… She was just Jasmine.

Jason cleared his throat. “Why don't we start with me?”

Tim blinked in surprise. “Ok.” He cleared his throat. “We needed to update your records anyway.”

Maybe Jason thought she was scared? He took her hand when the others turned to check the screen as Tim typed away and looked for Jason's old records.

Jazz wasn't scared. She was… unsure.

What would they find out when she put numbers to what… to who she was becoming? Sure, she knew she was liminal, but she wasn’t an idiot — the time between her ectoplasm intakes was getting shorter, and she was breaking things more easily. It was not difficult to guess that her body hadn’t stopped changing since they found out she wasn’t human anymore. The worst of it had already happened, but she was left with constant changes towards her probable, but most likely, transformation into something else.

But she wasn’t scared.

Of course she wasn’t.

She was Jasmine Fenton, Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms.

***

“Now we check strength.” Tim said mostly for her, since she observed the curious device in Jason’s hand. “Jason, please squeeze—”

“As hard as I can, I know.” He was trying his best to not sound irritated, but Jazz could feel he was very done with being poked and asked and tested.

So far Jazz had taken it well. They started with noting her basic data and normal stuff like height, weight and age. Then it was her medical history, vaccines, any past injuries, etcetera — Hearing about Jason’s numerous injuries, and considering they were just the ones after he was back to life, was a bit daunting — and she was a bit ashamed to explain she didn’t have a lot of updates up until Frostbite insisted on keeping records for the royal family.

“Alright, whenever you are ready.”

Jason grunted as an acknowledgement and squeezed hard the device… whatever it was. Numbers showed up on the screens, oscillating for a bit before they flashed an average static number. Jason let go of the measuring instrument and Tim added the info to his file in a separate screen.

“Your turn, darling.”

Jazz nodded and took the instrument, testing a bit of its integrity. For a moment she feared she would break it, but Jason did seem to give his all and the thing didn’t break, and she knew what he was capable of.

“Ready.” She nodded at Tim and closed her hand as hard as she could—

CRACK!

Everyone blinked slowly at the pieces of metal falling from her hand, bent beyond recognition. Even Damian stopped what he was doing on the training mat to look at them.

“Uh…” Jazz carefully opened her hand, watching mesmerized as the remaining pieces fell to the ground. “Oops?”

A few beats of silence passed before Tim slapped his thighs, stood up, and opened a drawer.

“Let’s try it again,” he rummaged for a bit, “but with this one instead.”

In his hand, Jazz noticed was a sturdier version of the instrument, with a sticker with Superman’s logo on it.

***

“It’s been a minute since I trained.” Jazz rubbed her arm, feeling self conscious in her yoga pants and loose shirt. She bought them for her gymnastics classes, but she had been reassured that they were fine for Bat-training too. “So I may be very rusty.”

“That’s why we are starting slow.” Tim, who had temporarily taken the responsibility of her training, reassured her with a smile. “Bernie?”

The young man nodded and stepped into the mat with one of his blinding smiles. They had gotten to know each other more since this madness started, and she sometimes felt like Bernard was the only normal person in the whole place. Then he went on a rant not unlike her own about theories and observations about heroes and a few hours into their heated discussion she would realize you have to be a specific type of crazy to date one of the vigilantes of Gotham.

Jazz tilted her head, and turned to look at Jason. Both knew she was strong enough to do damage — she was not going to discuss what happened with the strength test, thank you — so she wasn’t sure that having her against a civilian was a good idea.

“I have had my own bat-training,” Bernard said, getting into position. “It was one the first things Bruce and Tim insisted once we made our relationship official-official.”

“Being with us immediately puts a target on your back.” Tim added at her obvious confusion.

“Because of the vigilante stuff?”

“And the civilian stuff.” The young hero tapped on his tablet, where he apparently was taking notes of her progress. “But I don’t think you’d have that specific problem with Jason. He is still, technically and legally, dead.”

Jazz glanced at Jason, feeling her cheeks burn a little at the thought of making them official-official. But he was more serious than before, even uncomfortable, refusing to look her in the eye.

She decided to shelf that reaction and ask about it sometime later.

“Okay. Show me what you got.”

***

Jazz could hold her own in a fight, and he already knew that. He had seen her fight.

But could she hold her own against one of them?

Jason watched closely as Jazz’s body got ready on the mat, her stance practiced, her core close to the ground. She said she was rusty, but he understood that some training gets so deeply ingrained in your head that it doesn’t matter how long it's been.

“Go.”

At Tim’s confirmation, Bernard lunged forward, hands ready. Jazz reacted a bit too late and got grabbed with way too much ease than expected.

Jason watched her blink from her place on the ground, where she had been tossed over blondie’s head.

“Huh.” She said, pushing her hair away from her face. “I am rusty.”

Of course Bernard was laughing and helping her up. “Happens to the best of us. Again?”

“Yes please.”

Tim took some notes on his tablet and nodded at them to start.

What followed was a series of grabs, throws and blocks that got progressively better. You could easily tell that Jazz had gone through the necessary training that rewires your brain, something very familiar to Jason, who still tended to jump like he learned to do in his Robin days.

Tim clicked his tongue, making him ask.

“She’s not very efficient.” He only gave as an explanation.

He was right. Jazz moved in a way that didn’t take advantage of her size and weight. She used a few too many movements and repositioning than she needed, and moved her extremities like she was a completely different build – maybe someone bigger and heavier, and he suspected that those Amazonians from the afterlife didn’t compensate for the fact that Jazz wasn’t as big as them.

Still, as the fight continued, Jazz moved faster and with more purpose, gracefully evading every attempt blondie made to get her on the training mat, and making the other eat shit every few hits.

When it was clear that Jazz’s actual training went beyond Bernard’s abilities, Tim called it off.

“Whew!” Jazz pulled back her loose hair, re-tying it in a low ponytail on the base of her head. “It has been a while.”

She looked radiant and barely had broken a sweat. Jason didn’t miss Bernard’s sideways look as she easily lifted him up with one hand, barely a hair out of place while he looked like he had been run over by a truck.

Jason chuckled as blondie switched places with Timmy, sitting down with the tablet, drinking from a water bottle he had brought down to the Cave.

“Alright,” Tim was all business, positioning himself on the training mat with a slight nod, “let’s see how you do against me.”

Jazz’s smile trembled a little, but she got ready again. This time her stance was more confident and her eyes ran over her opponent’s body looking for weaknesses.

Good.

“Begin.”

Tim didn’t immediately jump in, waiting to see what she would do. Jazz hesitated way too many times, giving the other enough opportunities to attack, but he stayed in place and only moved when Jazz tried to move closer.

Finally, she decided to make a leap, one hand ready to grab Tim’s shoulder. He was ready — Jazz telegraphed her moves way too much, making it easy to anticipate and counterattack. Still, Tim allowed her to get a grasp of his shirt before kicking her legs under her.

Her body slammed against the mat, knocking the air out of her lungs.

She giggled. “I had that one coming. Again?”

Jason watched her stand back up again, all smiles and a spring on her step. She liked this. She enjoyed fighting. And she was good at it, he conceded, given how quickly she adapted to her new opponent with a tiny smile on her lips.

