#Jazz is Barbara Gordon

[bet-on-me-13]

If Jack is Bruce, then maybe Maddie is...

So! In most stories where Jack Fenton is an alternate universe version of Bruce Wayne, they have Maddie as an Alternate Talia or Selena. But I propose a different path.

We already have another Red-Headed, Serious, good a fighting, can keep Bruce in check, person in Gotham that we can use.

Maddie Fenton, is a Genderswapped version of Commissioner Gordon.

She's a little younger than her alternate self, and much crazier, but otherwise she's pretty much identical to him. No Nonsense, Intelligent, Caring, Protective, and wanting to make the World/Gotham a better place for their Kid(s).

This of course means that Jazz is an alternate Barabara, and Danny is either an alternate Damien or an Alternate Cass (since Barbara and Cass have a sibling-type relationship)

Just a fun idea I had.

[deadsetobsessions]

Gothic mushroom shaped candles. Danny picked one up, grinning. Sam would have love these on her alters. Very Sam, very Gotham.

It a bit bittersweet, now that he could think of her without being paralyzed by crushing grief. Her and Tucker both. Danny turned, keeping an eye on Tim as he glared into the case of used cameras.

Danny walked over and tried not to feel guilty about practically mooching off of a child. Even if the money he was using was actually the Drakes’.

“Like anything you see?”

Tim shook his head. Danny pondered over what little he knew of photography- all of which he learned from documentaries that were more focused on nature.

“I think there might be a camera store a couple of blocks down. We could get the ones that takes photos of animals, like the really big ones that takes photos of wildlife?”

“I guess. I mean, I don’t need it since we can…” Tim glanced around suspiciously. Danny willed his mouth to not smile at Tim’s antics. “Fly close,” the kid finished in a whisper.

“Okay, but what about when I’m not there?”

Tim hunched up on himself and Danny despaired inwardly. Uh oh, what did he say now?”

“Are you going somewhere?” Tim quietly asked, sounding hurt and upset.

“No,” Danny soothed, patting Tim on the head. I mean, what if I’m busy with stuff but you want to go take pictures without me?”

“You said to go get you whenever I wanna go out to take pictures.”

“Okay, yeah, I- well, we might as well get you a quality camera, right? To take really really good pictures of the… local wildlife. Like… the birds and the bats, and all that.” Danny winked exaggeratedly.

Tim blinked and giggled when he got the joke. “Okay, as long as you’re staying!”

Danny grinned, fangs and all. “Of course.”

——

At the end of their shopping spree, generously provided and sponsored by the Drake family and their heavy black card, Danny got a phone and Tim got a wild life camera that was a whopping $4,000 but was compact enough to not look absolutely ridiculous.

“It’s heavy!” Tim whined, as he grinned like a loon.

“It’s quality,” Danny plopped the shopping bags on the island in one of the giant kitchens Drake manor had. “I’ll make dinner. You figure out those settings and you can tell me about it when we eat.”

“Okay!” Tim hummed excited, quick fingers and laser focus already aimed at his new device.

Danny picked up his new phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. As it rung, Danny held it up to his ear and began prepping the ingredients. At least

“Hello?” His sister’s cautious voice came through the phone. Danny’s shoulders relaxed.

“Heya, Jazz.” He could see Tim’s ears all but perk up in order to eavesdrop. His mouth quirked up in amusement and Danny turned away. He probably shouldn’t be encouraging that kind of behavior… but it was funny.

“Danny! Are you okay? I- I heard that they chased after you and I was worried sick! Are you safe? Any injuries? Do I need to pick you up?”

“I’m good. Promise. Not bleeding out or dying. It’s actually pretty nice right now,” Danny paused before turning back a little more so he could watch Tim’s reaction peripherally. “Hey, listen, can I adopt a little brother?”

He watched Tim sit up straighter eyed flickering up to him and back down again, a secretly pleased look on his face as he figured out that Danny was in fact talking about him.

“Danny, what the hell?” Jazz huffed, audibly relieved to know that Danny wasn’t on his merry way to becoming a full on ghost. “Who, why, and what kind of trouble did you get into now?”

“Hey, this was me getting out of trouble. Those people don’t even know where I escaped to. Tim helped me out a lot,” Danny said in the tone that meant ‘and there’s more to it but I can’t tell you right now.’

“His name’s Tim?”

“Yeah, you wanna say hi?”

Tim looked terrified as he heard Danny’s side of the conversation. Danny could relate.

“Alright. But you’re explaining everything later, got it?”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Danny turned to Tim, abandoning the peas he was shelling and rinsing off his hand to hold the phone.

“Tim, my sister, Jazz, wants to say hi. Are you cool with that?”

