#jazz pov

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

CHAPTER 10 IS MY NEW FAVOURITE SO FAR!

Feral jazz is my favourite tag

Jazz has been pushed too far so I thought I'd make some meme's (note: spoilers)

What I hope could happen next jazz chapter:

[goodfish-bowl]

A Mercy

Ectoberhaunt Day 6: Freeze

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Summary: "You're actually going to tell them this time?" "Yeah, Jazz. No backing out this time. Is everything all laid out? Have Sam and Tucker briefed you on the 'if my parent's decide to dissect me' plan?" "Of course. I even helped improve it." "Okay, are you ready?" "As I'll ever be. Let's get to it, then."Unfortunately, the plan was of no help whatsoever. 

Warnings: Character Death, Euthanasia, Heavy Angst

Words: 1454

Notes: You know... I’ve been really mean to the boy. Now I’m being horrid to both of them. Also not joking about the warnings for this one. It takes a certain type of angst to make my stomach hurt while reading/writing.

@ectoberhaunt

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Out of all the situations Jazz had imagined Danny’s revealing going, this one made the blood in her veins turn to ice and freeze in place on the top of the stairs down to the lab. There was nothing she could do, not at this point. He’d only been left alone with their parents for a few hours, a safe amount of time. If the worst case scenario happened, her parents wouldn’t have enough time to get too far into a vivisection of her brother. Jazz would be able to get him out of that. This, though, there was nothing she could do.

Danny was already gone. 

It was a mercy, her parents told her, finding her at the top of the stairs, staring down at her brother’s corpse. A mercy. He must’ve been suffering, living as a ghost, always hurt and struggling. It was better this way, better for their baby boy to finally get some rest, since it seemed like he hadn’t since he became one. They would mourn him properly, give him a good burial, like he deserved, especially after continuing on for so long, not only as Danny Fenton, but for his deeds as Phantom as well. It couldn’t have been easy. And because they loved him, they had to do this. It was the only thing they could do.  

Danny was dead, lying on a table in the lab, human, not a hair out of place. He looked like he would wake up any minute. He already slept like the dead, barely breathing in human form. But every subtle movement he would normally make was gone, no twitch of the eye-lids or mummer.

Jazz left the house soon after, having said not a word to her parents. She packed her things, sent a message to Sam and Tucker, warning them not to stop by, then left. She made her way to the park, before pulling out her phone, ignoring the messages from her brother’s best friends, and dialed a number she hadn’t bothered with in a long while. He answered after a few rings.

“Hey, darling. Wasn’t expecting to hear from you ever again.”

“Johnny, I need you to come pick me up.”

“Oh? And the brat won’t mind?” Jazz froze up again at the mention of her brother, thinking of him down in the lab.

“No. He won’t.”

“Then I’ll be there in a few.”

The line went silent as Jazz hung up and waited. She skimmed over the texts from Sam and Tucker. They were asking how the reveal went if they needed to be ready to send Danny off somewhere safe. Sam already had the bag and account ready. They wanted to know when and where to meet up. Jazz sent a quick text, that none of those things would be needed, and to get rid of them. She didn’t give any sort of explanation why.

Jazz scrolled through her contacts and rang Mr. Lancer’s personal phone number. He answered after only a single ring.

“Ms. Fenton, how can I help you? Is this about the group study session you have planned for next Thursday?”

“No, Mr. Lancer. I’m calling to talk about Danny.”

“Ah… I honestly expected to have this call with your parents eventually, but I’ve never been able to reach them. So, yes, Danny has been struggling academically and his attendance is nearly record breaking for Casper, but I have a feeling that’s not what you wanted to talk about?”

“No. Danny won’t be attending Casper High anymore. He’s going to need to be unenrolled.”

“Wait… what?”

“I’ll have all the proper paperwork sent to the school by Tuesday morning. I also won’t be in attendance, so I’d like to apply for early graduation if that’s possible.”

“I don’t… something’s happened with Danny, hasn’t it?”

Jazz took a deep breath in. “Yes. I’m sure it will become public knowledge shortly. But… as the teacher who really seemed to care about him, I appreciate everything you’ve done and tried with him. It really made a difference, even if it didn’t seem like it.”

The line on the other side was silent for a minute, and she thought she could hear the familiar English teacher curse in the book title Beloved faintly in the background. “Very well, Ms. Fenton. I’ll… I’ll stay in touch if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lancer. Have a good evening.”