Tim was fast, probably the fastest after Cass, and he was on the leaner side. It was a good idea to pair him up against Jazz since he could show her a more efficient way to use her body to her advantage.

In the second round, Tim held back a little bit less. He attacked first, already prepared to counter Jazz when she dodged him. She followed this time, ready for his quick kicks and keeping her feet firmly on the ground. Her grab was successful this time around, and she managed to throw the other over her shoulder with ease.

Tim recovered mid air and grabbed her as well, but she was catching on to his strategies and forced her way out of his arms in time.

They circled each other, analyzing each other’s movements.

Jason saw the moment Tim decided he wouldn’t hold back anymore. Jazz could clearly keep up, and while her training wasn’t up to their standards, she was good.

Tim lunged forward again, breathing controlled, performing a series of quickfire movements meant to overwhelm their opponent. Jazz blocked each one of them, and dodged the ones that she couldn’t block. She redirected, blocked and sidestepped as fast as Tim was dealing the blows, her speed increasing with the young man’s frustration when he couldn’t land a single hit.

Jazz was huffing, but her face remained focused on what was happening. Her speed turned inhuman the more the fight continued on. Was this how fast she had to learn to fight against ghosts?

Jason crossed his arms, watching her move with keen eyes. She was turning more efficient, adapting, dancing on the training mat with the other vigilante, keeping up with every movement. It was… beautiful.

He heard a gasp next to him, turning to look at what was happening to Bernard. He found him red to the roots of his hair, one hand fanning his face, eyes fixed on Tim.

Jason wanted to roll his eyes, but in his heart of hearts understood that there was a primal feeling there as he watched Jazz fight so hard, her muscles tense as she moved with precision.

He almost didn’t notice Tim’s sideways glance at his boyfriend, it was so quick and easy to miss, but Jazz got her chance and landed her first actual punch on Tim… launching him all the way to the other side of the training room and into a pile of boxes.

“Oh no!” She shouted, running towards the fallen vigilante. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t — I should have been more careful.”

The others, who had stopped to watch the display, joined Jason and Bernard as they approached Tim as well.

“I’m fine,” he groaned, trying to sit up amidst the chaos of broken cardboard boxes and the fabrics that were stored in them, “give me a minute.”

“I’m sorry…” Jazz kept mumbling, hands hovering over the other, as if she wanted to help but wasn’t sure if she was allowed to.

“It’s okay — ugh,” Tim had one hand over his stomach, where the punch had hit, “I should have paid more attention.”

Jason rolled his eyes again, ignoring Bernard and Tim’s meaningful glance. Ridiculous.

He grabbed Jazz’s arm and pulled her closer. “If he says he’s fine, then it’s fine. Don’t sweat it, darling.” He murmured close to her ear.

He felt her shiver, but she nodded and looked up at him, breathing heavily. “What do you think?”

Jason walked her back to where she had put down her water bottle and picked it up for her. He stalled, making a face like he had to think hard about what to say, enjoying her nervously sipping water while trying to act like she wasn’t affected by his opinion.

“You fight good.” He shrugged. “But you have a long way before you can take me.” He pointed his thumb at himself, puffing out his chest.

“That's what he said!”

Jason growled at Tim, who was watching them with a grin so wide and so stupid he wanted to punch right there right then.

***

Jason had barely stepped into the Cave when he heard Jasmine scream in pain.

“She’s with Timmy.” Dick didn’t look up from the documents he was reviewing next to the Batcomputer. “They’ve been at it all afternoon. Relax.”

“She’s fine.” This time it was Duke, eyes glued to the screen, as if the echoing hits and screams were barely more than background noise. “He’s been beating the shit out of her but she gets back up every time.” He pursed his lips in a pseudo-smile. “Respect.”

Jason’s instant reaction to go check what the hell Tim was doing to his girlfriend was stopped in its tracks by the nonchalant way those two behaved. Like it was old news. Like this wasn’t the first time Jazz got beaten up by the vigilante.

He almost expected to get mad. To feel the anger creep into his senses, thinking that they just didn’t care about her, that now that the novelty of the family’s black sheep’s beloved had passed she could become just another sacrificial lamb for the Cause.

But it didn’t happen. Maybe it was the knowledge that Jazz had proven capable of standing her ground against a Bat; maybe it was how her voice didn’t sound scared when she talked about her time at the Cave; maybe, just maybe, it was the way Jazz never mentioned a bad thing every time they discussed her training with the others.

Or it was all of that and the small smile curving Dickolas’ lips as he watched him clench and unclench his fists, waiting to see what he would do.

He decided to just huff and walk towards the training mat, not gracing them with any other response.

“Okay, I have to ask,” Jason could almost taste Timmy’s frustration, “you said you were good with the staff. That it is your main weapon.”

“And it is!” Jazz huffed.

“Why do you suck so much with your balance, then.” The other growled.

Jason walked into Tim softly hitting Jazz’ left foot further to the side, then another tap to her right hand. She immediately corrected, annoyed, looking at her extremities as if they were betraying her.

“And your range is all wrong, too.”

“I—”

“Again.” He didn’t wait for an answer.

Jason knew they knew he was there, watching, but he didn’t make any noise and let them do their thing. Tim had ended up taking Jazz under his wing so to speak — between their similar build and weapon of choice, and because he had recently done the same training for Bernard, he was the smartest choice.

He had to admit, the kid was good. A good fighter and a good teacher, if what he knew from Jazz and the other’s words was true.

Once again, Jazz ended up falling on her butt, her wooden staff flying out of her hands.

She huffed a stay lock of hair out of her face.

“I think I know what’s going on.”

She got back up and walked towards the other end of the training mat, knelt beside her gym bag and withdrew something shiny and metallic. She did something with her hand and extended the weapon — her staff. Jason vaguely remembered her using it to threaten Batman, and then while fighting the Spirit, but he never really paid attention to the weapon itself.

“This is what I use,” she twisted it around, walking back to Tim. “It’s a version of the one my mother… Maddie trained me with the staff, before.” Neither commented on how her voice got a little rough for a moment. “But then Danny and the others helped me modify one for all the things I’d need.”

“Can I?”

She nodded. “Is a bit heavy.” She warned, passing it on.

Jason watched Tim stumble forwards a little bit when she dropped it on his hands. “I see what you mean.” He frowned, re-balancing himself. He did a few test moves, clicking his tongue. “Then we need to train with this one.”

“Also…” Jazz trailed off, hand on her chin.

“Yeah?”

Jason leaned in. Dick and Duke stopped pretending they were working and turned to watch.

“Technically, it is a staff. But…”

The other nodded, giving the weapon back. Jazz nodded back, twirling her staff, breathing in.

“It also has a spear mode” — she clicked something and the top opened up and morphed into a red spear — “which is what I actually trained with the Amazons. I’m more used to the blade, if that makes sense?”

“Uh-huh.” Tim watched the new development, thinking.

“And then there’s War Mode.”

Without prompting, she clicked something else and the spear twisted itself further upwards, the staff opening up again to let side blades slide upwards, encasing the longer spear tip. It looked sharp and deadly, and Jazz seemed comfortable twisting and flipping the weapon around her body in practiced moves. Jason could see her in her armor charging into battle, pushing and slicing her enemies with the War Mode spear.