“Uhm! Yeah! Yeah, sure.” Tim, honest to ancients, squeaked. Danny’s enhanced hearing could pick up Jazz’s already melting heart. He taped a button.

“Jazz, you’re on speaker.”

“Hey, Tim. I’m Jazz. Thanks for taking care of my little brother!”

“Uh, hi, Jazz! I’m Timothy Drake! And, uh, you’re welcome! Anytime!”

Tim glanced at Danny for reassurance, relaxing a bit when the halfa threw him a double thumbs up.

Jazz went quiet.

“Jazz, you good?” Danny asked.

“We’re adopting him. Danny, you better make sure knows about everyone. Hi, Tim, I’m Jazz, your new big sister.”

“Uh- I have parents.”

“That can be fixed,” Jazz casually brushed off. Tim looked like a deer in headlights, so Danny took his sister off speaker and went back to cooking. He made sure to smile at Tim.

“Don’t worry, we won’t adopt you if you don’t want to. But it wasn’t a joke, we’re very serious.”

“I’ll think about it?”

Danny shrugged. “Good enough for me.”

“So, where are you?” Jazz asked him, rustling coming through on the phone.

“Gotham.”

“You are so fucking lucky I love you, dumbass. I’ll be there tomorrow at noon.”

“Playing hooky, are you?”

“Fuck off, little brother, before I show Tim your toddler pictures.”

“Thanks, Jazz.”

“Bye, Danny. Don’t get killed again when I’m not there, got it?”

“Sure, sure.”

Danny smiled and returned to his agenda of stuffing as many vegetables into one meal as he can. At least the food isn’t trying to tear out his face.

——

Robin hasn’t heard the eerie giggles around lately, but he’s been practicing his own. It’s weird though, because there’s always a glint of something in the corner of his eyes.

“Robin, muggers.”

“On it, B. Shall we, Batgirl?”

“Let’s go, Boy Wonder.”

[satoshy12]

Zombie World Isekai

Nightwing, Barbara, Zombies, Danny, Jazz

Dick and Barbara woke up in this new place. It looked like a movie they watched with the zombies.

And both weren't even summoned to the same place.

That was why Dick was traveling with the young, red-haired girl. Who told him she was a "bat-girl"? Who uses a bat to beat up the zombies? He has to give it to her; she is very capable, and the man was hurt as the criminal attacked them.

For

Barbara was more simple; the young boy with her tried to protect her all the time. Something about making sure she is okay until she is healed, to her surprise. It worked. For a zombie apocalypse, this world has very great medicine.

Danny:" I will protect the counterpart Mom, till she can join."

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Danny is simple hero ; that must be his mom's counterpart in this world!! She looks like his mom, but younger!

Jazz just looked at the one with her; he looks like a runt dad.

Barbara is simple, she loves that tiny boy. She would take him with her when she is able to leave this world.

Dick is really trying to make the Girl understand. He is not a RUNT!

[spacedace]

Yo here have this dp x dc snippet from ages ago I forgot I wrote until I found it just now lol:

Joker had died just after sunset, when darkness had settled fully on Gotham. Beaten horribly with a blunt, metal object of sickeningly familiar description, then finally killed in the concussive force of an explosion from the various bombs the warehouse had been filled with.

It felt obvious who it had to be.

Except, of course, that Dick was looking at cctv footage and official court documents showing just how fucking impossible it was for Jason to have finally taken the clown out for good.

At the time everything had to have happened his little brother was across the city, in a public place, with official witnesses.

Official, official witnesses. They - one Margaret Tinsel - had signed their name as such, right next to their notary stamp and the date on the marriage license.

Marriage License.

Because Jay had been over at the courthouse next to city hall getting married.

Dick only found out he’d been dating Jasmine Nightingale a couple of weeks ago. He hadn’t even properly met her yet, just saw her from the roof across the street as she and Jay sat on her fire escape sharing a pint of ice cream, laughing and looking stupidly adorable and smitten with each other. And now they’re married.

How in the fuck was he going to explain this? Bruce was already spiraling on the idea that Jay had killed Joker, he’d want specific details on just how tight of an alibi Jason had for the crime. He’d want to see that proof himself.

And then he’d want to talk to Jay. Who hadn’t told any of them what the fuck was going on in his personal life. Who had very purposefully tried to keep Jasmine Nightingale - shit, no she applied for a name change, they both had, they were both Nightingale-Todd now - away from the family and their meddling.

Babs on the other end of the line seemed to share his utter loss over the situation.

“I did some digging.” She said, drawn out enough to let him know that whatever she found - while not bad - sure as shit wasn’t going to make things any easier to explain. “They’ve uh…as best I can tell, they’ve been dating for about three years now.”

Three years.

