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poke-me-with-a-stick · 9 months

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Chapter 22 of 'Artificial Wingman'!

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Jazz giggled quietly to herself, quite amused at the look of disbelief etched into Jason's features. They had already made it to the apartment building he lived in, the man wanting to change into some 'civilian clothes' before they headed for the docks, and Jason still seemed to be reeling over the fact that her brother traveled to another dimension so often that he was beginning to learn how to make his own doorways in and out.

"Is my brother making his own way out of the 'Realms really that much of a shock?" She asked him, stifling another round of giggles as he shoved his hand through his messy curls. "I mean, you're a vigilante, in a world with other heros. Is that sort of thing unusual here?"

It was his turn to be amused. He snorted, letting his hand fall back to his side. "Nah. I mean, we deal with a lot of people, and some have abilities, but none can tear the fabric of reality like it's paper. Well," he paused his hand coming up to rub at the skin just below his domino mask, "except for the speedster. But they usually travel through time, not to different realities." When she raised her eyebrow at him, he corrected himself. "I mean, they can travel to different dimensions, but it's usually pretty difficult for them, and they usually try not to do it often." He explained. "And it's not like we haven't been to other dimension either, we just haven't really been to one that didn't have at least some version of us in it. We've seen and experienced a lot of stuff, but a dimension without the people that make up the Justice League? That's one that hasn't really come up."

"Wow. And I thought our lives were weird." Jazz giggled again, stopping to let Jason open the door for her. His apartment was the same as the last time she had been there, unsurprising considering that she had been there not even a full day ago. The only differences were the still-drying dishes in the dish rack and the faint smell of breakfast hanging in the air.

"Feel free to look around," Jason waved a dismissive hand at his sparsely decorated apartment as he walked past her and down the hall, "just don't touch anything that looks dangerous. I'll only be a minute." With that, he closed what Jazz assumed was his bedroom door, leaving her alone in his home for a second time.

She glanced around the open space, taking in the details that she hadn't noticed the first time she had been here. Now that she wasn't worried sick for her brother, she could admit that she was a bit curious. Jason didn't have a lot of stuff lying around, a few well-cared for books stacked on the end table was the most 'clutter' she could find. The coffee table had coasters, and a small succulent, but was otherwise pretty empty. Part of her wondered if the lack of personal items was a personal preference, or a side effect of being a vigilante. Then again, Danny's room was always a mess, so maybe it was a personal thing.

One thing in the room did catch her eye, however. It wasn't a book, but a picture frame, resting on the window seal. Walking over to it, she crouched down, brushing the intricately carved wood gently with her finger tips. It was smooth and glossy under her touch, worn but strangely pristine. Almost like it hadn't been touched much, besides having been moved around.

Behind the glass in the frame sat an old picture, creases from being folded up paired with ridges and yellowing that came with age. In the photo, there was a very small, scruffy-looking boy that clung to the leg of a woman. The woman herself didn't look to be in the best condition, her clothes baggy on her thin frame and her face slightly gaunt, but there was a loving look in her eyes as she gazed down at the small boy beside her. Despite her ragged appearance, Jazz couldn't help but think that the woman was strangely beautiful, in a weird way.

There was a somewhat bittersweet air that clung to the frame, so strong that even she could feel it, which was odd because sensing emotional imprints was more of Danny's thing than hers.

'Maybe I shouldn't mess with it,' Jazz thought, standing up reluctantly. It felt oddly personal, to be messing with something that was obviously sentimental in some way. So she backed away, leaving it in favor of looking around some more. She peeked at the books he had left out instead, raising her eyebrow at some of them. She really never would have pegged him as a Pride and Prejudice fan, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed to fit him.

It was only a few minutes later that Jason walked back into the living room, his vigilante gear replaced by a black leather jacket, plain t-shirt, and loose fitting jeans. Slinging a bag over his shoulder, he paused and raised and cocked his head to the side. "Are you a fan of Pride and Prejudice too?" He asked her, walking over and crouching next to the couch where she had sat down.

Jazz nodded. "I read a lot of different things when I was younger. Pride and Prejudice was one of my favorites for a while." She admitted to him, setting the book back on its pile before she stood. "So, are you ready to go?" She asked, offering him her hand.

Jason looked her over for a second before taking her hand. She didn't have to pull him up though, the man standing up on his own. Gripping her hand firmly, he gestured towards the door with his free hand. "Yep. Lead the way," he said, a roguish smirk on his face.

Jazz rolled her eyes at him, but didn't bother protesting as she walked out, pausing to let him lock the door back before pulling him along, down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk. She wasn't quite sure where she was going, but she was pretty sure that this had been the way she came from when she had first gotten here.

Jason let her lead him through Gotham's grimey alleyways, not once protesting. Even though she was pretty sure she took a few wrong turns, and had led them in a circle at least twice. Thankfully, luck was somewhat on her side today, because the pair managed to make it to the warehouse she had left the Speeder in before the sun had a chance to set.

Dropping his hand, Jazz grabbed the edge of a metal cover that replaced one of the warehouse's broken windows. With one heave, the tin was bent upwards enough for her to slide through. The redhead held it open for Jason, waiting for him to slip through before she dropped it, only flinching slightly at the loud rattly bang it made as it slammed back into place.

"It should be in here," she told the man, walking forwards as she tried to remember where exactly she had parked it. The only downside to having a vehicle with an invisibility setting, it made it hard to find if you don't remember exactly where it was left.

"Are you sure about that? Because I'm not seeing anythi-" Jason's voice cut off mid-sentence, a metallic thump ringing out. "Gah!" the man shouted. "Son of a-" Jazz turned around quickly, hurrying over to where he was half-crouched, holding his shin. As she got closer, she could hear him muttering words that, under normal circumstances, she would have felt inclined to scold him for. Seeing as how he was in pain though, she decided to let it slide, just this once.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she knelt down beside him, her hands hovering between the two, uncertain if she should interfere.

"Yeah, m'fine." Jason gritted out, massaging the tender skin of his leg. "Just hit it on something, I'll be fine." As if to prove his words, the man stood up, only stumbling slightly as he reoriented himself. "What did I even kick though? I don't see anything here."

"Well," Jazz sat back on her heels before pushing herself up as well, "that'd probably be what we're looking for." Turning to where the man had stood only a few seconds ago, the redhead carefully reached out her hands, waving them about slowly as she searched for the invisible vehicle. It only took a few seconds for her fingers to brush the cold, thick metal of one of the Speeder's rear thrusters. "Aha!" She exclaimed, letting her hands follow the thruster back to the body and over the framework until she felt the handle of the door. "Great work, Jason! You found it!"