“Stay safe, Jasmine.”

The line went dead.

A portal ripped open not too far from where Jazz stood, and a familiar motorcycle sped out it, circling her before coming to a quick halt. Johnny looked at her curiously, and Shadow prodded at her feet. Without a word, Jazz jumped onto the motorcycle, wrapping her hand around Johnny for security. Her throat tightened at the comfort, and her eyes stung. It was an ongoing fight to keep her face blank.

“Hey, princess, you know I have a girlfriend, right?” Johnny joked.

“Yeah.”

Johnny huffed out a laugh. “So where to?”

“Somewhere in the Zone. A good meeting place would work best.”

Johnny’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? Are you sure?”

Shadow stopped swirling under the bike and prodded at her again, a frown on it’s dark face. It made eye contact with Johnny, communicating something in a way she couldn’t understand. Johnny’s smile faded, and he sent her a look of concern.

“Jazz, are you okay?” He asked softly, full of concern.

“No, but we need to go before my parents show up.”

Johnny sighed but relented all the same. The motorcycle roared to life and another portal opened up in their path. The transition from the realm of the living to the Ghost Zone was jarring, especially out of the safety of the Specter Speeder. But Jazz couldn’t find it in herself to care about what being exposed in the Zone could do to her. She had more important things to worry about.

Johnny didn’t say a word to her the entire trip, but Shadow kept checking up on her, Jazz appreciated the sentiment, but really wished Shadow would stop. Keeping her cool was already hard enough.

The meeting place Johnny picked was a bar, once that seemed to be closed, or at least unoccupied, at the moment. He parked his bike on the small patch of land in front before helping her get off. She took his hand and followed him inside.

Kitty was sitting in a booth by herself, a sour look on her face. She snapped to Johnny the second he walked in but froze upon spotting her. It looked like she was getting ready to yell, but Shadow sped over and told her something that defused her anger. Kitty backed down immediately and sent her a curious look.

Jazz took a seat at a table in the middle of the room. “How soon can the others get here?”

“Others?” Kitty asked.

“Jazz wanted me to contact all the regulars to Amity Park. Something happened. Probably something bad. I’m going to have Shadow go out and collect them.”

Kitty’s face pinched with concern, before she walked over to the bar top. There was a ghost that looked reminiscent of an ectopuss tending the counter, cleaning multiple glasses at once. She spoke to it and then walked back with a glass of water.

“Here, it’s safe for human consumption,” Kitty offered, and Jazz accepted it gratefully. She wondered if it would be better if they’d actually handed her something alcoholic.

“Do you want to tell us what happened, and we can explain it to the others? Not to sound mean, but you look horrible, Jazz,” Johnny asked.

Jazz took a deep breath. “Yeah… they’re more likely to listen to you than me anyways. I’m also not sure if I could actually handle telling a large group. This wasn’t really part of the plan.”

“What plan?” Kitty inquired.

“For when Danny came out to our parents.”

“Oh… I’m guessing it went south?” Johnny guessed.

Jazz curled into herself and around her glass of water.  

“It was too late when I got back. We’d been so sure of what the worst-case scenario was, that we didn’t even consider this… They called it a mercy, of all things. We were prepared for if they tried to attack him, or even dissect him, but they didn’t even hurt him. Hell, it looked like he was sleeping.”

Jazz’s eyes welled with tears that she could no longer hold back. “He’s gone, Johnny. They put him down, like some sort of injured animal. He didn’t even have a chance to plead his case. He was dead when I got back, and he’s not coming back this time.”

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Talk (Silence)

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Danny has gotten used to not having to watch what he said as the years went by.

In Amity everyone basically knew he was Phantom and just treated it as normal, and he had already told his parents what had happened,

They did a total 180 on their opinions, now chasing after ghosts to question them about everything they could squeeze out of them.

They were very proud of Danny too, often helping him with their technology.

Having said that he got used to not watching what he said in Amity, everyone knew so why bother right?

Unfortunately he was not in Amity

He was in Gotham visiting Jazz, who had moved for University.

They were currently in a cafe catching up, talking as their used to.

Not realizing that their conversation without context sounded very worrying.

~

Jazz: " So how are mod and dad?"