Jesus Christ. How in the hell is he going to break that news? Did he even break that news? That’s something that Jay should do.

Except Jay just got married less than two hours ago at the same time the Joker was violently - and karmically satisfyingly - murdered and there was absolutely no way that letting Bruce go over there to talk to Jay while all Batman-ed up was going to lead to anything but a fight, which means that he has to break that news or else Jay and his new wife - his wife holy fucking shit - are going to have to deal with a pissed off Batman on their honeymoon and -

“Oh.” Tim said from where he’d come to stand at Dick’s shoulder at some point during his internal freak out. “I guess they decided to do the courthouse thing after all.”

The train wreck of Dick’s thought process, at that point, entirely exploded.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Left Behind

ai-less whumptober day 19- left behind/why wasn't I enough fandom- dp x dc TW- abandonment Summary- The Fenton parents leave their kids at the Gotham Public Library

ao3 ailesswhumptober masterlist part 1 of TFR

Barbara was working the closing shift at the library. She was putting some books away when she overheard a conversation.

“Do you know when mom and dad are going to pick us up?” said what sounded like a teenage boy.

“No, I– Oh, wait they just messaged me.” said what Barbara thought was a slightly older teen girl.

Silence.

“Jazz?

“They left.”

“What?”

“Someone posted about a possible sighting in Metropolis. They said they’ll be there for a few days.”

There was more silence. Barbara stayed quiet.

“So, they left us behind.”

“Yeah.”

“Again.”

“...Yeah.”

Barbara closed her eyes, thinking of Tim and how he had been left home alone so much. And these kids… their parents had abandoned them too.

“Well at least we’re not helpless.”

“I hate them.”

“Jazz–”

“No, Danny. I hate them. They’re supposed to be our parents. They’re supposed to take care of us.”

“I know. They always chose something else over us. Why aren’t we enough, Jazz?”

“I don’t know.” she sniffled.

“Jazz, hey, look at me. We’ll be okay.”

“I'm sorry, Danny. I'm just so tired.”

“I am too.”

Barbara was about to speak up when they continued.

“At least i have a credit card this time so it won’t be like the time they forgot is in Bridgton.”

“Yeah, that sucked. We were lucky we were able to sneak onto that semi.”

“Well, tonight we can get a hotel room and then get bus tickets tomorrow.

“I could just... you know. Do my thing.”

“I guess, but we should at least get a hotel for tonight. I don’t want to try traveling while you’re exhausted.”

“That’s fair. But–”

Barbara finally decided she should make her presence known. She cleared her throat as she made her way around the bookshelf.

The two teens startle. They looked like siblings. The girl was a redhead with teal eyes, and the boy had black hair and blue eyes.

“Hello, I’m Barbara. I work here at the library. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.” she paused as the siblings glanced at each other, the boy reaching over to grab his sister’s arm. 

“What do you mean?” asked the girl, Jazz, if Barbara was correct.

“You need a place to stay tonight? It’ll be hard to find a good hotel at this hour. I’ve got an extra bedroom at my apartment, and you’re welcome to stay the night. You won’t owe me anything.”

“Why?” asked the boy, Danny.”

Barbara considered for a moment. “I have a friend who went through a similar situation as you guys, so I’m familiar with what it's like to have your parents be too busy. And you wouldn’t be the first kids I've let stay the night. I can help you find bus tickets in the morning. I’m familiar with most of the routes and can let you know which ones are the safest and quickest.”

The girl glanced at her brother, who stared at Barbara. There was a moment where his eyes seemed to glow and Barabar felt as if he were really looking at her. She suppressed a shudder at the intense feeling. 

Then he turned to his sister and nodded.

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you. I’m Jazz and this is Danny.”

“It’s nice to meet you both. I have to finish locking up so I’ll meet you by the door.”

They nodded and started gathering their stuff.

Barbara went to finish the rest of the closing shift duties. 

She also had a call to make.

[elizabethemerald]

Girl's Knight

It was supposed to be girl’s night. Tim was on Comms so Barbara could be here, and the rest of the Bats had all but forced them to take the night off, each of them promising that they would handle the crime of the city so the girls could relax for one night. The plan had been a movie at the theater, dining out in their fanciest dresses that were usually only used for stuffy galas, then returning to the clocktower for drinks and makeovers. Not to mention looking through Babara’s cache of black mail videos of all the fails of the boys. 

Of course, they still lived in Gotham. When did anything go to plan in Gotham? 

The theater had been attacked by Dr. Freeze. He basically turned the whole building into a snowglobe. Since no one was inside it, Batman was just going to leave the building to thaw normally. So they should be able to enjoy movies there again sometime in April. The fancy restaurant turned out to be a front for a mob family and while they knew that, Jim Gordon had jumped the gun on cracking down and shut the place down. Babs was going to give her dad an annoyed call tomorrow about that one. 