He quietly cleared his throat, but she heard him.

Giggling, Jazz made one more flourish just to show off, finishing with a strong slam against the floor like she did when confronting the Spirit of Gotham. Again, a wave of her power spread from the point of impact, less strong than what he felt back the other night, but still enough to push him back a little.

The Batcave lights flickered for a moment before everything turned off, including the computer. In the seconds before the backup generator kicked in, Jason saw something green in his field of vision.

When the power was back on, he realized he was looking at the apologetic smile of his girlfriend, trying to make her body look small in shame.

***

Duke decided he enjoyed the company. Jazz and he hadn’t had a lot of time together so he wasn’t sure how to approach his part of training, but she was easy to talk to and smiled freely.

Definitely not what he expected Jason’s girlfriend to be, but in a weird way, it made sense.

“Race you to that wall!” He shouted over his shoulder, confident that Jazz was able to hear him and see what wall he was referring to.

Duke ducked under some tubes on the building’s rooftop, playfully tapping on the metal. Almost a second later, he heard her make the same noise, hot on his heels.

Okay, let’s see what she has learned so far, he thought, preparing to make the jump to the next rooftop, bending his knees with practiced ease. He glanced back, seeing her land slightly off-balance, but it didn’t affect her speed. Instead, she picked up her pace and made it to run besides Signal. Impressive.

He watched her breathing hard trying to keep up, but she wasn’t a sweaty mess he expected her to be. Free running like vigilantes do is an amount of cardio that civilians couldn't master as fast as Jasmine was doing, but he expected that, being liminal and all. And apparently, the Princess of the Realm of the Dead.

Still, she didn’t have what it takes to win against a gothamite in their own turf. Duke smiled and made a sharp turn around an AC unit, rushing to the fire escape stairs and using the railings as a gymnastic bar to propel the extra distance to the last rooftop.

He turned, finding Jazz frozen in place, blinking at his move. She looked down at the fire escape stairs railing and back to where Duke was watching her, calculating.

He could see Dick’s training in the way she prepared her body and swung upwards, but her landing still needed a lot of work.

Regardless, she was a great student. He let her know so.

Her answering smile was radiant. “Thank you!” She controlled her breathing. “But there’s still a lot to learn.”

Duke hummed, shuffling his feet. In his opinion Jazz was almost ready to take on her mission, but of course the final verdict was Bruce’s. As much and everybody hated it, B was still Batman and they referred to his opinion when it affected all of Gotham.

If only he did the same with them, Duke thought, still bitter about how he kept him and Cass in the dark when he confronted Jazz. Bruce was his mentor, but that didn’t justify how he acted then.

Sometimes he wondered how things would have been if Bruce didn’t make a rash decision and confronted her like he did. Would Jason have introduced her to the others? Would Jazz and Danny open up like they did? Maybe it was a blessing in disguise to have everything out in the open — Jazz and Jason were cute, but dating one of the city heroes is at the very least a huge risk, and someone like Jason needed someone like Jazz to support him and keep up with the craziness.

“I can hear you thinking from here. Everything ok?”

There she was. Jazz offering a chance to talk about emotions. Maybe this was what Jason liked about her?

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I just think you are a godsend.”

Jazz blushed and looked away, but didn’t say anything.

“Really. It’s just…” he made a gesture that encapsulated her body. “Maybe you were what this family needed.”

Her face twitched into something Duke didn’t expect. “Why do you think that?”

“You brought Jason back — the family back. You don’t know how bad things were before you came along… Bruce really can’t communicate well and even though everybody knew he was worried about Jay it’s like,” he chuckled, rubbing his face, trying to find the correct words. He looked at the city, hearing the noises of Gotham going about their normal day. “Jason is happy. I didn’t know him before everything happened, but every time we met he was angry and bitter and, and you — you fixed him. I don’t know how you did—”

“Is that what all of you think?”

Duke blinked, confused. When he looked back at her, she had a difficult expression on her face. Angry, sad, disappointed. What did he say to get this reaction?

“What—”

“Do you all think this about him — about us?” Somehow Duke felt like she was holding back tears. “That I fixed him?”

“Yes— No? I don’t know?” He extended a hand, but Jazz stepped back. “I think you are a cool person and it doesn’t hurt that Jason is not angry all the time anymore.”

Jazz blinked, dumbfounded by his answer. She opened her mouth but nothing came out of it and she closed it again.

“Hey…”

“How could you say that?” Her voice was weak. She took another step back. “Do you even— Jason is—” something dangerous sparked green in her eyes and her aura.

“Jazz?” He tried approaching again.

Jazz lifted her hands, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, they were their usual teal, but it had edges that hadn't been there before.

“I’m not ‘fixing’ anything here. People don’t get ‘fixed’. Not Jason, not Bruce, and definitely not ‘fixing’ the mess of PTSD and trauma rampant in the costumed vigilantes of this city. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Understood?”

“Uh-huh.” Duke had never heard her speak like this before. Or looks this mad.

“What Jason decides to do with his family is not up to me. Don’t paint me like some kind of manipulative girlfriend—”

“I did not—”

“Yes! Yes, you did. Jason is who he is and he’s an amazing person and amazing boyfriend. I love how hard he tries and how much he loves — and that is the Jason I wish you knew. But I…” She stepped further back, glancing at their surroundings like a cornered animal. “I need to go. Thank you for today.”

He nodded, but couldn’t say anything when she turned and ran towards the way they came from.

What the hell had just happened?

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[king4queenv]

This idea has been stuck in my head for a while:

What if the reveal that Danny is a halfa goes wrong, and now Jazz is on the run with a de-aged Danny? Long story short, they end up in Gotham and, needing money, Jazz starts working at a bar as a singer.

Jason goes to the bar for some kind of business (this could also take place during his time as Prince of Gotham), and when he hears and sees Jazz sing on stage, he's captivated. (I’m imagining her singing Million Dollar Man by Lana Del Rey).

[zeestarfishalien]

Unwanted Farewells

[Day 5 DPxDC Week: Jason Todd // Soulmate AU // Funeral Rites ]

• Anger Management ship (Jasmine Fenton x Jason Todd) No relevant warnings beyond the usual DP stuff

Jazz has always had it the worst. Danny might have been the one to die but Jazz is the one who lost not only her soulmate, but her little brother too. It doesn’t matter that he’s still around, he knows the grief weighs on her sometimes. She overcompensates by being a massive mother hen and general pain in the neck but he tries not to get too upset with her about it.

With Dani with an “i” fresh out of high school and Jazz’s birthday coming up soon, he wants to do something special. He spends a lot of time bribing Ghost Writer in order to research his idea out.

It’s probably the most time and effort he’s put into a project that wasn’t about space.

Proposing the idea to her is the one big thing this all hinges on. He’s not 100% sure she’ll be on board with this but he’d like to try.