Danny: "Oh you know the usual, they're making new weapons, hopefully this time they wont target me, getting shot sucks, but I prefer it over getting electrocuted "

Jazz: " Good luck!"

(TOPC)The other people in the cafe: What the fuck

~

Danny: " Vlad keeps putting cameras in my room, so I went and confronted him about it again, I don't care that he's the mayor! "

Jazz: " He really needs some therapy"

Danny: " He's a fruitloop, he's beyond help"

TOPC: *concerned side eye*

~

Jazz: "You know I was a bit more worried about the criminals here, but honestly weak, I miss actual competent villains"

Danny: "I told you!"

TOPC not sure if they should be offended or wary of where they live

~

Jazz: " You know I kinda miss the food back home"

Danny: "What that it would come back to life and fight you to the death?"

Jazz: " I mean that too, but I was talking about the taste"

Danny: " Oh yes the chemically contaminated food really has some extra flavor compared to this" *gestures at his plate*

~

Danny: " I went to the park to play with Cujo and got kidnapped and they almost cut me in half"

Danny/Jazz: "Typical Friday!"

TOPC recording on their phones to make sure they're not hallucinating, someone is live tweeting.

~

Just an Idea

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 3 - If you could’ve seen

Dp x DC: Regent!Jazz, Vigilante!Jazz

Masterlist Part 2

“If you could’ve seen how I looked yesterday, a hopeless disaster, but I’m getting better at being faster.” -Never Look Back by The Nearly Deads

Jazz wasn't so proud to admit that she had many regrets about her life choices.

Taking the Crown was a fine line between terrifying and glorifying, with the many scars and callouses Jazz now bore from the hours of training (at Pandora's behest) a misgiving that was required for the sake of survival.

Hurting her little brother was the heaviest weight on her chest.

It hadn't been that Jazz meant to cause Danny pain from escaping Amity Park, but he'd already died there once from the portal and almost a second time when her parents the older Fentons captured Phantom in a thermos and strapped him down.

They had crossed a line, the point of no return, and Jazz was done trying to fix her broken family. The moment they cut into Danny while he screamed "I'm alive, I'm alive!" was the renouncement of their right to their own lives.

Jazz had enacted Vengeance for her little brother, the hero in death he shouldn't have had to become. For all the Unquiet Dead and Neverborn ended by the Fentons.

For her lost childhood. For her lost humanity.

Slash, slash, slash went the Regent's sword. Blood spattered the walls of the lab, mixed with the ecto already there from a fight for one's existence.

One slash, two, three Blood is on your hands already. 

Frostbite would later, admist the ice and snow of the Far Frozen, that as a Liminal Jazz had triggered a rage state due to both her emotions and her unintentional ecto-starvation.

It wasn't enough to absorb it from the environment anymore, not with the Crown and summoning her ecto-sword. She would have to consume raw ecto to replenish her levels and diminish the chances of another blackout rage.

(Frostbite and Danny would never know that Jazz was fully aware of her actions.)

(She just didn't care anymore, Danny was more important.)

Danny had healed over the few months they were in Gotham, his incision wound now a grotesque Y-shaped scar over his scrawny chest that would never fade. His ecto-levels were improving with constant exposure to a natural portal, corrupted as it was, and slowly he was gaining back his sense of self.

Jazz didn't talk much anymore, but Danny was all too happy to argue with her- about her ripping him away from his haunt, killing his parents, his friends, and going out as a vigilante almost every night.

(As she had guessed, Danny was relieved that the Joker was dead and not a ghost.)

(He'd never know that Joker had returned as a ghost, but the Regent crushed his core before he could even form words.)

(Both Sam and Danny approved of her trophy though.)

At the other end of Crime Alley, tucked away in a safe house, Jason Todd was dying.

Well, so he thought, as his heart ached in his chest and beat so fast it could almost rip itself from his rib cage.

(If he was a lesser man, he might’ve gone crying to Bruce for help, but not in this life.)

Jason had collapsed on his bed in full gear, sans helmet, as the pain began to wrack his body. Was he truly dying again?

(He wasn’t ready to. Not again.)

And to think his night started so well.

He’d woken up a few minutes before his alarm went off, the hazy dregs of sleep trying to lure him back in, back to the rather nice dream he’d been having.

(Feminine build in bloody armor, a teasing grin, soft lips against his own.)