So now the trio of Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie were at Batburger in their gala finest. The night could still be saved if they could just get back to the clock tower. Then Condiment King strutted into the Batburger. All three of them sighed and Cass and Steph started silently arguing back and forth on who would slip out to deal with him. No matter who stayed and who left, there were even odds of all of them getting covered in something foul smelling. 

However all three of them were surprised when a pair at another table were the ones to rise. 

Cassandra had of course clocked them when she entered, that part of her brain that she could never shut off had cataloged every person in the restaurant before she was even fully past the door. 

The woman was tall, taller than any of her brothers. Even taller than Bruce. She might even be as tall as Wonder Woman. She had long flaming red locks that cascaded down her back, restrained only by a teal headband. She had sat facing the entrance and had clearly clocked the Batgirl trio as fighters as well. She was well muscled and moved with the practiced grace of a trained martial artist. When Condiment King had appeared she had seemed more annoyed than scared or truly bothered by him. 

Her companion was skinny and small in the same way that street kids usually were, the same way Jason had been and even Cass herself. Like no matter how much food he ate it would never be enough to make up for not getting enough as a kid. Even though he had his back to the entrance he had still been aware of every person as they came and went, cocking his head and tracking them by sound alone. He looked to be the same age Cass was. Cass could tell they were siblings, though they looked just about as different as possible. 

The two of them had conversed in rapid sign language, the woman speaking and signing, while he listened and signed back. It made Cassandra’s heart leap, seeing someone else just like her. She had just happened to sit so she could read some of his signs while showing that she used ASL as well. Though he apparently didn’t like his food very much because he kept saying something about “nasty burgers.” 

Right before Condiment King had walked in, the guy had sat up and shivered before looking around warily. His sister had sighed and carefully wiped her fingers on her napkin, unhurried by whatever had spooked him. Then one of Gotham’s least effective, yet most annoying, rogues walked in and declared he was robbing the place. 

The guy stood up and pulled what looked to Cass to be a highly scientific soup thermos and snuck up behind Condiment King as he was threatening the tired, underpaid and overworked cashiers. Cass couldn’t help but notice how silent he walked, he glided over the ground like a dancer as if gravity was only the merest of suggestions. He thumbed a switch on the side of his thermos and a brilliant blue beam poured out, catching Condiment King’s attention. 

Condiment King turned and almost jumped out of his skin when he saw a random civilian holding a soup container threateningly. The rogue and the stranger both looked down at the thermos in confusion. He opened his mouth as if to speak but instead some horrible combination of sparking electricity, cracking ice and distant screams came out. Somehow Cass could almost hear words past the noise and she was amazed that she could understand him. 

“Huh. I would have sworn you were one of mine.” 

Condiment King scowled past his confusion and readied his mustard cannon. 

“Danny, now's not the time for quips.” His sister said as she pulled him out of the way of the yellow fountain. “I’m not letting you back in the apartment if you smell like mustard.” 

Then she pulled a baton from the back of her belt that extended into a bo staff. Two quick strikes had Condiment King disarmed and on the ground, a third and he was dazed enough to not be a threat. 

“Well done, Jazz!” Danny had set his thermos down on the countertop so he could excitedly sign to his sister, then he looked around in confusion. “But then what triggered my ghost sense?” 

No sooner had he finished his signs, than a translucent being phased through the wall, a box in his hands. He looked to be dressed as a regular warehouse worker, though he glowed, floated and apparently could ignore solid walls. He immediately began flinging frozen hamburger patties from his box around. 

“I’m the Box Ghost! Ghostly master of all things rectangular and corrugated! Beware!” 

“Ah, there you are Boxy.” Danny said in his strange and crackling voice. Cass could see that Stephanie and Barbara couldn’t understand what he was saying as they both clamped their hands over their ears at the cacophony. 

Cass watched Danny with this Box Ghost. Clearly the two knew each other, she could practically see the rapport Danny had. She couldn’t keep herself from admiring Danny’s form. He flowed like water around the frozen patties. Even when her brothers were at their most agile and graceful, there was an element of elegance that was missing from their movements. Yet with Danny he skated around the projectiles. 

He was also aware of every person in the restaurant. One of the frozen burgers would have easily missed Danny, but hit one of the others, except he caught it and spun it right back at Box Ghost. That level of awareness was difficult for even seasoned heroes, and showed how often Danny had faced overwhelming odds, he knew exactly what would happen if he failed to be aware of someone in the line of fire. 

She appreciated how in control he was of his strength. She could see it in the bunching and tightening of his muscles that he wasn’t using anywhere near his full strength in this fight. It was a level of restraint she knew far too personally. It was the restraint of someone who had hurt others before and would never do so again. 