And trying is what kicks off the first part of his plan. It’s a little awkward to bring up the fact that he doesn’t have a grave and would like one. It’s almost physically painful to see the grief it brings to Jazz’s eyes. She tries to hide it but Danny has always been able to read her better than he lets on. It’s part of the process though. He needs her to see how this goes and feels. How it’s a celebration of life and honoring those who have passed and not just a somber reminder to the living of what they’ve lost. He needs her to see what it means to him. And what it would mean to her soulmate.

He makes the grave marker of course. They’re not about to buy one when he has the strength and abilities to carve it out himself. He makes sure that it’s vague unless you know him. No names, no identifying markers like age or dates. It’s simple and meaningful for him.

{May he rest here between walks among the stars, our friend and brother beloved}

From there it’s pretty much all fun and games. Literally.

Same brings the games while she has Tucker pack out the food. It’s a combination of some of Grandma Ida’s homemade desserts and various junk foods. Even Tucker brings some cookies his mom helped him figure out how to make.

Jazz is in charge of the drinks while Danny and Dani handled all the decorating. It’s a combination of solidified ectoplasm, his ice, and various flowers they’ve gathered and strung together in a flower chain.

It’s a smashing success and he sees something in Jazz release. Some niggling worry or grief she carried that is no longer there.

Now, he decides, it’s time for part two.

What throws part two for a loop is when Dani with an “i” brings up that she’d like a grave and proper funeral rites as well.

It’s not a setback. Definitely not when he sees how much more relaxed and content Jazz is at Dani with an i’s wake.

It’s only a couple days from her birthday when he brings it up. The funeral practices for soulmates are as varied as they are sacred. He proposes her options via a PowerPoint he put far too many hours into.

By the time he finishes rambling, she’s got this sort of startled look on her face.

He twists his shirt in his hands as he stands awaiting her judgement. The longer she’s silent, the more convinced Danny is that she’ll reject the whole thing and not talk to him for a month.

Okay, maybe a week but still a week is a long time.

Suddenly Jazz is crying and oh ancients he’s really messed up this time. She’s not even mad just straight up upset by his offer.

But then she’s hugging him, telling him she loves him, and thanking him.

It’s not as hard as Danny feared to actually track down the location of a Jason Todd who died before Jazz reached 16 (she never wanted to look him up before, didn’t want to know what she was missing) and the day before her 25th birthday Danny, Dani, and Jazz all pile into her little car to make the drive to Gotham, homemade foods in tow.

Danny and Dani made sure to swipe one of Vlad’s special rich dude credit cards to fund their trip and the stop at multiple flower shops to get enough flowers to make flower chains and crowns for all of them.

It’s closing in on evening, the day of Jazz’s birthday when they finally roll up and upload everything. They didn’t bring any lights, but none of them really need much light to see for eating food and drinking sodas. Jazz brought some jasmine tea and an extra cup to place on Jason’s grave. They make a funky, dark evening of it, but finally Jazz grows more somber and keeps taking long looks at the gravestone so Danny and Dani decide to make themselves scarce.

They’re about halfway across the cemetery when out of the shadows steps the looming menace of Red Hood.

“The fuck are you doing at that grave?”

It’s not his voice or his tone, but the sub vocal ghost speak that makes Danny and Dani freeze up ramrod straight.

That’s a revenant and they’re trespassing on his resting place without permission.

So of course like any sane person, Danny says something stupid. But he just can’t believe out of all the ridiculous coincidences to exist in the world, that Jazz’s soulmate is undead like him seems just too far to believe.

“Jason?”

Almost late despite having the day off work bc I had to go shopping and bc of where I live, shopping is essentially a full day affair. This is shorter than I’d like it but I also kinda enjoy where it ends XD imagine their next moments however you please or feel free to add onto this.

[theglamorousferal]

Persephone's Binding Part 12

Hardcover/Anger Management ship Sacrificial Bride au

AO3 Prompt Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

"Ellie!" Danny shouted and then sped towards the source of the surprise attack. The person he tackled had the sides of her head shaved with a short mohawk the same snow white as Danny. She had four black studs in one ear and three studs on the other side that were teal, orange and pink. She was in black and white winter gear that had studs and spikes on her coat, gloves and boots.

She giggled as they roughhoused in the snow. She was about the same height and build as Danny and that prompted Jason to ask Jazz. "She's the clone sister, right?" He turned to where she had been standing to find she wasn't there. He glanced around to see her standing to the side speaking with Frostbite in quiet voices. Frostbite's face was full of concern. He handed her a bag, set his hand on her shoulder, then turned to go back to the exam room.

Jason watched as Jazz's shoulders rose and then slumped. He approached her, "Jazz?" Her shoulders hiked to her ears. "Is everything okay?" She turned around quickly and she had schooled her expression to seem casual and at ease.

"Nothing you need to worry about. Just Regent stuff. Did I hear Ellie?" She sped past him, securing the bag on her shoulder. He narrowed his eyes, but let the issue drop.

"Yeah, is she the clone sister you were telling me about?"

"Yes she is! She must be here for her shots, it's been roughly three months I think." She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted in the direction of the flying figures, "Hey, big sis wants a hug you gremlins!" She handed Jason the bag before she was tackled into the snow by two black and white blurs. Laughter broke from the pile of figures and after a few moments Jazz's hand shot out from the mass.

Jason helped her stand leading to them suddenly standing very close to each other and Jason looking up into those perfect teal eyes with flecks of luminescent gold swirling in them. Some of her hair began to float about them before twin coughs startled them both enough that they stepped away from each other.

Jason glared at Danny who put on a smile of innocence perfectly mimicked by Ellie. Jazz brushed the snow from her coat before reaching out for the bag. "So, Ellie, are you planning on staying for a little while before heading out again? Also where's Dante?"

Ellie blew the hair that had come loose from her mohawk out of her eyes before responding. "Yeah, I was planning on sticking around for at least a week since I heard about this whole 'sacrifice' thing." She seemed to bare her teeth at Jason before rolling her eyes. "As for Dante? Him and Skulker bet each other that they could break outta Walker's first a few days ago, I give them another day or two before we see them at all."

"Cool, so Ellie, this is Jason, he's the one who got sacrificed, we are still doing some research on what ritual was used so we can figure out how to break it so we can send him back to his home dimension."

Danny's innocent smile turned to a smirk. "I mean, we still gotta figure out which one he's from to be able to send him back. That could take a while. I say we make the most of it. Once Johnny's done with your bike, we'll do a little tour of my favorite places in the Realms. Probably can get that shard that's messing with your core taken care of too. I'm sure that Pandora would be willing to remove it if you agree to spar with her and introduce her to the Amazons you know once we find where you're from."

Jason's glare had changed to a smile, he turned to Jazz. "Maybe we can take a day and go to the Boardwalk?"

She had a wistful look on her face. "I wish I could, but duty calls I'm afraid. Which reminds me, we should head out soon. Ellie, are you coming with us?"

"Yeah, Frostbite cleared me this morning, I was just waiting for y'all to show up. I already put my backpack in the Speeder."

Jazz smiled. "Great, let's head out then, I have something that I need to take care of when we get back."

The other three watched as she marched herself towards the ship. They shared a look. Danny looked away first, biting his lip as he followed his sister. Jason and Ellie traded confused and alarmed faces before following.