"Found wha-" Jason's half-confused, half-exasperated question trailed into silence as she unlocked the door and pulled it open, causing the vehicle's invisibility to fall and reveal the sorta-futuristic looking hovercraft. "...somehow I wasn't expecting this." He finally spoke after a few minutes of silence. A silence that went relatively unnoticed by Jazz, who was busy digging through the clutter in the back seat. When Jason received no response, he walked up to the door himself, ducking his head in to check out the surprisingly spacious inside of the impossible vehicle. "What did you say the Speeder was again?" He asked, climbing inside to peer at Jazz around the driver's seat.

She didn't stop rummaging as she answered him. "Uhh, technically I didn't tell you what it was? I just said that I arrived in it." Shoving a bag out of her way, she paused to blow a strand of loose hair from her face before diving back in. "But technically it's a spacecraft, only its made to withstand the Ghost Zone, not outer space." Huffing, she sat back from the mess in front of her. "This isn't working. We'll just have to take the Speeder back with us and let Danny hunt down what he needs." Shuffling back towards the front, Jason watched as she slid awkwardly over the front bench seats, twisting until she sat upright once again. "But where would we hide it? As much as I appreciate Harley and Ivy's generous hospitality, we probably shouldn't stay there. I wouldn't want to intrude anymore than we have already…" her hand came up to rub her chin as she tried to think.

"Don't worry about that." Jason spoke up, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. "I know a place you and Danny can crash. And don't worry," he reassured her when she began to protest, "it's a private, out of the way spot with an underground garage."

Jazz still hesitated, but eventually nodded. "Alright." She agreed, only a bit reluctant to accept his offer. "But only if we aren't bothering you."

Jason laughed. "It's not a problem, Princess."

"Princess?" She repeated the nickname, tilting her head and squinting at him, ignoring the way her cheeks warmed with a light blush.

"I-uh," he stuttered, his face flushing a deep red. "I didn't, mean to say that."

Jazz giggled at the man's embarrassment, waving off his stuttered apologies. "It's fine, Jason." She reassured him, trying her best to stifle her snickering. "Not the first time someone's called me that." Though, she wasn't about to reveal that the other person that called her princess was her Dad. Still, she had to admit that it was kinda cute to see him all flustered.

"I think I'll just shut up now." Jason muttered lowly, sliding out of the way so that Jazz could settle into the driver's seat. He forced his embarrassment away, instead focusing on trying to understand all the different buttons and switches she pressed and flipped to start the Speeder up.

"Oh," Jazz suddenly starts, just as they began pulling out of the warehouse. "You didn't stare at my butt when I was climbing over the seat, did you?"

Safe to say, Jason felt one hundred percent justified in his half-strangled noise of denial. Her laughter didn't help as his face turned crimson again. Forget about her being a goddess, she was the fuckin' devil.

'That probably shouldn't make her more appealing…'

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(I know there are probably some spelling/grammar mistakes but it's okay because I tried my best!)

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jamsofdeath0 · 1 year

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I think my least favorite ship of anything ever that isn't just like pedophilia may be Jazz/Jason. dpdc

First of all 96% of the time it's therapist/patient. And the other 4% of the time Jazz acts like a therapist to him even if she isn't technically his therapist. the whole ship is just "wait a minute, can give Jason a girl that can fix him!"

It perpetuates so many gross tropes.

Women who makes Man less terrible

Therapist/Patient

Are the two big ones.

And clearly they go hand in hand.

A therapist literally cannot date a patient. Not only is it dangerous and terrible practice they'd lose their license. It's an unhealthy dynamic. One person clearly holds more power in the relationship. Perpetuating and romanticizing this ship as normal or healthy especially in a family with a lot of children could literally lead to someone being taken advantage of.

You know if you are going for a fucked up storyline and not a cutesy one it could work. Oh it could work sooooo well. Specifically on the dc side of things.

Going to assume anyone reading this has not picked up a single detective comics comic in their life. Because well I'm sure some of you have but I also know a good chunk of dpdc hasn't. This is just to cover all my bases so we're all in the same page.

Jason aka Redhood was am orphan kid who got picked up and adopted by Bruce Wayne AKA Batman at like 12. He then became a robin because like the kid before him he could not keep his nose out of vigilante business. At 15 he ran off to Ethiopia to try to find his birth mother, he before then had assumed his dead adoptive mother was his birth mother, only for her to betray him to the Joker. He then got beaten half to death and blown up in a warehouse. A few years later in universe and like many many years later outside of universe he came back. Using "Redhood" and running a crime syndicate.

The Joker was a crimelord until he fell into some fucked up green acid and lost his mind. Previously he was going by "Redhood".

Harley Quinn was an Arkham psychiatrist until she "fell in love" with Joker and eloped with him. Where he proceeded to abuse her for years.

Get what I'm getting at yet? Jason is using Jokers old alias.

Giving Jason a psychiatrist/therapist girlfriend could be a really fucked up way to make him once again follow in Jokers footsteps. Especially if you make it explicitly abusive in either Jazz or Jason's side.

#dp x dc #jazz fenton #jazz fenton x jason todd #danny phantom

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starlightshadowsworld · 11 months

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Fallen into the rabbit hole that is Jazz Fenton X Jason Todd.

It is absolutely fucking adorable and so I'm adding it to the Red Knight.

Like Danny's like I found this guy who's possibly a halfa but I'm also the king of ghosts and realise that may freak him out.

And Jazz offers to scope out and meet the guy.

Comes back like... Sooo... I found him.

And we're dating now soo that happened.

#The tik toks are so cute I'm crying they were dancing in the kitchen #the red knight #jazz fenton #Jazz Fenton X Jason Todd #Jason todd

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shewhowillrise · 3 months

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Jason who’s been gushing about Jazz: oh and her younger brother killed the entire justice league in an alternate timeline. Don’t worry he fixed it. I wanna invite him over for dinner because I think him and Tim would nerd out together. But he’s embarrassed and think you’ll hate him but technically he hasn’t killed anyone in this timeline so hey, already better start than me! He didn’t even come back from the dead insane either!

Bruce: excuse me what

Jason: so just can you be a little less broody, I’m hoping if you like him, then it’ll give me some brownie points for trying to kill him when we first met because he was in my haunt

Bruce: wait hold-

Jason: and now whenever I’m hanging out with Jazz he always glares at me when I take her out and bring her back home and hey, if he starts dating Timbers then he won’t be there to glare at me all the time

Bruce: may I speak-

Jason: and I like I just really want him to like me because I want to do this the, well not right, but the more traditional way and ask permission for Jazz’s hand in the eternal realms of forever but I have a feeling if I ask him now he’d have me beheaded by the court

Bruce: Jason this is the first time I’ve seen you in a month calm-

Jason: and I just would rather not be a beheaded entity. I can’t be the red hood without a head to put the hood onto!