“Alright Boxy, you’re making a mess. Time to be done” Danny said, grabbing the thermos once more and again flipping the switch. This time when the beam of light caught the ghost it began to pull them in like a vortex. 

“Darn your cylindrical containment device!” The voice of the Box Ghost diminished until it completely disappeared along with the ghost and the beam of light. Danny spun the thermos in his hand for a moment before he clipped it onto his belt with a flourish. 

Cass glanced at the other Batgirls and, unsurprisingly, saw Steph almost salivating over the amazonian woman. Steph liked her women strong, tall and hyper competent. Meetings with the rest of the Justice League usually left her vibrating with barely controlled desire. She had almost needed a vacation the first time she met Big Barda. Steph was already half way up out of her seat to introduce herself. 

Barbara seemed similarly impressed, though as she was currently dating Dinah Lance, her interest was different. She had her phone out and was typing rapidly, no doubt hacking the security system of the Batburger to remove any evidence of their actions, as clear a sign of her approval as anything. 

With a smile Cass also stood and followed Steph. The two Batgirls would absolutely introduce themselves to these two, and hopefully that introduction would eventually lead to a date, or maybe more.

[demonic0angel]

Chapter 2 of somehow whatever’s eternal in me knows whatever’s eternal in you is out! (Click for clarity)

Read it here

Inspired by the song 'United In Grief' by Kendrick Lamar

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[tofuingho]

So many stories about Damian and Danny being long lost brothers/twins.

Where are the ones about Jazz and Barbara?

[pixiatn]

Dc x dp prompt

One of the batboys accidentally bumps into Jazz in public and just goes "oh sorry babs ...WAIT BABS?" bc last time they checked babs was in a fucking wheelchair

[bet-on-me-13]

Barbara Gordon is a lost Clone of Jazz Fenton

So, years ago the GIW or Vlad or Somebody decided to try and clone Jazz. (Probably GIW)

It was supposed to be an experiment to see how well Liminals could be cloned, or if they could be turned back into a Human/turned even more Liminal. Unfortunately, the experiment took place around the same time Danny began his campaign to take down the GIW, attacking multiple bases across the US. The single Viable Clone that was created escaped the Lab it was held in during the attack and ran into the nearby City, Gotham.

The Clone managed to survive on the streets for a few weeks before being found by a Cop named Jim Gordon, and adopted.

She was given a new name, Barbara Gordon, and she mostly forgot that portion of her life before getting her new Family.

Then, over a decade later, Barbara Gordon was shot in the Spine and paralyzed. Or, she should have been. See, as it turns out the Scientists managed to impart just a little bit of Liminality into her when they made her, not enough to be noticeable but just enough to let her heal from wounds that should have been permanent. (Basically any wound will heal if given enough time, nothing is permanent)

It did take a while, but since the wound never stopped healing like it should have, she eventually regained the ability to use her legs after about 3 years.

Also, while her spine was healing her Linimal Powers were activate for the first time in her life, meaning her Ecto-Signature was more powerful than usual. That meant that it could be sensed for the first time ever.

So one day, after a shift at the Library, Barbara is on her way home when a lady walking past her stops and starts stating intently at her.

Ellie didn't expect to meet her new sister like this, but life (afterlife?) works in strange ways.

[impyssadobsessions]

Danny, Jazz, Tucker, and Sam all know one person from the Batclan each but are unaware that the others know. Barbara and Tucker are online gaming friends, having met in an online session while bonding over technology. Jazz knows Jason from summer camp, Bruce wanted to give Jason a normal summer while Jazz wanted to escape from her parents which resulted in the two bonding during their summer vacation. Sam and Damien met a fancy gala where they both glared bloody murder when another guest was gushing about their fur coat made from a nearly extinct animal, they both swore vengeance while jinxing each other which led to the duo chatting then later bonding fue to shared interests. Danny and Tim know each other due to both being an Inventers Convention, Danny wanted to escape from his parents section of Ghost tech while Tim has wandered off to do browsing on his own.

ooo Yes That's interesting way for them all to meet~ Danny and Tim knowing each other last~ LOL uwu Amg can just imagine danny and tim both getting into discussions about how somethings made, while making jokes. Danny making puns. Danny not realizing he's talking to Tim Drake-Wayne.. not like it matters. Can see them just hanging out without names til midway/need to depart like wait a minute forgot to ask. (Danny not realizing how smart he is and yet he's keeping up with Tim's logic no problem. Bruce impressed watching them. Though both quite surprised who Danny's parents were) Sam makes gala's tolerable for Damian.. because they both scare off anyone that wants to treat them like cute kids. Jazz and Jason bond over literature. lol imagine that they both do cause a little havoc at the camp because of some pricks. Both getting "revenge" no one finds out because they're that good at it. Became pen pals until Jason's passing. Jazz cried when she heard the news. She probably kept sending them until Alfred sent the letters back with a sad letter. unless it was widely known outside of city. Only one I don't have extra thoughts of is Babs n Tuck because.. online friends LOL both sniping hackers in games ruin them lol