The return trip was spent discussing places that Danny and Ellie wanted to show Jason while Jazz slowly reduced her white-knuckled grip in the wheel.

[ladyredmoon13]

DCxDP prompt

Bubble Bubble.

Honestly, this wasn’t how Jason saw his day going, but at least it was interesting. Chained up and bound to two of his siblings while a cult surrounds them chanting was certainly not the first thing on his to-do list that day. Or any other for that matter.

Mostly he just wanted to know how these assholes got ahold of what he would describe as jellationuse Lazerus water to make a summoning circle.

The cultists keep chanting and the next thing he knows there's a green light and a splash as he hits water. Sitting up Jason sees that somehow he and his siblings have ended up a large spacious Roman bath.

Hearing a voice clear Jason looked behind him to see a gorgeous redhead with crystal blue staring at them in a mix of baffled curiosity and annoyance.

"You boys better have an amazing explanation for this." She said.

-------

Jazz was stressed. Her job increased her hours with no notice, her new roommate skipped out on rent, AGAIN; and her midterms were canceled because half the college campus were the victims of a fear Gass attack.

Her brother seeing her tence shoulders and bags under her eyes proclaimed then and there that she should have a spa day.

She was prepared to refuse till he mentioned that his castle had recently gone through renovations and he had completely upgraded the old bath. Adding in heated floors, massage chairs, and jets that basically turned the large bath into one ginormous jacuzzi.

How was she supposed to turn that down?

So she took him up on his offer and had a spa day at her brother's castle. By all means, everything was going great, fantastic really. She had a deep tissue massage and a mud mask. The servants that Danny had assigned to her for the day gave her a manicure and pedicure before serving her a delicious lunch.

She had just started to relax in the downright huge bath. Letting the jets work their magic while surrounded by mountains of bubbles. When three people appear out of thin air and land with a splash in the center of the bath.

She couldn’t have just one day, could she? Well, at least one of them was cute. Now where were the towels?

[crazycatgirl420]

Saving Daylight

Dpxdc I'd like to explore some Civilian drama. Secrets are secret for a bit more and They've all got more stakes and sacrifices because their civilian lives are a bit more significant to them.

Dani/Damian, Jazz/Jason,

5-year-old Danny, single mom Jazz, Dan raises Dani, Dan and Jazz are siblings? At least legally, I'll see how it goes as I write.

Part 1: idk how to start things in a dc civilian setting, as my first attempt at this approach hopefully it's not too rough.

Part 2

Damian didn't have much of a civilian life. All his friends were heroes too so there wasn't much point in it beyond collaborating the alibis of his relatives. And the whole legality thing.

Which is to say he was not the most social or friendly of his classmates at Gotham Academy. When a girl, Danica V. Nightingale illegitimate daughter of Vladimir Masters currently lives with her custodial parent Dante Nightingale and her cousins Jasmine and Danny Fenton, tossed a folded up piece of paper on his desk he wasn't expecting it, or did he really care what it said. But as she was getting scolded by the teacher he unfolded it anyway.

Do you love me? Do you want to be my friend? And if you do then don't be afraid to take me by the hand, I think this is how love goes. Check Yes or No.

The teacher took the note and tossdd it into the trash as he grabbed Miss Nightingale. She glanced at him as she was dragged out of the classroom. Her gray blue eyes gleaming with humor, her lips twisted into a smirk and her eyebrow raised. Taunting him? Questioning?

Was this some kind of civilian challenge? To what end? To hold hands? Damian wasn't sure what the point of it all was.

If he did hold her hand occasionally would he understand the strange significance they all put on their civilian lives?

-

Jason was nervous. He'd asked a woman on a date. She is waitress at a small cafe he went to sometimes with his lieutenants. He thought she'd turn him down. The guys were expecting it to. She checked him out and accepted.

Now he was standing in front of an apartment, listening to her, Jazz, talk inside.

"Be nice for Uncle Dante," she said. "I'll be back after you go to bed, remember to brush your teeth-"

"Ma, you know this won't matter. You'll open the door and he's gonna see me and run away."

"Danny-"

"No, it's true. I ruin everything for you."

Jason knocked on the door. Jazz opened it, and he saw a pouty faced kid on the entry step.

A single mother, in her early twenties, with a kid of four or five years old.

Jason made a split second decision, and glanced at Jazz before he held his hand out for the kid to shake.

"I'm Jason," he said. "Would you like to come with us to the movies?"

The wide-eyed surprise on the kid's face, and the awed smile on Jazz's assured him this was a good idea.

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: On Campus

One of the things that April is an awareness month for is community college. So, have some fanfic with student//teacher characters or a school setting.

Mahogany (AO3) - "Shepard and squaddies are students at the elite Galactic Training Academy. (Think Starfleet meets Hogwarts. In space.) Reapers have been dead for hundreds of years, but there are still plenty of baddies out in the galaxy. Shepard-in-training rises to the occasion, with the aid of her squad and a certain snarky flight student. Currently Rated M for language and mature situations."

The Night Will Come but Not to Stay (AO3) - "Jazz is excited about going to Gotham University for college. It's halfway across the country from Amity Park and anyone who knows about her weird family or ghost nonsense. Finally, she can pretend to be a normal woman who just wants to go into psychiatry. She meets a cute guy named Jason, and they seem to be getting along great."

Form 23-C: Application for a New Roommate (AO3) - "After battling ninjas, aliens, madmen, mafiosos, other heroes and death itself, Jason was about to face his most unknown foe yet: a normal life. It's fine. He'd always dreamed of going to college and for once reality sort of lived up to expectations. He loves the classes, he can handle the workload and his cases too. His roommate is a total douche, but whatever. Jason's fine, he's got this. Then he meets his roommate's brother. Jason totally doesn't have this."

Holy Romantic Overtures, Batman! (AO3) - "After the heist of a lifetime, henchman!Jason decides to go legit and enrolls in college. The last person he expected to see there was Robin, and he certainly didn’t expect to fall for him either. But somehow it all works out. Maybe it’s all the labels?"

campus cryptid vs. future valedictorian (AO3) - "Mara Glass did not care about "weird hot guy," the supposed "campus cryptid." She had heard of him her first couple years and had him pointed out to her by a classmate once, but what was there to notice? Okay, he was probably thirty, a nontraditional student, so what? There were a number of those around. Apparently he was hot--well congrats to people who were into people, they could keep him. And if you asked Mara, from her extremely objective perspective, those Disney-green eyes were doing a lot of heavy lifting. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about a thirty-something guy who didn't talk about himself to twenty-year-old classmates. He probably had, like, a real life. There were rumors he was married, although Brittany noted that the only reason people thought that was because one time someone heard him finish a phone call with, "You light the candles, I'll bring dinner. I love you." None of that was remotely interesting to Mara. He sounded like a normal person, and she wished people would shut up about him. Then in third year, she had a history class with weird hot guy."

Bonus: Scholastic Nightmare (AO3) - "Nara Sayuri, a religious studies major from a traditional household, would be hard pressed to come up with a worse nightmare. It was her first time presenting a paper at a conference and apparently her paper was so wrong that one of her ancestors - a deified ancestor, the Shikabane-hime herself - came down from the heavens specifically to point out how off base Sayuri was."