He didn’t even have patrol that night, his one day off a week he could just relax as Jason, not Jay Peters or Red Hood- only for it to be ruined by the emergency alert on his phone announcing that his murderer had broken free again.

Fucking Joker.

Old familiar rage simmered low in Jason’s gut, but much to his surprise, his vision didn’t tint neon green. No haze of being on the verge of a blackout rage at the mere thought of his murderer.

Nothing.

(What was going on?)

It wasn’t as if the Pit Madness could just be gone, right?

Right?

(Jason Todd was no a fool, the Madness was still there.)

(Just… sedated. Like it didn’t need to boil to the surface anymore where it concerned his murderer.)

And for the first time in a very long while, Jason felt like himself again.

Until the agony began.

A/N:

{I swear I try writing something that’s not angst for once and this is what I get. Great. Well as long as someone likes it, right?}

{Oh and sliding in an AU for Jason too! Not Halfa!Jason, because I’m not a particular fan of how I would write it. But something more akin to what he was when he dug himself out of his grave pre-dip in corrupted Ectoplasm ala League of Assassins.}

[valodia]

Eerie music stops

[xysidhequeen]

This is for The King and His Red Knight AU

It's a text convo that may or may not get included in part 13. Just in case it doesn't get included I wanted to show everyone. I worked very hard on it.

[bwabbitv3s]

Good Godfather Vlad AU - Part 6

Lingering Memories and Future Plans 

Link to Index Post, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Vlad is not sure what is worse, the look of hope on the boy's face knowing he is not alone, or the horror it turns into at the revelation of what Vlad implied by it being drawn out. He is not able to ponder for long as in typical timing Jack interrupts them. Dragging Danny away to meet another old acquaintance. Voice booming out another ridiculous nickname suited more for a teen than a grown adult as they disappear into the crowd. There is an almost hollow feeling to standing there after his most tightly kept secret was finally told to someone. 

It is hard the rest of the night trying to socialize for long enough for it to be acceptable to slip out early. Only getting glimpses of the Fenton family in the now crowded room. Drifting away from them to mingle and get his thoughts and emotions under control with frivolous small talk. The last hour has been a whirlwind and he has a lot to unpack in private and some very creative allegories to work out for his therapist. He is not quite ready to face any of the Fentons anymore tonight. 

It won’t leave him alone as he tries to talk about useless things like the frogeye salad at the buffet, how the gym still has the old mascot mural, and listens to people talk about their children when he can’t even remember if they were in his classes. The thoughts on his mind keep sliding back to what his old friends would do to him being part ghost. What they could do to their own son trying to understand.

What ghosts had they interacted with to colour their impressions of ghosts? Had they faced only the emotional blobs of animated ectoplasm that were the jellyfish of the ghost world? Leaving them thinking ghosts are just thoughtless creatures barely intelligent and driven by instincts. Maybe the half formed ghost animals that were next most common. He knows his first few encounters had left him with a poor insight to them. While the most populous of the ghosts he had encountered were not a true representation of what ghosts are in general. It would be like judging all the animals of a forest by just garden snails and slugs you find under one rock. 

Memories drift to his first few encounters with sapient ghosts. Ones that seem to line up more with the ominous phrasing of having to deal with the ghost from Danny. Had they faced any of the aggressive ghosts that were never human or living creatures before? The ones that don’t understand the fragility of life or danger they could inflict. Or almost worse the ones that were stuck in an endless loop of their death unable to understand what had happened and doomed to linger until they run out of energy and end. It was almost enough to make him actually drink tonight. He downed his fizzy mocktail almost wishing he could let himself have an actual cocktail, but no drinking never made things better for him. 

 Maybe he could try and introduce them to some of the more friendly and harmless ghosts he knew? Slowly get them to see the ghost animals when not aggravated and just acting the same in death as life. If he got it just right he could easily convince them to come visit as a favour for advice on their expertise in ghosts. Sighting that he is a bit out of practice after switching to business. After all his home is haunted by the Dairy King he could probably work out a deal with him to help slowly change their minds over the course of a few days. Then once they are in research and observation mode over hunting help ease them into it. 