Bruce grabbing his shoulders: JASON!

Jason:…

Bruce: I love you son but what the fuck

#Bruce Wayne #Jason Todd #jasmine fenton #jazz fenton #anger management #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt

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kreerain · 2 months

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Fenton parents make an invention to reverse a ghost's evil impulses!" It actually brings a ghost's instincts forward. The effects last about two weeks.

The Fentons are in Gotham when they get the chance to use it on Phantom.

Good news: it happens near the Bats, so he's quickly rescued.

Bad news: baby ghost instinct wants parents and turned human to get reassurance. That did not happen and now Red Hood has a crying, keening teenager shaped leech.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dpxdc #jason todd #batman #dp x dc #batfam #jack fenton #maddie fenton #bad reveal #fenton parents #ghost lore #red hood #liminal or halfa jason #someone will be adopted by the end of this #Jazz is PISSED

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epkot94 · 29 days

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*Jason Todd coparenting de-aged!Danny with Jazz*

Jason: Remember what we talked about?

Danny: right!

*Danny toddling past Dick at the family dinner that evening*

Dick: Hey, Danny! How’s my favorite nephew?

Danny: Daddy says not to talk to cops without a lawyer

Dick: ….

Danny: ACAB

Dick: 🤯😵

Jazz: Danny! … Jason! What did you tell our son?!?!

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc universe #dc x dp #jason todd #batman #dc x dp prompt #jazz fenton #they never should have made dick a cop

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king4queenv · 2 months

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You With The Dark Curls

The first time Jazz saw him, he was helping a lost child find their parents.

But it wasn't him helping the child that caught her attention (that was an added bonus).

No, it was his dark curls with the little white patch. That little white patch that brought back so many past memories. That white patch looked right at home with his dark curls.

Part 2 Jason's pov

#dpxdc #jazz fenton #jason todd #hardcover ship #anger management ship #jazz/jason #jason x jazz #jazz fenton x jason todd #dc x dp crossover

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agentianlegend · 1 year

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A Vigilante, a Different Vigilante’s Sister and a Villain Walk Into a Bar

A Danny Phantom x Batfam (DC) Crossover

AO3 | FFn

Tags: Anger Management, BAMF Jazz Fenton, Supportive Jazz Fenton, Awkward Flirting, Flirting, First Dates, BatPham, Fluff, but not like super hardcore fluff, more like light and playful fluff preceding badassery

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"I enjoy the classics. Especially moody or creepy ones. Eyre, Poe, sometimes Dickens."

Jazz nodded approvingly. "I lean towards nonfiction, mostly, but I enjoy a good ghost story."

A smile teased the corner of Jason's mouth. "Poor little Casper doesn't scare you?"

"Psh, please, growing up my house was basically haunted," Jazz dismissed. "Though you might think I'm crazy if you don't give any stock to the existence of ghosts. Do you believe in life after death?"

Jason was visibly suppressing a smirk. "You'd be surprised."

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"Why do you have a gun?!"

"It's fuckin' Gotham. And I saw that silver piece peeking out of your purse," Jason indignantly replied. "Don't act like you're not packin'."

"That's different. It's a peeler; it's not for humans."

The local whirled around to gawk at her. "The fuck is it for, then?!"

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Summary: Jason and Jazz surprise each other when their date takes a turn for the dangerous. But, hey, rogues need therapy too, right?

A bit of gratuitously bad flirting that somehow still works, plus a dash of badassery on the side.

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Well peeps when @weshney / @weshneyreblogger tagged me in a post by @spacedace about Jazz therapizing rogues around Gotham rather than in Gotham, it combined with my recent love of the Anger Management ship to become a deliciously awful first date idea.

I saw you guys wanted to be tagged in a continuation of the initial post, so here you go! I hope you enjoy it even though I went off-script a bit lol

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#dp x dc #dc x dp #batpham #anger management #jazz x jason #Jazz Fenton x Jason Todd #vvv fic #jazz has a thing for oreos #jason todd #jazz fenton #batfam #red robin #dpxdc #phanfic #danny phantom #my fic

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agent-sushi-fbi · 3 months

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Late night post!

Happy Valentine’s Day! @therandomsith

Glad I got to participate in the @valentines-core-exchange this year!

#jazz fenton #jason todd #protective jason todd #jazz Fenton x Jason Todd #danny phantom #dpxdc #batpham #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #ao3 #dp x dc au #Valentine’s Core Exchange 2024 #gift #anger management ship #badass jazz Fenton

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 1 year

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Chapter 10 of ‘Artificial Wingman’

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In the end, he didn't get to check out the apartment. After the robbery, which was not close to his current location, thank you very much- He stumbled across several separate break-in attempts, along with a handful of muggings and a small-time drug dealer who just happened to make the mistake of propositioning one of the Alley's kids.

When he finally stumbled into his apartment, the sun was painting the smog-covered sky with orange and pink hues. Any thoughts about the apartment were lost in his exhausted haze as he stumbled through his bedroom door, taking his helmet and mask off before flopping onto the squeaky mattress. He didn't bother with the rest of his vigilante gear, fading out of consciousness painting the smog-filled horizon with purple and orange hues. Kicking off his boots, Jason pulled his helmet and domino mask off before collapsing onto his squeaky mattress. Any and all thoughts of checking the safehouse fled his mind, his brain muddled by exhaustion. The man was out before his head hit the pillow. The only thing that managed to push to the forefront of his mind before he drifted off, was the hopeful thought of sleeping until dusk.

Sadly, he didn’t get that. Barely three hours later, Jason found himself awoken by the familiar sound of his phone ringing. Grumbling, he threw his arm out towards the sound, feeling around blindly for the device. Several things crashed to the ground from his nightstand, an empty plastic cup, a vanilla and lavender scented candle that was gifted to him by one of the alley kids, and a book he had been reading during his down time, all hitting the floor with various thuds. Finally his fingers grazed the simplistic black case of his phone.

Fumbling around with it, Jason tried to hang up on whoever wanted to interrupt his much needed sleep. He bit back a groan when instead, he picked the call up. Faintly, his brother’s voice filtered through the speakers. “Hold up a sec,” he rasped. Squinting at the bright screen, he clicked the speaker icon. Letting the phone drop back onto his chest, he sighed. “Alright, what is it?”

“Hey, Jaybird! How’ve you been?” Dick asked, his voice much too cheery for Jason’s current mood.

“Cut to the chase, Dick. What do you want?” He growled out, not really up for all the ‘sibling pleasantries’ crap. He really, really just wanted to go back to sleep.