[ectoentity]

The Night Will Come but Not to Stay 5

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman

Rating: T

Words: 4,635

Relationships: Anger Management (Jason/Jazz)

Characters: Jason Todd, Jazz Fenton

Other tags: meet cute, Alternate Universe - College/University, but NOT a no powers/no superheroes au, jazz is a psychopomp, Fluff, Demisexual Jason Todd, Slow Burn

Summary: Jazz is excited about going to Gotham University for college. It’s halfway across the country from Amity Park and anyone who knows about her weird family or ghost nonsense. Finally, she can pretend to be a normal woman who just wants to go into psychiatry. She meets a cute guy named Jason, and they seem to be getting along great. Jason finally decided to put aside his vigilante work long enough to get a degree. He’s learning how to be a normal person again, with a family that cares for him. He’s even made a few civilian friends, including a cute girl named Jazz. Surely, nothing could come up that would reveal their other lives to each other.

(On AO3)

[thomasblintmasterofnone]

Part 3 is done, part 4 will start soon

[gaddaboutgriffon]

Same. Would love an update on it but to be fair I don’t have an idea what to do next in it either. Feels like it needs a new monkey wrench thrown into the plot. Maybe Talia wanted to check up on Damian and Jason and discovers she now has grandchildren. because she kind of adopted Jason while he was in the league.

DC X DP fic idea: Congratulations! It's Triplets!

Jason Todd can't remember half the crazy shit he did when he returned from the dead. There were a few years when his memory gaps were so significant lost he honestly forgot what year it was.

So he's not surprised he did some dumb shit where he was less weapon and more power-hungry teen.

He doesn't remember Jazz Fenton that well, but he does remember waking up next to her, making her breakfast as a thank-you for the fun night, and slipping away before she could ask too many questions. Logically he knows that leaving before she woke up was a bit of a asshole move but he hadn't cared back then.

He had thought he would never see her again.

Imagine his surprise when she enters a youth space program WE is running five years later. By this point, he had calmed most of his pit rage and had reconnected with his family. Bruce had even legally made him alive again so he's there as Brucie's second oldest.

Tim had practically shoved him as one of the heads of the program since Jason had rapidly developed the image of being the most Charity drive Wayne.

The point was to help city kids go on clear sky trips and co-work with NASA to help children who love the stars get closer to them.

Jason knew that Jazz, a woman of twenty-three, would have no reason to be present since the program was for kids ages four to twelve.

But the three dark hair blue, eye triplets that were dragging her around the booths indeed did.

By the looks of the triplets, they were five to six-year Olds.

Jason also noticed another thing about them. They were exact copies of himself and five years ago was the last time he saw Jazz before slipping away.

It wasn't possible right?

Trying not to bring attention to himself, he followed them through the event, noting every little gesture the children made. With each passing second he saw more and more of himself in them. Once the lights were dimmed for the crew to project an exploding star on the walls and ceiling, he could creep close enough and steals three hair samples.

Later he would test the DNA against his own and find himself staring at the results with slight horror.

He's a father to triplets and left their mother alone to raise them on her own. Jason needed to fix this as soon as he could.

(Danny, Dani and Dan get de-age after a misguided attempt to take the throne from Danny by a ghost whose extraordinary power was to revert people into a weaker stage and attack them. Luckily even as small children, they were able to defeat her. Unfortunately, they would have to regrow the human way to return to their ages.

Clockwork offers them a different dimension for them to age in, explaining it run crazy slow compared to thier own. One year in the other world would be a week back home.

They talk to Jazz who agrees to take emergency leave from work after faking a terrible accident with her brother, and she hopes over to Earth-slightly-to-the-left to find a house suitable for re-raising her siblings. There she realizes this is her chance to enjoy her youth too.

She has her first one-night stand.

She doesn't tell them when they hope over, and all of them go about life as simply as they can in a city as dangerous as Gotham.

They find out later that there is even a slight version of their family here though it's primarily due to someone on their dads' side of the family messing up the family tree by marrying someone different than their great-grandfather

Instead of Fentons, the versions of their family name is, Evans. Crazy.

Even more Crazy is that they return home after a week-long camping trip through a NASA-based program to find Bruce Wayne at their doorstep, a team of lawyers behind him, and Jason Todd holding flowers next to him.

He thinks he's the father of the three because that's what the DNA pulls since it's a version of them and when Jazz is so worried about collapsing the timeline and getting on Clockworks bad side she plays along.

She later finds out from a very calm Danny that Jason is not related to them. It's just that their comeback from the dead rearranged all three of their DNAs, so Jason was merely matching there. Jazz testing herself against Jason proves this to be true.

Dan and Dani? They just wanted a rich dad who showered them with gifts in an attempt to make up for missing six years of their lives.

Danny just wants Jazz to admit she's in love with Jason.

Abd Jazz? Well, she just wants to be a good guardian for them and hopes she can pretend to be Jason's baby mamma until they can hope back home.)

[dcxdpdabbles]

Jazz: Hi Honey!

Jason: ?

Jazz: This is my boyfriend, the one I was talking about so I really can't give you my number.

Creepy guy: Is he really your boyfriend?

Jason catching on: Yeah, I am. You got a problem?

Creepy guy: No, no, no. I can see she's already claimed for. Sorry didn't mean to overstep. I'll go. *runs away*

Jazz: *Angry Huff* Claimed!? Like I'm a thing!? Agh!

Jason: Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?

Jazz: I'm fine. He was annoying more than anything. Creep followed me from the subway station on the seventh.

Jason: That's far.

Jazz: Yeah, if you didn’t help, I was going to break my promise with my brother and send the creep to the hospital, then get arrested again.

Jason: You have a criminal record?

Jazz: Whats with that tone?

Jason: Sorry, you don't look the part. I mean no offense, but you're dressed like you work in a library.

Jazz: I do work in a library. I am also a highly trained ghost hunter, and humans are far easier to hurt than ghosts.

Jason smiling: Oh? How so?

Jazz: For one thing, humans don't usually notice when I disarm them. *Holding up Jason's guns*

Jason: Wha- when did you-!?

Jazz: *Handing them back* See? I'm dangerous. Anyway, see you around, Motorcycle Boy.

Jason: Motorcycle Boy?

Jazz yelling over her shoulder: I picked you to be my fake boyfriend because you looked good on that bike. Stay hot, Motorcycle Boy!

Jason watching Jazz flip her hair over her shoulder and walk away: I'm going to bring that girl home to Alfred.

[gilbirda]

Personal coach Red Hood

Idea by @impyssadobsessions where Jazz needs a personal trainer from a gotham hero and chooses red hood. Eventual ship content. This is more of a setting so far but i have ideas. I accept ideas too, im just balling

I'm going to try a more chill and lax posting with this bad boy. I feel like my rigid way of organizing is making me feel restricted so this will be 1000% vibes and let's see where it goes.

Part 2

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Jazz knew this was a stupid idea. Dangerous. Suicidal, maybe, depending on who would answer her call. But she still had to try.

You may be wondering how a twenty something young woman ends up following Gotham heroes around with a notepad. She wasn’t looking for an autograph, or for the latest scoop on the heroes, trying to uncover their secrets.