The start of the plan begins to form from there as he watches the lights get switched from mingling with buffet food to the evening dance as the live band takes over. Miraculously the evening continues without any emergencies and he is able to leave without it looking odd. The last thing he sees before slipping out of the gym is a set of glowing green eyes and a timid wave. Vlad offers a very small wave of his own as his eyes glow red briefly. In the cool evening air he lets out a sigh. It is going to be a long night and he needs some time to unpack things with his therapist before he should make any actual plans. 

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Whoo, that was hard to get ironed out. I had to keep wrangling it back into place as I got Vlad's train of thought right. Next chapter or one soon will likely dip into Danny's or Jazz's POV. As always the Tags have my thought and stuff that would not fit into the post.

[shyspider]

Chapter Summary: Confirmation is received: You are not where you're supposed to be. Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One)

Relationships: Soundwave & You, Shockwave & You, Skywarp & You, Rumble & You, Frenzy & You, Starscream & You, Prowl & You, Hot Rod | Rodimus & You, Drift | Deadlock & You, Sideswipe/You, Sunstreaker/You Characters: Soundwave, Shockwave, Starscream, Megatron, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, Buzzsaw, Lazerbeak, Flatline - Character, Optimus Prime, Prowl, Bluestreak, Jazz, Omega Supreme, Wheeljack, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, OCs, Background & Cameo Characters, You, Reader Additional Tags: Angst, Human Experimentation, Action/Adventure, Gunfire/firefights, Minor Character Death, Fear, Kidnapping, Graphic Violence, Manipulation, Trauma, Incorrect assumptions, Fluff, Developing Friendships, Romance (background), polyamory (background), Rescue Missions, 80s setting, Outer Space, biological mutations, Resurrection, You are a Medical Scientist, You/Reader has a name (kinda stuck with it now), You/Reader has a background for plot, Enemies to Friends, Captives to crushes, suggestive content, Sexual Content, Marked/Skippable explicit chapters, longfic, Hurt/Comfort, pre-MtMte/LL storyline, Canon Events rearranged, Implied/Referenced Character Death, attempted redemption, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings in Author's Notes

[magpigment]

An insecure God makes a toy from a man on a petty whim. When senseless amusement results in the removal of senses, what remains in the aftermath? Desperation. 

[iwannabesmolman]

Me, just a child- *watching Danny Phantom* YAY!

Danny Phantom- Danny, Dash and Skulker shrink down and now face ghost/superhero hijinks throughout the house

Me- Aw yay it’s like a Tom & Jerry episode!

Danny Phantom- Danny and Dash must avoid a giant Jazz who just finished a workout and her sweat drops are dropping like bombs around the tiny boys

Me- *brain chemistry begins rewriting*

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Danny Phantom fic prompt: The Fentons all know that Danny is Phantom, either bc post-reveal or bc he told them at the start AU. Things are okay, if awkward sometimes, but now that Danny doesn’t have to worry about keeping his secret identity, NEW AND EXCITING frontiers in tormenting his sister open up for him!!!

[americano-psycho]

Really want to write and post Batman's side of A Matter Of Opinion. . . . I could make such an unhinged PowerPoint about this fucking au.

[jazzmckay]

almost there.

pro: im gonna have so many fics to post once november is over

con: none of them have titles god DAMNIT

[avelnfear]

Chapter Thirteen

Masterpost

Sam couldn’t stop pacing the edge of the Isle of the Phantom Fright and Grave. It was a long walk, but she’d already completed it ten times by now. Danny was bringing some people from Gotham to the Phantom Isle, and she couldn’t figure out how to feel about it. She’d always been told that her emotions were too intense, but this was one of the few times she actually agreed.

She and the others had all seen what memories Danny had been willing to show thanks to the powers of a Viewing Room, but that wasn’t enough, was too much, was- Ancients she didn’t know! Apparently, according to the stupid old Clock, she and the others would regain their memories of the past when they reached a certain point in their Existence, but she didn’t want to wait that long, couldn’t wait that long.

These people were some she had likely never met, people she didn’t know how to defend against, people that could betray Danny without her ever knowing because she was too busy helping to do damage control on the last betrayal. If the people were anything like the memories, they were highly trained and capable of doing damage to Danny that she wouldn’t be able to help undo. If they were anything like the memories, then they would never willingly cause that type of damage.

She knew that Damian knew of one past life, probably the one Danny had shown them snippets of, but she didn’t know if any of the others remembered. Sam was still haunted by the look on Danny’s face when she’d asked who all had the memories. There had to be something that Danny wasn’t telling them, but she couldn’t interrogate him about it when talking about it hurt him so much.