Jason could practically hear the pout in the man’s voice as he spoke. “Aww, what? I can’t just call my baby bro?” Even with how tired he was, Jason could hear the forced cheer in his brother’s tone. He stayed quiet, waiting. And- “Alright, fine. I did have a reason.” -there it was. As much as Dick liked to boast about the power of the eldest sibling, even he wasn’t immune to the uncomfortable silence.

“Spill.” He grumbled. Maybe if he made this call quick enough, he could hang up and get a few more hours in.

“Well, you know how Damian went AWOL a few days ago, right?” Worry crept into the man’s voice.

“...Yeah.” How could he not know? It was broadcast across all the comms by Oracle, not to mention the way the group chat blew up with any and all possible sightings of the teen, not that most of them panned out. The family was so tightly strung that even the sight of black hair or green eyes was enough to set them off. Jason thanked whatever entities that resided out there that the others were at least thorough enough to make sure it was the right kid they were following before trying to grab him.

“Well, we’ve been running into a few, er, dead ends over here, and I was kind of hoping to get your help. You have eyes and ears in places cameras can’t reach.” Which was Dick’s way of saying Oracle had nothing. Which, while concerning, wasn’t really all that unexpected considering the demon brat’s background.

“What about Replacement, or Cass, or Steph? Surely they would have an easier time tracking the brat down, yeah?” All of them were extremely capable, as well as charismatic. Well, Tim and Steph were, at least. Cass was better suited for tracking people down quickly. Honestly, it was a bit surprising that they hadn’t found him yet.

“Well, Tim is out for a bit, sadly. And Cass is acting… weird. Steph is checking around places Damian usually visits, but so far no dice.”

“What do you mean?” Jason asked.

“Huh? Oh, Tim worked himself a bit too hard and is currently passed out in his room. Alfred said to let him sleep, so he’s off the roster until he joins us again.” Dick rambled. Jason could imagine the hand motions going on right about now.

“What did you mean about Cass? And what about Bruce? Isn’t he looking for the kid?” With every word, hope that he would get any more sleep slowly died.

“Well, Bruce has been looking, but he had to attend a set of super important board meetings at WE. He tried his best to postpone them, but they were pretty insistent about it.” Dick told him, a bit of genuine humor leaking through.

“And Cass?”

“Ah, Cass. That one’s a bit harder.” Rustling from the other end, telling Jason that Dick was more than likely running his hand through his hair. “Well, for starters, she doesn’t seem all that worried. I mean, she’s plenty worried about Dami, but it’s less like an ‘Oh God He’s Missing!’ kind of way and more like a ‘I hope he’s eating alright’ kind of worried. And she’s been disappearing quite a bit. Not answering her phone until she gets back.”

“And you didn’t find that suspicious at all?” Damn, were all of his siblings morons?

Dick laughed. “I’m not dumb, Jay. Of course I found it suspicious. But when I asked Alfred if he knew anything, all he told me was that she knew what she was doing, and that we should probably leave it alone and focus on the task at hand.” Yeah, that sounded like Alfred alright. But if Alfred knew what Cass was up to, then it probably wasn’t anything too bad.

For now, Jason dismissed it. “Look, Dick. I’ll tell you what I told you when O gave me the news the first time. I’ll keep an eye out, but the kid can take care of himself. If he was really in danger, he would at least tell us, yeah?” Jason ignored the part of him that worried that the teen was a bit too much like him. Stubborn, and way too cocky. Thinking he could do things on his own without help. When Dick didn’t respond, Jason sighed heavily. “I’ll look around later tonight, if it’s not too busy. Alright?”

The grin Dick must have had was practically audible. “Yeah, alright. Thank you, Jason. Just, if you do find anything, call me. Okay?”

“Dick, you’re the first one I’ll call if I find the demon brat.” With that, he hung up. Letting the phone fall from his hand and onto the bedspread, Jason groaned. Flinging one arm across his face, Jason sighed. As much as his body begged for sleep, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to doze off again. Instead, he pushed himself up, slipping off the bed and stumbled over to the closet. Donning a pair of jeans and a plain gray T-shirt, he then headed to the kitchen. If he was gonna be up, food was a must.

Unfortunately, Jason found his kitchen in desperate need of a restock. His cabinets were bare aside from a box of out-of-date crackers, and his refrigerator didn’t have anything much either. Standing up from where he was crouched, digging through yet another empty cabinet, he sighed. Looks like the only way to go is fast food. And, much to Jason’s annoyance, the closest fast food joint just so happened to be the Batburger about two blocks away.

He was tempted just to ignore his hunger and grab some groceries for a proper meal, but the last time he had eaten was yesterday morning. And his stomach was having none of it. A loud gurgle from his abdomen made his decision for him. Slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing his wallet, Jason began the trek. His bike would have been better, but he wasn’t gonna risk losing it just for some greasy burgers. Besides, a little cardio never killed anyone.

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Jazz had been wandering around this perpetually gloomy city for the better part of two days, and she was beginning to think that this was all just a wild goose chase. She couldn’t track Danny like any other decently strong spirit would be able to, not ghostly enough to see or feel the ambient ectoplasm the teen let off naturally. But she was somewhat ghostly. One of the perks of being a strongly contaminated liminal, she was able to find areas coated in larger doses of ectoplasm. While it didn’t work that well in Amity, a city submerged in the stuff, it worked pretty well in places that didn’t give off a whole bunch. Places like this city.

She sighed as she passed another spot, the shimmering light blue mist sending a shiver down her spine as she passed. It wasn’t the strongest one she had come across, not by a longshot, but it was fresher than most of the one’s she had been finding. She felt like she had been all over the city at this point, having found the park where Danny had most likely tried his ‘experiment’ if the broken bird fountain was anything to go by. A mall that had had two spots, one in an occult shop that smelled way too strongly of incense along with one that coated the entirety of the plaza’s water fountain. An ice rink, which was a somewhat pleasant surprise. It warmed her that her brother still enjoyed the activity she had first introduced him to.

A grocery store, a movie theater, a flower shop, tons of random alleyways and sidewalks had been doused in her baby brother’s presence. There was even a rooftop that curled with the wintery mist. Not that she had climbed up there, not after spotting the brightly dressed cosplayers parkouring from roof to roof. She didn’t know enough about this dimension, and if there was a chance that they weren’t just fun dressing adrenaline junkies, she didn’t want to be on their radar.

Jazz looked up as she neared another spot, this one a bit different than the others. Sitting in front of her was a plain brick building, the front window along with the glaring neon sign above declaring it ‘The Batburger!’ Some sort of restaurant, judging by the strong smell of burgers and fries that wafted under the plexiglass door. Her stomach gave a singular growl at the aroma.