She was actually writing down their patterns and observations in behavior, trying to map their patrol routes and create a decent enough file and expectations of the heroes.

What did she need the information for?

She needed a personal trainer.

No, not the kind you hire at the gym. She already tried that and it didn’t work. She also tried MMA, and kickboxing and just to see if she could do it, Judo. All were interesting and gave her a pretty good picture of what her body was capable of, and a guesstimate of her physical limitations.

But no. She needed something else, something more… tailored for what she actually needed the training for.

She needed to intern with a hero. The term “sidekick” felt wrong for what she had in mind, since she didn’t want to be that hero’s trainee forever. Or was interested in the current superhero scene at all. They were doing just fine without her.

She just… she felt left out. Danny was amazing but he didn’t need her, not as much as she would have liked. He was a hero, and a pretty good one, but he wasn’t in any place to train her. Not that he wanted to, since he usually avoided her every time she brought it up.

Her baby brother was all grown up and he didn’t need his older sister anymore. 

Jazz shook her head. She was being ridiculous. Danny would always need her — she just needed to do her homework and keep up with him on her own. If she just trained enough and could hold her own in ghost fights, she was sure Danny would be grateful and appreciate her support. Who knows, maybe he would be happy that he didn’t need to be wary of ghosts day and night, and actually rest and focus on his neglected studies.

She yawned, lamenting another night that looked to be a bust. Maybe the heroes were busy tonight? Maybe they were on a big mission away? Unlikely that all of them were away, there were usually at least a few of the Bats flying around the city.

Why Gotham, you may ask? Of all the funny-dressed crime fighters on Earth, why these people? 

Easy.

They were human.

That piqued Jazz’s interest. She had been between the Arrows and the Bats, but finally chose the Bats because Gotham had one perk over Star City: unlimited supply of ectoplasm. The place was almost as coated in the thing as Amity, which she was grateful for. It saved her from going back and forth to places rich with ghost activity and fishing blobs to eat.

Don’t ask too many questions about the consuming blob ghosts part. It was a necessary evil.

However, it’s been a few months and all she got to show for her efforts was a notepad filled with scribbles she painstakingly copied to her computer and a lot of frustration.

Until one night she caught Red Hood alone as he checked his phone. She waited until he was done texting — she had manners thank you very much — and jumped in front of him before he had the chance to grapple away.

“Hi— oof.” 

Thanks the ancients for her reflexes and Judo training, she blocked Hood's punch and following kick. It would probably bruise but it wasn't the end of the world.

“What the fuck?” 

“Hi,” she tried again, “I'm Jazz.”

He didn't punch her again, which she took as a good sign. Instead, he took a step back and squared up like he was expecting a fight.

“I’m not looking for a fight,” he scoffed but let her continue speaking, “I’m looking for… I guess you’d call it a mentor? That sounds weird… A personal trainer? No, that’s wrong too. Hm, I wonder if there’s a word for ‘person who is the only one that can teach you very specific information in a field of interest that legally, or otherwise—’.”

Red Hood cleared his throat, making her jump.

“Are you for real?”

“Yeah? I am real.”

Hood looked at her in silence for a few moments. Then, he sighed and rubbed one gloved hand against his helmet. 

“Listen, girl.”

“Jazz!”

“Jazz,” somehow she got the impression he grumbled, but the voice modulator did its job really well, “I have things to do, ok? Crimes to stop and stuff. So… yeah. Goodnight.”

He turned around and picked the grapple gun from inside his jacket.

“Wait!” 

He jumped and misfired the gun, hitting the wall of the building instead of the roof, like he was supposed to. As the gun recalled the rope, he looked over his shoulder at her. Jazz understood he was glaring at her, she could feel the daggers on her skin.

“Hear me out, ok?” He didn’t move or said anything. “I need— I have tried hiring a trainer, at… back at the gym. You know? But that wasn’t enough. I think I need to train with an actual hero—”

“Listen,” the word was accompanied by the hook of the grapple clicking into place, “whatever it is you are looking for, you definitely are not going to find it with me. So. Scramble.” 

He made a shooing gesture with one hand and aimed the gun without looking, shooting it and amazingly enough, hitting the edge of the rooftop. He made a salute as he was launched to the air at high speed.

Jazz didn’t follow, mesmerized by the skill. Hood landed with a flip and without breaking momentum, started running to the next rooftop, jumping impossible lengths. The way he moved was confident, powerful and measured.

She wanted to do that. She needed Red Hood to train her.

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[king4queenv]

Red Hood was bleeding out in an alley after a bust gone wrong, and Jazz was kneeling next to him, trying to stop the bleeding.

Jazz: “Quick, what’s your type?”

Red Hood: “Tall redheads who can break me in half.”

Jazz: “...”

Jazz: “Cute, but I meant your blood type.”

Red Hood: “Oh... um... red.”

He proceeds to pass out.

[satisfactionbroughtmeback]

Dp x Dc AU: Not exactly a meet cute between Jazz and Jason.

Jason's had a long night of beating the shit out of a gang that dared to sell in his territory, the last thing he needs is the Bats on his tail. He can always sense them when he leaves Crime Alley- they watch for him. Waiting for him to fail. It pisses him off.

So Jason shakes his tail, he's pretty sure it's the demon brat, parks his bike, removes his helm and heads into the loudest bar he can find, ditching his mask along the way. There are no camera's and there was no one watching, so Jason just looks like any other angry frat guy at the bar. Well, he supposes that the Leather jacket might be a stand out.

He grabs a drink, and looks at the time. Jason just needs to wait out the chance that a baby bird saw his bike and hope that curfew kicks in before this has to be a 'conversation'. Besides, the music is good and despite all the people, the crowd is pretty behaved.

"Hi! I'm so glad you're here!" A woman approaches, he can tell she's had a few drinks from her walk but her eyes scream sobriety and fear. She's tall in her flats, her hair looks disheveled (from dancing maybe) and her outfit screams 'this is the one fun black top I own'. She's beautiful and her approaching him might've been a wet teenage dream if his suspicions weren't immediately raised.

"I certainly am here." Jason replies, a smirk set into his features easily and as he straightens out his back he can see the three men watching the back of her head like predators. They're wearing super lame white hoodies and coats, like they're organized somehow.

"That's why you're my hero! Always ready to grab me at a moment's notice! Any chance you'll be good to leave after you finish that drink?" Her eyes are pleading but she keeps the same happy smile and joyful tone the whole time.

"Nah, no worries about the drink. It was cheap and I was just getting bored with it anyway. " Jason explains, setting his glass down on the counter. He's mentally photographed the three creeps, "Did any of your friends also need a ride home?"

"Nope! They all got in an uber... without me. So they'll be just fine!" She explains and there is an anger in her eyes that clearly meant she was telling the truth. Her hands are straightening out his jacket collar, making it look like they're more comfortable with each other than just strangers. She lays her hands flat on his chest once her task is completed and Jason feels his throat go dry.

"I'm always telling you to find better friends. Now c'mon, I parked out back." he wraps an arm around her waist, though its not tight, and peers over his shoulder. These guys weren't going to leave without a fight it seems, Dumb, Dumbie and Dumber are all watching her with evil in their eyes.