Sam huffed as she spun around to begin pacing again, the black and green of her skirt flaring around her in a satisfying way. She passed the beautiful architecture of the buildings on the Isle, all themed around different members of their little group, some of which probably belonged to the very people Danny was currently escorting here, the people to blame for her doing much more walking than she’d planned to today.

Footsteps on the path around her alerted her to an approaching person that could only be Jazz. Danny and Elle were with the group, along with Damian and Talia, and Tucker was locked away in his spiraling tower, trying his best to make sure Jack would never find Danny. With the footsteps came an overwhelming feeling of calm-soothing-happy-peace-arrival. The feeling oozed through the air in a way that made Sam’s spine crawl in an odd way.

“Glad to see someone’s in a happy mood.” Sam’s voice was low and grumbly, making her sound more like an immature child than she’d wanted.

“It is understandable why you would not feel the same, you don’t feel like you have enough information. You aren’t seeing or feeling what I am, what they are. Come, walk with me.” Jazz’s voice was calm, and her face was fixed into the expression she wore when she knew something that would help if only she could figure out how to share it without breaking any vows or rules.

Sam sighed, letting the tension in her body relax as she nodded. “This had better not make me late to greet them though.”

“Relax,” Came the knowing reply, “Danny will be a little late due to the changes the Realms are going through right now, he forgot to account for the moving of Skulker’s Hunt-Lair due to what today is.”

Sam scowled to be reminded of the main reason she was so worried besides the guests that would be arriving. She kept her mouth shut, knowing Jazz would just give her a vague answer about Danny knowing what he was doing when it came to this. 

They walked down a path that hadn’t been there a few seconds before, neither batting an eye because of how normal of an occurrence this was. It could only have been about a minute before they stopped in front of a sprawling landscape that looked like a lot of different types of animal habitats had been combined in a way that didn’t quite make sense to Sam, but she appreciated the care the plants had reviewed even if she’d never been able to enter this space. There was a cabin in the center area that looked cozy and easily defensible. All in all, it didn’t look like a horrible place, even if she wasn’t as good at Danny or Jazz at using a person’s surroundings and mannerisms to gauge their personality.

“What do you see?” The question felt calm on the surface, but a strange sense of anticipation laid under it, like a tiger in the shade.

Sam raised an eyebrow at Jazz before telling her about the observations Sam had made. Jazz nodded before saying, “I see Damian.”

Sam straightened, suddenly tense for an entirely different reason than before. No one had been able to figure out who the strange zones not claimed by any of them belonged to, but now Jazz was telling her that this strange field was Damian’s? Suddenly, the purpose of their walk hit her with the force of a fully charged ecto-laser. Jazz was trying to comfort her by telling her which place belonged to which person after letting her observe it with an open mind.

She suddenly felt much more enthusiastic for what was to come. That was, until a thought crossed her mind. “I’m not continuing this if it will stop me from being there when they arrive.” Her tone was one that usually brokered no arguments, but one could never be too sure with the Nightengale siblings.

“It will be fine, Danny forgot to calculate some islands shifting, so they’ll be a bit longer than earlier estimates. The latest we will be is a few moments after they arrive.” The look Jazz gave her was knowing, and the feeling that swamped Sam was one that told her to listen and follow without giving too much away.

“Lead on then.” Her tone was much more defeated than she felt, but it was the only form of rebellion she would give, playing it up was a necessity.

Duke, Stephanie, Cass, Alfred, Tim, and Bruce were all locked behind Clockwork Spoiler Fences. Meaning she only saw a wall of clocks rather than the actual interior. She was starting to get frustrated when they approached a massive big top tent surrounded by all sorts of interesting and out of place items. 

Jazz didn’t even ask a question this time, probably sensing Sam’s rising frustration. “The area belongs to Dick, it breathes him if you listen close enough. The out of place objects are symbols of those he considers family, those he would do anything to protect. Do you understand why I’m telling you this, why I’m showing you this?”

Sam almost snapped a rude answer out of frustration, but then some of the things in the yard registered to her. They looked newer then the others, less sure in a way that she couldn’t describe. There was a tech filled area that kind of looked like Tucker’s work area when he found a project that he couldn’t put down, there was a small library section filled with psychology books and notebooks with a good light above it, there was a mini greenhouse, and there was an area that looked like it was ripped from the night sky to be made into a nice lounging area with plenty of room for lots of people.