Turning away, she focused on another point in the distance, this one a bit fresher, and started towards it quickly. Loitering around would only make her more hungry, and the quickest way to solve that was to find her brother and get home. Where she knew that the money in her wallet would work. In her haste, Jazz didn’t notice the man until she ran into him, tumbling backwards. She would have landed hard on her rump if not for the two strong, burly arms that wrapped around her.

With a startled gasp, she looked up. Two beautiful green-tinged blue eyes met her teal ones, the same shocked look reflected back at her. A lock of white hair slipped down his forehead, drawing her attention further upwards. Raven black, a shade lighter than her brother’s true black, sat messy along his head. That singular lock had strayed from a rather soft-looking tuft of white that stood out proudly against the darker strands that surrounded it.

Tingles ran down her arms from where he touched her, almost like a ghost’s signature, but much weaker. ‘Liminal,’ she thought, letting her gaze drop back down to meet his. A small, friendly smile spread across her face, finally registering the position they were in. Her, bent over backwards, legs locked underneath her in case her support failed suddenly. And him, towering over her, both arms tucked snuggly around her waist, almost like they had done a drop during a tango. It was a bit of an awkward position, especially to keep holding like this. The backs of her knees were beginning to ache from the strain of staying like this.

“Umm, are you planning on letting me up anytime soon?” She asked, her smile widening slightly at the blush that spread across the man’s face. Cleaning his throat, he straightened both of them up quickly, holding her until she regained her balance. When he was sure she was steady, he smoothed out her clothes and took a step back.

Both of them were silent for a moment, before Jazz decided to break it.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Both of them paused, looking at each other as they registered their overlapped words. Opening her mouth, Jazz stuttered in her apology, before motioning towards him. “You first.” She giggled when she saw him make the same gesture, only to halt when she spoke. He froze for a minute, before nodding.

“I’m sorry, I should have watched where I was going.” She laughed slightly and waved him off.

“Yeah, I should have watched where I was going too. I’m sorry.” Jazz smiled at him once more, nodding to him, before turning around.

She didn’t get very far down the sidewalk before he called out. “Hey, wait!” Turning, she watched him jog over to her. “I really am sorry for almost knocking you over. So, uh. Maybe I could buy you a burger as an apology?” He gestured towards the restaurant behind them.

Jazz almost said no, almost told him it really wasn’t necessary. But her stomach took that moment to betray her. A loud growl interrupted any answer she might have given him. He smirked at her as a dark red blush spread across her face. Ducking her head slightly, all she could really do was nod. He said nothing as he led her into the establishment, something she appreciated greatly.

As soon as the door opened, she was flooded with the wintery chill of her brother’s presence. A cold that would have made most people shiver and tense, but instead she found herself relaxing into the familiar feeling. Strangely enough, it seemed the man in front of her had the exact opposite reaction, the muscles in his back tensing dramatically until they reached the strongest point, ‘where Danny must have been sitting,’. As they passed the booth, the man’s tense muscles seemed to give all at once, causing the man to stumble. Jazz leapt forward, catching the man while silently cursing to herself under the brunt of the man’s weight. Thankfully, he recovered quickly, murmuring another apology to her as they walked past the booth and over to the counter. ‘He’s a stronger liminal than I thought,’ she kept a close eye on him as they came to a stop.

As they waited in line, the man turned to her. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t really know what happened.” It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about.

“Oh! It’s no problem, really!” She rushed to assure him. “Besides, it’s not like you could help it, right? That dizzy spell must have come out of nowhere.” Did he not know that he was a liminal? It was a possibility, she supposed. She wouldn’t have known about her own liminality if it hadn’t been for Danny’s doctor friend Frostbite. She shook her head, glancing around to keep from staring at the man.

Behind the counter, a bored teen in a cowl glanced at them before letting his eyes drift around again. “Welcome to the Batburger, home of the bat burger, what can I get you on this bat-tacular day?” His tone made it clear how much he wanted to be anywhere else but here.

The man turned to her. “Well? What do you want to eat?”

She frowned a bit at that, looking up at the illuminated menu above the costumed teen’s head. None of the options made much sense to her, all seemingly named after something… maybe a character? Sighing, she gave up, instead turning back to the man beside her. “I’ve never eaten here before. Any recommendations?”

“Hmm,” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before nodding to himself. “Alright.” Turning to the teen, he ordered. “Two batmeals, both large, with soda for drink.”

The teen typed the order before looking back up. “Would you like either of those jokerized?” He asked.

The man’s lip twitched at the question, but all he did was shake his head. “No. No Jokerized fries, thanks.” Jazz couldn’t sense emotion like Danny could, but even she could practically feel his irritation. No, she could actually feel it. A surge of energy, much like the ones Danny gave off in tense situations, filled the air. It sent an almost slimy sensation down her back, raising the hair on her arms with the almost toxic aura it had. She couldn’t help but frown at the man’s broad, leather covered back in concern.

“That’ll be ten seventy two, and your order will be out in a bit.” He reached for something out of view, lifting up two large disposable cups with a bat symbol printed on the side. “Here are your drink cups, refills are free.” Business concluded, the teen grabbed his phone from the pocket of his black apron, leaning against the counter as he scrolled aimlessly.

The man headed towards the drink fountain, Jazz following him as he pointed out all of the themed drinks and explained what they really were. She settled on a cola, or as it was called here, the ‘Batgirl Fizz’. At least at Nasty Burger, they called things by what they were. Well, when it came to the drinks, anyways. As the man poured his, Jazz decided to find a seat. The restaurant itself was pretty empty, a couple near the door and a tween swinging their legs as they perched on one of the stools near the counter while their guardian paid for their meal. Even with all the available seating, Jazz still found herself drawn to the booth that had the strongest layering of Danny’s presence.

The man found her a few seconds later, grimacing slightly as he sat down across from her, but relaxing into the cheap red upholstery after a moment. The two of them sat quietly, His fingers drumming on the faux wood tabletop as Jazz tapped her foot on the slightly sticky tiled flooring.

Eventually, she broke the silence. “I’m Jasmine.” She told him suddenly, holding her hand out to him. He glanced up at her, surprised, but took her offered hand anyways.

“A very pretty name.” He complimented her. “I’m Jason.” His handshake was firm, the calluses on his fingers brushing against the ones that decorated her’s, sending shivers down her spine for a completely different reason than earlier.

“Call me Jazz.” She could feel the blush lightly dusting her cheeks. ‘God, I hope he doesn’t own a motorcycle. Danny will never let me live it down.’ She opened her mouth to say something else, whether it be something she would later regret saying she will never know, because the teen at the counter took that moment to call out their order number.