[p0ssym1lker]

Danny phantom x DC prompt

Jazz and Barbara are dating and that's how the batcrew and Danny meet

[quotidian-oblivion]

✨Out of context lines shitpost Pt. 6✨

Part 5

@mispeltnostalgia and Quo are back at it again!

With the power of chaos and burnout, we bring to you: shit things we said in class as the batfam.

because of the burnout it was harder to be funny soz

~

[during Steph’s Robin era] Bruce: Who wants this used alcohol wipe? Steph: Me! *goes to put the wipe in her mouth* Bruce: Steph, no! You’re still underage! ~ Tim, with a sad face: I’m too burnt out to be funny ~ Dick: Use capital letters Barbara: *deletes the word and turns on caps lock* Dick: NOT LIKE THAT! ~ Damian, referring to Steph: Hang on, I need to call my local arsonist. ~ Dick: I must have bee vibes for family dinner tomorrow Jason: *slowly going on Google* Dick: I swear if you pull up the bee movie— Jason: *slowly turns laptop to him* 

Dick: …Actually I hate jazz. Fuck you. Note: Nog, while deciding who would say who: I feel like it would be Dick. He did choose a bright yellow cape. This man would dress up as a bee. ~ Bruce, while picking up Damian from school: You made people cry, Damian. Damian: That was the point. Bruce: You ruined their lives, Damian. Damian: Good. ~ Bruce: I just got a complaint from Lucius Tim: What’s up? Bruce: Did you just end an email sent to Lex with ‘Slay the day away’? Tim: Yeah. Why? Note: Nogolsta is a threat to professional society ~ Tim: *accidentally bumps into someone* Tim: Oh sorry dude, *goes in for a high five*. Guy: What? Excuse me? Tim: Alright man, all good. Have a nice day.  Damian: Did you… did you not see his badge? Tim: No? Damian: He was a government official. Tim: Oops. Oh well Damian: You are a disgrace, Drake. Note: Quo is on the FBI list for being a writer, but Nogolsta is on the list for giving someone a hi-five.  Correction: trying to give someone a hi-five ~ Jason: Legolas, what do your elf eyes see? Tim: *slowly raises glasses* I see popcorn.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Out of the Cold

whumptober2023 day 24- neglect fandom- dp x dc TW- none summary- Jazz and Danny follow Barbara back to her apartment

ao3 whumpotober masterlist part 2 of TFR

Jazz and Danny followed the librarian who had introduced herself as Barbara. 

Jazz was still nervous. They were lucky that Danny’s ghostly abilities allowed him to sense emotions and intent. Though it didn’t help when she was trying to reassure him and he could feel that she was just as scared.

She shouldn’t have broken down. She was the older sister. She was supposed to take care of him. She needed to be strong. She–

Danny nudged her hand, sending her a smile.

They had made it to Barbara’s apartment and she and Danny were sitting on the young woman’s couch while she prepared some tea.

“Here you go.” Barbara said, bringing in a tray. “Are you guys hungry? I have some leftover soup or I could throw together some sandwiches.”

“I’m good, thank you.” Jazz said. 

“I’ll take anything.” Danny said. Barbara smiled. “Do you like tomato soup?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll heat some up.” Barbara went back to the kitchen and Jazz turned toward Danny.

“What do you think?”

“She seems okay. I think she just genuinely wants to help.”

Jazz bit her lip. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Danny gently grabbed her hand. “And if she turns out to be evil, we’ll just run.”

She squeezed his hand back and gave him a small smile.

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Barbara wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed. She had taken the teens back to her apartment and had told them to spend the night and then she’d help them find tickets back home tomorrow. 

But she didn’t want to send them back to what was most likely a neglectful home if not a physically abusive one.

She didn’t want to contact Bruce though. He’d just adopt them himself, and even though she’d barely met the kids she wanted to be a bigger part of their lives. Sure, she was only about five or six years older than Jazz.

Maybe she could help Jazz get emancipated and set her up with her own apartment, or they could share the apartment. That would also work that way. And that way Danny could still live with Jazz. Barbara would have to get a bigger apartment though. 

But on the other hand, maybe they wanted a parent figure and having Bruce adopt them would be better. And Bruce was getting better at communicating.