The two of them walk out and before she can even say thank you, the door swings back open and she's sucker punched one of the assholes and Jason's pulled his gun out for the other two.

"You gents are gunna go home, or you're gonna end up in the dirt. Pick." Jason growls. Not taking him seriously at first, he shoots one dudes foot and the last one standing looks like he might pass out. He picks up his fallen comrades and backs away into the bar.

"For ancients sake those dudes were trying to traffic the hell out of me." She sighs, and Jason holsters his gun.

"Yeah no shit. You okay?" Jason inquires.

"I will be. I'm Jazz, thanks for saving me Hood."

"I'm no-"

"You're literally leaning comfortably on Red Hoods motorcycle that still has his helmet perched on it. No one would do that unless they were suicidal or him." She challenges, but then a look changes in her eyes and she almost looks nervous "But still, do you uhm, wanna get out of here?"

He blinks. She was trying to pick him up? AFTER finding out he was a crime lord??

The answer is that yes, Hell Yes, Jason does want to get out of here. None of the Bats will bother him while he has a civilian, not at the diner he takes her too and certainly not while he's taking her back to one of his safe houses.

Jason had expected one of his siblings to show up in the morning and cause a ruckus. He hadn't planned for a dude to let himself into his kitchen screaming about government agencies tracking Jazz down that wasn't related. Turns out it's her brother and he's floating and no he's not going to explain why he's there or how he found them.

Jazz has a lot to explain to the both of them and it starts with "So I can admit that I have a thing for motorcycle guys-"

[theglamorousferal]

Persephone's Binding Part 13

Hardcover/Anger Management ship Sacrificial Bride au

AO3 Prompt Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

"Raven said she can be here in an hour." Dick prompted as he read the message on his communicator. He was hanging upside down from a trapeze set up in the Batcave after having run through a routine to work out some frustration.

The cultists had been frustratingly vague, and the guy who could read it had bitten his own tongue to keep from talking. The leader had said something about gaining a boon from a king for sacrificing a powerful warrior who already had death magic associated with them. As Red Hood is a powerful crime lord and vigilante, he was considered a powerful warrior. They're still not sure how they would have found out he was death-touched though.

What does death-touched even mean? Dick thought. I'll have to ask Rae when she gets here.

"Any luck with the book Tim?" He yelled out to where Tim was downing yet another energy drink while trying to read the book they had acquired earlier. A grunt of frustration and the sound of an empty can hitting the side of the recycling bin was his only response.

Dick flipped himself down and went to read over his shoulder. At first, the letters seemed like gibberish with a few things here and there that looked familiar. Dick reached for the book from Tim's hands, who squawked in response, but gave the book anyway. He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the page, and slowly the words started to make sense.

"This ritual grants power to those-" The letters seemed to move as he tried to read. "The more powerful the sacrifice, the more power gained." It was like reading a language he knew only part of and was trying to make sense from context clues. "Only one of our kingdom may be given as sacrifice." He turned the page and it showed two blurry spheres seeming to merge with each other. "The sacrifice is bound for eternity to the ruler of our Realms." He couldn't make out the subject of the next sentence. "-power will become twofold as their souls are bound to each other."

"How did you manage to read that? I've been staring at it for the last hour!" Tim had his fingers buried in his own hair in frustration.

"I don't know, it's like the letters moved so I could read them. Not well mind you." He skimmed over the pages again. "I'm still missing words though."

"Ugh, whatever, I'm logging what you've read so far." Tim moved over to the Batcomputer and brought up a report file to start filling out.

Dick leafed through the book, not trying to read anything as he was starting to get a bit of a headache from it and just looked at the sketches and paintings in the book. One page had what appeared to be a seasonal calendar. It had two solstices and two equinoxes. There were different symbols for each, likely holidays wherever 'our kingdom' was. There were two other symbols on the line, one moving faster than the other.

The sound of the Zeta echoed throughout the 'Cave announcing Raven's arrival.

"Okay, lets see if we can bring him home. Let me see the book." Raven demanded as soon as she arrived, floating quickly to where Dick stood with the book.

He handed it over and she began reading, sitting crisscross in the air. A notepad and pen that were on the desk next to Tim floated over, surrounded by the black energy that indicated Raven's powers. The pen began taking notes as Raven read, and it seemed as though she actually could.

"You can read it no problem? I had issues with it and Tim couldn't read it at all." Dick asked. The pan paused and Raven herself froze and looked at him.

"You could read this?" Her eyes narrowed.

Dick swallowed. "Um, yeah? It was hard to do, and I missed some words, but I could read it."

"Richard Grayson, when did you die?" Raven growled out.

Dick's eyes went wide and he swallowed again. "Um, a while ago? It was brief, just my heart stopping to keep a bomb from going off, I was resuscitated immediately afterwards." He frantically told her.

"Hmm." Her eyes narrowed further into a proper glare. "We will be discussing this later."

"Why do you ask?"

She sighed. "Only people who are death-touched can read this book. It's in the language of the dead. I'm assuming since yours was brief it means you aren't fully fluent. I was gone for however long it was between me being sacrificed and you bringing me back, so I can read it fine."

"So death-touched means someone who has died and come back?" At his question she nodded. "How would the cultists have known that Jason was death-touched?"

"It's a low-level necromancy spell, easy enough to learn." She turned back to the book before closing it. "So, good news, he's not dead, or at least, he still exists." She glanced over her notes again. "Bad news, he's been wife-sacrificed to the King of Ghosts." She sighed. "Worse news, is it's extremely difficult to summon anyone from the Realms as most beings there are extra-dimensional. It's going to be next to impossible to summon him back."

[blueknightdg]

Danny, slamming the door open to Jazz’s work: THE CHEESE WON!

Jazz: Pictures or it didn’t happen!

Danny explains the third generation war between the cheese and the hotdogs, telling her about a brutewurst spy among the masses inciting rebellion, but was caught and publicly executed, but there was something more brewing underneath.

Danny: Her royal cheesiness brought in a broccoli lover.

Jazz: No!

Danny: Yes, and she conspired not only to take over as Reagent but to Also end the war with a weapon so powerful the hotdogs and the asparagus had no choice but to concede.

Jazz: Not the asparagus! They just settled in and haven’t even established a hierarchy yet!

Danny, solemn: I know, the squash and tomatoes didn’t take kindly to their place in the vegetable drawer, they were taken captive and sold as replaceable warriors.

His tale gets interrupted.

Jason: What the hxll are you two talking about?

The Fenton siblings look at each other: DND Campaign.

I feel like a food based dnd campaign would be a great cover if they want to talk about their favorite soap opera.

Danny: By the way, the eggs were slaughtered last night. Found their remains all over the fridge walls, detective ham believes it could only be the work of his arch nemesis, the sleeping turkey.

Jazz: Ham and Eggs, a classic pair. But sleeping turkey is too obvious of an answer, think he was framed?

Danny: Don’t know, sleeping turkey’s being detained as we speak and get this, the pineapple slices are advocating for sleeping turkey’s release.

Jazz: Suspicious…..

Jason: Your DND campaign is crazy.