Jason quickly dropped her hand and stood up, his own face flushing slightly as he muttered something about grabbing their food and being right back. She took the time he was gone to compose herself. ‘Your here to look for Danny. Not to get flustered over hot men.’ she told herself firmly. ‘Even if they are built like a tank with actual muscles.’

By the time Jason made it back, Jazz had gotten over her slight meltdown, her exterior cool and collected. She had on her ‘Nice Face’, as Danny called it, a small smile that reached her eyes, but didn’t crinkle the corners of her eyes.

Jason sat their food down carefully before sliding back into his seat and dividing it between them. Once properly divided, he ripped the wrapper off of his burger and took a large bite, chewing slowly as his stomach audibly growled. Jazz’s stomach responded in kind, prompting her to follow his lead. Tearing the thin foil wrapper, she took a much smaller bite than he did, her eyes opening wide for a moment as she tasted the burger. ‘A bit better than the Nasty Burger.’ she thought after her second bite. Reaching over, she nibbled on one of the fries that came with her burger. ‘The fries could use work.’ she decided, wincing at the sogginess of it before swiping it through a small dipping cup of ketchup. Taking another bite, she nodded at the slightly altered taste. All in all, not bad for her first meal from another universe.

Jazz was half way through her burger when the silence was broken again. “Soo,” Jason Drawled out. She glanced up at him, her chewing slowing down as she waited for him to continue. “What are you doing here in Gotham?”

She swallowed her bite of burger, taking a sip from her cola before responding. “Well, to be completely honest, my baby brother is missing.” She told him. His face was blank for a moment, before concern and a bit of anger replaced it.

“He’s missing? Was he kidnapped? How do you know he’s here?” The anger, no more like a fierce protective rage, was nonexistent on his face now, but it was practically tangible in the air between them.

“He is missing, but he wasn’t kidnapped.” She rushed to assure him. “He came here of his own volition, but he hasn’t checked up with me in a few days. I got worried, so I decided to come after him.” Jason’s face had a doubtful look about it, but he didn’t say anything, instead nodding as he polished off his burger and started in on his fry. She didn’t miss the way his face scrunched slightly when he tasted the grease himself, dipping it in his own serving cup of ketchup before the next bite.

“What does he look like?” Jason asked her after a moment.

“Well, he’s about five three, with messy black hair and icy blue eyes. His teeth are kind of sharp, like fangs I suppose, though he’d never bite anyone, not without a reason anyways.” Her worry for her missing sibling slipped in that moment, causing her to ramble. “His eyes also kind of glow sometimes, and he has these really pale freckles on his face that kind of look like constellations. He also has a light scar that runs up his neck and partially onto his face, from an accident he was in a few years back.” She took a breath to continue, but Jason held up his hand to stop her.

“Alright, I think I’ve got it.” He took a sip of his drink. “Do you need any help looking for him?”

“Oh, no! I couldn’t ask you to do that.” Jazz responded immediately. “We just met, I really wouldn’t want to waste your time like that.” He frowned at her as she spoke. “Besides, I’m confident that I’ll be able to find him eventually.” He didn’t seem to take comfort in her words, but kept his mouth shut, focusing instead on the rest of his fries.

They sat in silence after that, both of them finishing their food quickly. The entire time, Jason had a look that seemed to be a mixture of worry and deep thought.

Piling their trash on the tray their food came on, Jason was quick to throw it away himself before meeting her by the front door. He patted her shoulder as they walked out, pausing on the sidewalk to shake hands again, slipping a piece of paper into her palm. “My number.” He told her when she gave him a curious look. “If you need anything else, you can call me, alright?” She didn’t get the chance to object before he was walking away, disappearing around the corner before she could really gather her bearings. Her chest squeezed lightly as the man left her line of sight, an almost sad feeling overcoming her. Shaking her head, she turned back to her original task.

Huffing out a noise that was half sigh, half laugh, she turned to face the opposite direction. There, in the distance, was that feeling of another ‘hot spot.’ It was fainter than it was earlier, meaning that it was probably from at least a day or two ago, but it was something. Sighing again, she started off in that direction. Completely unaware of the eyes that still watched her from around the corner. Or the tracker that had been oh-so-casually slipped into her pocket.

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Jason watched from around the corner as the Goddess woman strides off in the direction of middle/upper Gotham, a destination clearly in mind despite her obvious lack of knowledge of the city she was traversing. When she blended into the crowd, ‘How?! She was six feet tall with flaming red hair, how did she disappear that quickly?’, he turned to the tracker on his phone, a little red dot showing him exactly where she was. According to the tracker he had slipped into her pocket, she was headed towards what was well known as a teenage hangout spot, something on par with what a normal person would search when looking for a missing younger sibling.

Not that Jason thought that she had lied to him. No, it was just good to have proof in her actions as well as her words.

… Damn he was becoming as paranoid as Bruce, wasn’t he?

Shaking his head, Jason returned to his home screen. There were more important things he could focus on. Like how there was apparently another missing teen in Gotham, this one also with black hair and blue eyes. Granted, Demon brat’s eyes were green, not blue, but his point still stands.

As far as he knew, B hadn’t picked up any new strays. Though, it would explain Damian’s sudden disappearance if that was the case. None of them really knew how the teen would react, should Bruce’s adoption tendencies strike again, but He’s pretty sure that it was Tim who had money on storming out.

Then again, if that WAS the case, then why was everyone so worried about the brat? Things just weren’t really adding up right in Jason’s mind. Both cases were connected somehow, his gut told him so. And if there’s one thing he had learned in all his years of being a vigilante/crime lord/ anti-hero, it was to trust his gut.

Tucking his phone back into his pocket, Jason decided to head home for now. A rudimentary plan was beginning to form in his head, most of the details spotty due to his lack of vital information, but a plan nonetheless. But he needed something from home to enact it. After all, Jason Peter Todd-Wayne the civilian might not be able to help in the case of (possibly) two missing teens, but Vigilante and Anti-Hero of Crime Alley, The Red Hood, would be more than capable of tracking them down, and kicking the asses of whoever kept them gone for so long.

And if there was the possibility of getting to spend a bit more time with a beautiful, kickass redhead, well, no one could really say anything about it to him right? It was just an added bonus of the mission.

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“DIDJA SEE THAT, DANNY?!” Tim, a scrawny eleven year old now, excitedly smacked Danny’s arm.

“Ow. Yes, yes I did.”

“Oh, gosh, I have to tell Jazz about this!!” The kid waved his arms about wildly, grinning from ear to ear.

“Jaso- I mean, Robin, smiled at me! And said he liked my t-shirt!! Oh my god, he likes literature puns, he even laughed! And then he punched the bad guy in the face! Look! I even saved the tooth!”