She wasn’t really sure what to do, what would be best for the young teenagers in her living room.

But she was going to do her best to convince them not to leave tomorrow morning.

[elizabethemerald]

A Shade Darker than Red

The other post was getting a little long, so here's Part 4. Previous Parts

Jazz slowly and methodically reset her room to how it usually was. She’s tired, and her hands are shaking more than she would like, but she has to do this. Her roommates couldn’t know that she was doing amateur ghost psychology out of their apartment. Fortunately Danny had been able to contain Jason’s emotional outbursts and accidental ecto blasts so she wouldn’t lose her deposit, though she would have to buy a new lamp from the one blast Danny hadn’t been able to stop. 

The two boys were now gone. Danny had mentioned he and Jason would be training their ghostly abilities, then once Jason was up to stuff they could get some “Mortal world catharsis.” She didn’t want to know, but she knew that even if it wasn’t the best coping mechanism, Jason could certainly do to blow off some steam. 

Jazz transferred the encrypted short-hand notes to a notebook that was locked to her ecto-signature. Then she burned the original so there was no risk of her notes getting out. When she was done reviewing her notes her hands were shaking even more and she had to go into her bathroom and run through her breathing exercises. Her stomach twisted and rebelled, sharp bile rising in her throat as she struggled to keep her food down. 

She knew that therapy could be an emotionally exhausting career. She wanted to work at Arkham and the trauma the inmates went through was such an important part of their story that she would have to hear to help them work through. Eventually she was sure she would get better at hearing about the horrible things her patients had gone through or done. 

It was even worse for the ghosts. At least for her human patients most of them would have survived the awful things that happened to them. That was not the case for ghosts or even half ghosts like Danny. Her brother could describe to her in excruciating detail exactly what it felt like to be electrocuted to death. He had even told her once what it felt like to be electrocuted while the ectoplasm of the portal was putting him back together at the same time. She had thrown up after hearing that. 

Now she swallowed down the bile, practiced her breathing and called for food to be delivered so she wouldn’t have to cook. Anything she could do to keep calm. 

Jason remembered his first death. He didn’t seem to remember that he had been Robin, even though she and Danny had recognized the costume. He remembered getting beaten to the brink of death by the Joker before the madman’s bomb pushed him over the edge. She had a guess what catharsis they would seek once Jason was feeling better. 

He had fuzzy memories of coming back. Danny had theories about that and about the pools filled with corrupted ectoplasm. He, at her insistence, kept his theories for a time outside of Jason’s therapy session. Again, she imagined that Danny would investigate the pools later and deal with them personally. 

She sighed to herself at the end of the day. She had eaten her take out from her favorite Chinese restaurant, she painted her emotions out in a chaotic and dark piece that she would probably have to burn and she had taken a long bath. She was as relaxed as she could be, yet a single swirling thought continued to hound her from Jason’s session. 

Jason couldn’t remember who or what killed him the second time. However there was a very distinctively shaped hole in his memories. A figure who should have appeared in any story about a Robin, yet was missing from all of them. A figure who should not have appeared during the death of that Robin, yet was present there as a towering dark figure and a weight of betrayal. 

It was just a theory, she couldn’t even voice it. Jason had a repressed memory that he would have to uncover on his own. If she told him she was certain the information could shatter the poor ghost. If she told Danny, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Every ghostly instinct in his body was demanding he go and pay back whoever had killed Jason. She guessed that he was already plotting how to get into Arkham once Jason was back in fighting shape, she couldn’t give him another target based on just a theory. 

Her theory that kept flying around her head even as she tried to relax to fall asleep, so dark and painful for Jason, that she couldn’t even risk writing down in her own private journals. Batman had killed Jason. Batman had killed Robin. That news would shatter the superhero community, and it might take Jason with it. 

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Barbara was sick with dread. She needed to confirm, but more than that she needed to get the rest of the bats safe. If Bruce had… she couldn’t even think about it yet. She pinged the location of everyone else in the city to make sure they were safe. At this time of day most of them were in their homes or in school. 

The first thing she did was scramble the GPS feeds for everyone. Bruce would notice if the data disappeared and even she was certain that she could keep Bruce from finding them again, but with the useless noise it would be like they were scattered all over the city, anywhere but where they actually were. 

Next she had to collect the various bats from around the city to go over their findings. She arranged for Dick to pick up Damian from school and sent a location for a rendezvous to the phones of most of the family. They would slowly trickle in over the next couple of hours to the safe house. 

On her list next was Observation and Extraction. Several GPS markers were showing up in and underneath Wayne Manor. Barbara couldn’t help the trepidation she felt seeing that. Everyone in that house was in danger right now. She opened up a secure line to Cassandra’s phone. Cass answered the call with her face cam on so Barbara could see her signs and didn’t have to rely on her tapping out morse code over the phone. Cass looked at her curiously, but seriously. 