“I. You.” It was like the frustration drained out of her as the biggest  realization of the night hit her. “Dick is like Danny, very family oriented. It doesn’t matter if the others were locked behind fences because Dick isn’t. You wanted me to know that Danny trusting them has a reason. You’ve definitely seen more memories than us and know that I’d trust them anyway, but I needed to calm down first. I get it. We can go back now.”

Jazz gave her a bittersweet smile that had her hackles raising. “We aren’t quite done yet. Follow.”

Sam was nervous, yet she followed, there was nothing else to do. They came upon what looked like a building that would definitely fit into her mental image of Gotham, a bizarre mix of styles that somehow fit together, likely paying homage to several different stages in the person’s life. Most of the windows were covered in locks and ways to stop people from seeing inside, even far up the building. Sam could see a few traps that looked well made.

She looked to Jazz, confused, only to see a look that she couldn’t decipher, too many emotions in so few space. Turning back to the building, she looked closer, finding signs of wear and tear and a few hasty looking patch jobs. A couple sections looked burned, a few had odd water damage, and a few looked like they were being held together by pure will after an explosion. There were some paint jobs that looked like they were done with human blood, and there were some parts that looked like they would fit a mansion better.

Looking even closer, she saw something that stopped all the thoughts in her head. Something that stopped her heart, stopped her breathing, and had her feeling like she was falling. Hidden in a way most people wouldn’t catch were symbols, ones she could barely read, Existence Speak given written form. Most were written in a hand she recognized, Danny’s, but some of it was written by someone she’d never met. That wasn’t what had stopped everything about her though. Hidden just a little better were symbols she did recognize, could read, and never thought she’d see.

“I see Jason.” The words were near breathless, full of sorrow and hope and so many other emotions. They sounded almost like they hurt to say, pulled from unwilling lips in a way that had Sam’s emotions rising and swirling with defensive intent.

“Who was going to tell me Jason was Danny’s betrothed?”

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Dick couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was off. He’d known Danny for close to a year now, long enough to know at least a little about how he operated, and Danny wasn’t straying from that pattern. It rubbed him the wrong way in such a way that he couldn’t verbalize it. Jason was off too and not just off in the way he’d been lately. The family had gotten used to the new normal, and Dick seemed to be the only one to notice something was very off.

If he was being perfectly honest, Dick expected there to be some tension in the air, a group of them was going to another dimension that contained all the afterlives and more, anyone would be tense at that. However, even those one would expect not to be tense had this sense of urgency underlaying everything they did.

He was getting better at knowing when to push and when not to, thanks to all the therapy he’d finally signed up for, but he couldn’t seem to find a way to safely navigate whatever was going on today. Figuring it would help soothe his nerves, and trusting his family to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid while he was zoned out, he went over his list for the day.

He had brought along his gift for Tim, so it wasn’t that he was forgetting anything. He had double checked to make sure their alibis were as good as possible. Dick had even taken the time to arrange back-up alibis that would work in some of the cases the originals would have failed. He’d done everything to plan for as much as he could, so the tension wasn’t coming from him in any way.

Then what could possibly be the reason? They were doing this trip for Jason, Danny had agreed, Damian and Nellie were excited for the trip until today, Talia was doing her best to make sure everyone had a good time, Bruce had done as much research as possible, Tim had asked every question he could think of, and the others were filled in on what all was going down. There was no logical reason for this much tension to be happening.

He was dimly aware of the group entering a warehouse and boarding an insane looking vehicle, was it frog shaped or was that just him stressing too much to see it clearly?, but he refused to focus until he figured out where the tension was coming from.

He didn’t get much further into his thoughts before someone was talking at him. “Why?” He internally winced at the word he hadn’t meant to blurt.

His awareness of his surroundings came back as he found himself staring into the emotionless face of Nellie. “Buckle before we have to host another funeral for you. Once was bad enough, don’t make it happen twice.”

Every thought left his head as he sank into a seat and numbly snapped the many straps around his body, there were more safely straps here than in the Bat Jet. As soon as he was fully strapped in, her words sank straight to his bones, giving him a horrible idea that he immediately brushed aside to focus on the world around him. That couldn’t be the reason for the tension, Danny and the others had to be more aware than that.