“Okayyy, nope!” Danny plucked the tooth and tossed it, ignoring Tim’s betrayed face. “I’ll trade you that for this.”

Danny Held out a piece of paper with Robin’s and Batman’s sigil on it, from when he asked them to sign it after they “saved” the two brothers from the two-bit thugs trying to mug them.

“Oh. My. God. This is like the best day of my life!! I love you, Danny! You’re the best brother ever!! Oh my god! I have to get Nightwing’s signature!!!”

Danny felt a rush of warmth at Tim’s proclamation of affection. Ah, he should probably step in.

“Hey, wait, no, we’re not going to Blüdhaven for you to stalk another vigilante.”

“It’s not just any old vigilante-!” Tim ignored Danny’s dramatic clutching-pearls gesture of mock hurt. “It’s Nightwing. The original Robin! He gave me my first ever hug!”

Danny paused. God dammit.

“…Fine.”

“YESSSSSS!!!!”

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Danny-

“I’m gonna be Robin whether you want me to or not!”

-is so damn tired.

“Tim. I’m literally a vigilante ghost. What makes you think I’d be stupid enough to argue with a kid who runs around Gotham at night to take pictures of other vigilantes?”

Tim deflated. “Oh. Honestly, I thought you’d put up more of a fight…”

Jazz laughed and ruffled Tim’s hair. “I definitely couldn’t stop Danny when he went out. He trusted me to support him and I trusted him to come to me if he was injured, though. Can you promise me that, Tim?”

“Yeah… okay, Jazz, I promise.” Tim promised, even if he was still pouty.

Danny chimed in.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m totally worried and I’m gonna hover like a mother hen when you go out, but again, I know how stubborn and crazy we vigilante types have to be.” Danny paused. “Do you want me to put up a token protest?”

Tim nodded, sulking. “Yes, please. I had a speech planned out.”

Jazz and Danny exchanged amused glances.

“Oh, okay, my bad, kiddo. Here, let’s start from the top.”

“Okay. Ahem,” Tim straightened his back, settling into his previous mulish expression once more. “I’m gonna be Robin whether you want me to or not!”

Danny placed an appropriately disapproving frown on his face. “No, you can’t! It’s dangerous! You could get hurt! You’re just a child!”

Tim launched into his speech. “But I can’t stay still and do nothing when people are getting hurt! Even…!”

They were gonna be here for a while. There was definitely something about Batman going on a spiral because Jason wouldn’t be able to walk again after the Joker got to him. Danny wondered if ectoplasm could help. He might offer, if it actually had a change of getting Tim out of the vigilante business.

But that’s for later, because they had time. Jazz was on Spring Break… and they’re still staying here for free, after all of these years.

“So, how are you going to convince Robin to let you be Robin?” Jazz asked Tim.

Tim froze. “I… hadn’t thought of that yet.”

“Well, you could always remind him of the fact that we saved him from the Joker. He seemed pretty ready to leave the Robin mantle, the last time I saw him as Phantom.”

“I don’t want to blackmail him into it!” Tim whined.

“It’ll just be a suggestion, Tim.” Jazz smiled patiently.

“Besides,” Danny continued, smirking mischievously at his adopted little brother. “If you were actually blackmailing him, you’d pull out the photos where he ate dirt.”

“I guess that’s true…” Tim mumbled. “I know! I’ll have to follow them to see how I can best approach him!”

"I think that's called stalking," Jazz deadpanned.

"Well, it's not any worse than what he's already done." Danny shrugged at his older sister. "Sure, kid. Why not? Do whatever you want."

"I was planning to!" Tim bounced off to grab his photography gear. Jazz stared off after him.

"Should we be encouraging that?"

"More like can we actually stop him?" Danny leaned back, lazily completing his GED assignments. Jazz sighed.

"Guess not. Make sure he doesn't get in trouble."

"Do you even know how hard that is, Jazz?" Danny complained, dodging the whack Jazz sent at the back of his head. She smirked at him.

"Womp, womp, Danny. How does karma taste today?"

Danny flipped her off as he put the last punctuation on the paper. He heard a clatter and groaned.

“I’m gonna go watch Tim stalk Batman for the night. Want anything from the store?”

Jazz hummed. “Get me the specialty strawberry ice cream, from that one place?”

“The one that’s definitely a front for Falcone’s money laundering??”

“Yeah. They make good strawberry ice cream.”

“Sure.”

Danny went ghost and flew straight through the walls to catch Tim sneaking out by the scruff of his collar.

“No. Bad Tim.”

“Awww, come on Danny!”

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Finally getting help (prt 9)

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“So where’s the brother?” Jason asked as he followed Bruce down the hall.

“He’s in Tim’s lab. It seems like they’ll be able to share it, which is good even with as big as this place is I don’t think we have room for two mad science labs,” Bruce said with dry humour, making Jason laugh in spite of himself.

“Tim must be thrilled to have a buddy huh?” He asked, still chuckling. No one in this family was stupid by any means, he often felt like the dumb one and objectively he knew he was still a fucking genius. But even with all of them being That smart no one could keep up with Tim’s innovative and scientific mind.

“I think he might even learn a few things, which is a frightening concept. Danny asked for microwaves and toasters this morning so he could cannibalize them into anti-possession tech. The way that boy combines science and magic is going to give both me and Constantine ulcers.”

Jason snorted, both at the joke and maybe a bit out of pleasure that someone was going to be giving Bruce a hard time. “Well if you need a babysitter don’t call me. I don’t want to deal with any of that,” he chuckled.

“Oh absolutely not, you would only feed into the chaos,” Bruce said quickly making Jason cackle, because he was right.

“Alright,” Bruce murmured to himself when they reached the closed door to the lab, it was almost lost in the banging inside but Jason heard it. Heard Bruce bracing himself for whatever was going to happen when Jason and Danny met.

He opened the door and across the room Jason saw who must be Danny. He was prime adoption bait with his black hair and blue eyes, but he was… absolutely beautiful, slight and elven, gently curved and wired with muscle. Jason froze, and it seemed so did Danny, staring at each other from across the room. Butterflies fluttered in Jason’s stomach, building till they didn’t feel like butterflies but something buzzing, trying to get out. He could hear the growl coming from his chest, not his throat.

Danny’s eyes swirled with green and he vaulted over the work table, abandoning the half finished tech he was working on to lunge at Jason. He collided with Jason with a snarl of his own, Jason growled and flipped Danny over his shoulder, the hall was a closed space so Danny twisted, running into the wall feet first and landing in a crouch. Jason twisted so he didn’t have his back to a wall anymore as Danny lunged at him again and Jason dodged, pushing off the wall to give himself momentum as he threw himself after Danny.