“Black Bat. I need you to confirm who is in the manor right now and what their condition is.” Barbara said with her Oracle voice filter on. 

Cass’s name signs for the other members rattled off quickly. 

“Bruce; Alfred: Talking. Duke: Sleeping. Sick. Tim: Computer. Cave.” 

Barbara nodded, that information confirmed by her tracking software. 

“You are now on a stealth mission. Objective: observe target without being seen. Report on your assessment of their body language. Extract VIPs. Reconvene at rendezvous location. Understood?”

Some of the others would use their “Mission Voice” for things like pranks or family black mail, but Barbara always kept her work life separate, unwilling to risk someone not reacting appropriately to a warning or an order. So Cass knew this was as serious as an investigation into the Joker. She nodded, then signed again. 

“Target?”

“Bruce.” Cass’s eyes widened marginally but she nodded again. 

“VIPs?” 

“Tim and Duke. Extraction is the highest priority.”

Cass nodded again and pulled her black hoodie up over her head. She put in her ear piece and slipped the phone, camera facing out, into her front pocket. Barbara would be able to see whatever Cass saw as well as her sign language so they could communicate. 

Barbara could only watch as Cass snuck into the manor. Black Bat was their single best stealth operative and she knew the manor better than anyone other than maybe Alfred. It was in theory a safe and easy operation. But if she was correct… best not to think about it right now. She needed to focus on what Cass was seeing. 

It was only a few minutes before the camera focused on Bruce and Alfred speaking at the bottom of the staircase. Cass was on the top looking down on them, practically invisible in the shadows there. The camera didn’t have high enough fidelity for her to hear what they were saying, or for her to read her lips, but she didn’t have to when Cass could. 

“Speaking. About Jason.” There was a slight hesitation in Cass’s sign of her brother’s name. “Alfred: Worried. Afraid: for Jason.” 

“And Bruce?” Barbara knew Alfred was worried about Jason. He was always the first to worry if one of the bats didn’t come home or check in regularly, though he didn’t usually show it so openly. 

“Bruce: Not worried. Knows: Jason’s Location. How? Knows How?” 

“That’s the question Black Bat. Move to extraction. We’ll discuss at the rendezvous.” 

Cass signed a yes with her hand then moved silently away. Barbara watched, still on tender hooks as Cass crept to Duke’s room. She opened his door and crept to his bedside. Duke woke with a hand covering his mouth and a Cass with a finger to her lips in his face. Probably one of the more adrenaline inducing ways to wake up, but at least it got him up and focused quickly. She signed to him quickly then stepped back so he could get up. She turned her back as he dressed, keeping her eye on the door. When she turned back, Duke had a backpack thrown over his shoulder and jacket that would blend well in the shadows or on the Gotham streets. She was certain, given the paranoia of the bats, that the pack was a go-bag that Duke had prepared in case he needed to run for his life. 

The two of them continued to sneak through the house, aided by Duke’s umbra kinesis as he pulled the shadows around them. Barbara followed their markers through the house, looping cameras and muting sensors as they went, undoing her work so there was no trace after they passed. Even her skills would be able to be discovered eventually, but she just hoped that her actions would be enough to get them out of the manor. 

Duke led Cass into Bruce’s office, which was fortunately still unoccupied and the two of them descended into the Batcave together. Barbara could see Tim at the Batcomputer looking over the same data she had been pouring over before Damian had texted her. Cass ordered Tim to get ready to leave, but he stubbornly insisted he was still good to focus on his work. 

Gods above, Barbara was going to beat a good sleep schedule into that stubborn idiot one of these days. Cass apparently had the same thought and dealt a rapid fire punch to a pressure point. Not enough to render him unconscious, but enough to get him to wake up and focus on what she was signing. It only took a brief explanation from there for him to also grab a go-bag and then give a solid yank to the cables at the back of the Batcomputer. It would take hours for someone familiar with the system to get it back in working order after that, someone unfamiliar might never figure it out. 

She sighed with relief as the trio finally excited the Batcave. Bruce was just now realizing that something was wrong. She didn’t know how long it would take for him to figure out the others were out of the cave, but she did everything she could to buy them all time. She scrambled codes, fried camera feeds, and filled the tracking data with meaningless noise. 

Then she sent a final message to the phones of the family other than Bruce. 

“ABC”

In any other family it could be considered a mistype or a key smash. It was simple code for when the priority was getting the message across. 

“Avoid BatCave”

[stealingyourbones]

Short DP X DC Prompts #157

Barbara dates Jazz and the two are both positively terrifying and powerful women that compliment each other beautifully.