The strange ship they were in jolted forwards and suddenly they were in a wash of green. It was close enough to a Lazarus Pit that Dick knew the entire family would be on edge, but he found that he couldn’t rip his eyes away from it long enough to double check. Something about the place seemed so familiar, so… he couldn’t even figure out what. The tension from before fell to the second priority as he struggled to see as much of the world as he could.

“The Nightingale Dimension Hopper is completely opaque on the outside yet completely see through on the inside without showing any of the things that make it function.” There was pride in Damian’s voice, pride Dick never thought he would get to hear about anyone but Baby Bat’s animals.

He shifted slightly in his seat in order to see the screens better and let out a yelp of surprise when his seat adjusted itself so that he was facing the wall. There was purple spiraling into the green around him, the combo should have brought to mind the Joker, but all Dick could think about was his parents, oddly enough.

“Did we forget to mention the seats will adjust themselves based on who is seated in them?” Nellie sounded like she was going to say more when she was cut off by the slightly tense voice of Danny.

“Explanations can wait, I’m switching off of autopilot, there will be more shifts than originally calculated for. Everyone needs to be completely buckled in, now. Including you Nellie.”

There was a whine even as Dick heard the sound of her complying with her parent’s orders. The Hopper jolted before darting down in a dizzying spiral, Dick’s chair adjusting to let him see the doors snapping into rightful place mere seconds after they passed. Suddenly, they started heading up at a slow pace, still weaving around doors that shifted around them in a way that simply felt right. 

The trip was filled with sudden shifts in speed and direction as Danny continued to skillfully avoid doors that hadn’t been there a few seconds earlier. There were some near collisions that pulled gasps from those near Dick, but he couldn’t figure out why. It was clear to him why Danny needed to make those changes, they would have been hit otherwise.

Despite the strange flying that followed a pattern Dick was beginning to think the others couldn’t see, the flight was going fairly smoothly until Dick shouted a wordless warning right as Danny slammed on the brakes, hard. They came to a stop so sudden that it produced a screeching noise from someone in the room.

“Why did you stop?” Bruce’s gruff voice demanded seconds before a massive island snapped into place with a sense of purpose. 

Dick didn’t know what he was feeling, what he was thinking, or why it happened, but a weapons deck that just looked like a wall of weapons suddenly appeared in front of him. He ignored every button except one he knew would increase their speed. His hand was already moving towards it as Damian shouted from behind him, “Hit it!”

If he thought the Hopper was fast before, it was nothing compared to this. The speed they were going was hard to describe. Dick tried to think of something he could use to explain this to those not here, but the only thing he could come up with didn’t make sense. After all, how could a ship outspeed a Flash, but that was exactly what it felt like. Dick could almost physically feel time slowing down as the Hopper accelerated to speeds that could only be described as impossible.

As suddenly as the speed started, it stopped, which definitely should have snapped their necks. It made perfect sense to Dick that it wouldn’t, however, because it was an invention Danny made, so of course it wouldn’t kill those Danny invited to board.

Wait a minute, why would he know that?

A/N: I won't be tagging anymore people after this post, please just subscribe to the masterpost.

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No way did I just see a post saying I harass people, sweetie I'm on my knees dming people when they break their dni, I literally apologise for breaking dni to tell them even though they unknowingly did it first lmaooo I'm so nice it makes them be nice to me

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pls 🥺 write empathy verse 🥺

let the batfam help danny while jazz manages to accidentally seduce jason

Oh my god, it has a name. My little ficlet series has a name.

I like it, though. I guess it has to go on the masterlist now. 🤣

So, when I say it's not turning into a full fic, I mean I'll keep posting little snippets of <1k words as I think up scenarios. Those will mostly be typed on my phone with minimal editing before being posted. They'll be a bit rough around the edges (the protocol for RAs on a vigilante visit to residents on their floor is fine in substance, but I don't love how it came out, for example).

It'll probably be written out of order, which is something I usually hate doing.

I'm just gonna skip the boring bits I don't have strong ideas for which means I can post more frequently without getting bogged down by details.

I just already have 3 active wips and 2 in hiatus and want to finish at least something there before taking on another full project! My usual limit is 2 active wips for a reason. 🤣