Danny grabbed Jason’s arm and used his momentum to throw him over his hip, following him down to the ground, barely missing as Jason rolled away. He didn’t even think to draw a weapon, that wasn’t what this fight was about, they weren’t actually trying to hurt each other. Even as Jason punched down so hard he cracked the floor he somehow knew Danny would dodge, and wouldn’t get hurt. And Danny did, he got out of the way and lashed out in return, kicking Jason in the chest and sending him flying a few feet back giving Danny time to scramble back to his feet and chase after him.

This give and take carried them down the hall and to the landing by the stairs. Somewhere in the background Jason knew that someone was shouting at them to stop, and to be careful, but he wasn’t listening. He was too focussed on the growl emanating from Danny, and from himself which were starting to smooth out again, to feel less like desperate insects trying to escape and more like a cat’s purr, or some sort of song. They were reaching equilibrium, some sort of harmony.

He didn’t realize how close they were to the stairs until Danny knocked him back again and this time when he stepped back he didn’t land on solid ground. The two of them tumbled down the stairs, rapidly switching who was on top as they fell. Jason could feel himself collecting bruises but he didn’t fucking care.

They came to a halt at the bottom of the stairs with Jason on top, his forearm pressed against Danny��s chest just below his throat. They were both breathing hard, staring at each other with wide blue-green eyes. The growling died down, lowering down into purrs harmonizing with each other as they caught their breath. Jason’s was lower and Danny’s a little higher, it was a hypnotic sound that made Jason feel… peaceful.

Danny moved first, reaching up slowly to touch Jason’s face, but before he could Jason realized what they had done and the position he was in. He had fought with Danny, and he was now pinning an abused teenager to the floor straddling his waist. This looked bad and now that he realized what was happening it Felt worse! He practically shot up off of Danny and was about to bolt before Danny grabbed his hand.

“Wait! Don’t go yet! Let me just, let me get you a specter-deflector so no one can possess you first okay?” Danny asked, sounding oddly desperate and even though Jason wanted to run he nodded.

Danny looked relieved and let go of Jason before suddenly flying up and through the floor above them. Jason blinked at the ceiling above him before looking around him.

Oh dear, Bruce, Tim, Damian, and Jazz were all watching from the landing above. Damian looked like he wanted to kill Jason himself, Bruce looked disappointed, Tim impassive and Jazz looked… Excited? Why did she look happy?

Danny flew back down through the floor before anyone could think of what to say. “Okay! Here’s the specter-deflector,” He said, clicking something that looked like a watch into place around Jason’s wrist. “That’ll protect you, this is a blaster,” he said, handing Jason an odd sci-fi looking gun. “It’ll reload automatically from ambient ectoplasm, it works best against dead and undead but it can hurt humans too. And.. um, this is my number,” He said, blushing furiously as he handed Jason a slip of paper. “Please text me?”

When had Jason’s mouth gotten so dry?! He had to lick his lips before he answered, painfully aware of how hot his cheeks were and that he must be blushing too. He didn’t blush much, not since his death and resurrection, but he was absolutely blushing now, and he was still purring too if more softly now. He didn’t even know that he could purr, not really. “Ya, Yes, I’ll text you,” he promised before he fled the house. He would have to have some of Alfred’s lasagna later, just then he desperately needed to calm down and clear his head.

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Jazz was practically vibrating with excitement and as soon as the door had closed behind Jason she couldn’t contain it anymore. She squealed as she vaulted over the railing of the landing and landed in the foyer and sprinting over to Danny. “Danny what the heck! You have a crush?! I haven’t seen you that passionate in ages!” She enthused scooping Danny up under his arms and twirling him around.

“Jaaazz,” Danny complained even as he went kitten limp in her arms letting her hold him at arms length nearly a foot off the floor.

“I didn’t even know you liked boys! Why didn’t you tell me you like boys!?” Jazz demanded, shaking him a little.

“I didn’t really, I mean I always preferred girls. The only guy I ever really had a crush on was Dash and-” He cut off when Jazz made a disgusted face. “Exactly! That was never going to happen and he was an asshole so I didn’t want to talk about it!”

“Okay ya I understand- Wait you were making fun of me for having a thing for bad boys when your type is asshole meathead jocks!? Ohhh you’re never going to hear the end of this baby brother!”

“Oh my god No!” Danny groaned, finally squirming out of Jazz’s hold and dropping back to the ground stepping back.

He turned towards the Wayne’s who had made their way down the stairs while the siblings were talking. “Is Jason an asshole?” He demands of Tim, he’s probably the fairest judge in Danny’s estimation.

“Absolutely,” Tim said promptly before realizing what he said and backtracking a little. “But I’m his brother, I'm supposed to say that. Jason’s heart is in the right place, he's a good guy, just kinda violent and a complete jerk,” Tim said.

“Perfect,” Danny said his expression a little dreamy.

“Why on earth would you have a crush on Todd?! You could do so much better!” Damian squawked indignantly, breaking the tension and making everyone besides Bruce laugh, and even he smiled just a little.

“I want to say you did well Bruce, I know it was hard not to break up the fight but so? It was good for them, I hope it won’t be too hard on you if they do end up dating,” Jazz said, patting Bruce’s arm.

He shifted from one foot to the other a little awkwardly but then shook his head. “No it won’t be, I mean it won’t be the first time, Barbra was as good as my daughter and she dated Dick, and Steph and Tim dated. It’s always a little awkward but I’d rather that than a Super,” He said, shooting Tim a look, he cleared his throat and looked away.

“Well good, we’ll see how this works out but really,” she turned back towards Danny. “This could be good! You’ve always been attracted to violent people but I don’t think that your ghost instincts realized that when Val was shooting at you it wasn’t bonding for her the same way it was for you,” she told him, her tone borderline accusatory.

Danny looked down and shifted from side to side, giving a little shrug. “I know, but she was a good girlfriend, when she wasn’t being Red Huntress and I wasn’t being Phantom. When we were just Danny and Val, it was good.”

“Oh Danny,” She sighed and pulled him into a hug. “I know, but he has the same instincts as you, I’m rooting for you Danny.”

“Thanks Jazz,” Danny said softly, hugging her back.

“Welp, I’m heading back to the lab,” Tim said, obviously uncomfortable with the genuine emotions he made a break for it before he could get roped into any hugs.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #fanfiction #dead on main #jason todd #finally getting help au #Danny is pregnant #trans!Danny #vlad is a creep #bruce wayne #jazz fenton #damian wayne #tim drake #multi part fic #long post #unedited #let me know if you find any mistakes

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