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Jazz/Wonder Woman, Key, "Mama, take these guns from me"
“Jasmine,” Diana says the name firmly, though she fears it will do no good. Her love is frozen, eyes cast down at the ‘thermos’ in her white knuckled grip. Gently, carefully, slowly; Diana reaches out and places her fingers on Jasmine’s wrist.
Jasmine jolts, startled. Her gun swings up as she steps back. It points right at Diana’s head with unfailing accuracy.
Diana raises her arms, palms empty and open.
It takes several blinks before Jasmine recoils at her own action, barrel lowing towards the ground. “Ancients, Diana, I’m sorry—”
“It’s alright, love,” Diana murmurers. She steps forward and cups Jasmine’s cheek. It pleases her that Jasmine relaxes into the touch. “You are upset.”
Jasmine sighs and closes her eyes. “I—yes, I guess. Upset would be one way way of defining this emotion.”
“Hopeful. Terrified. Overwrought.”
“Because of this ghost?” Diana asks.
This is hardly the first ghost that Justice League Dark has fought. Certainly the powers that she had shown were great, the way that glowing green vines had jutted through concrete and brick speak to that, but they had succeeded in capturing her in Jasmine’s device.
“Yes. I know her. Knew her,” Jasmine says, uncharacteristically stumbling over her words. She presses a kiss to Diana’s palm, gathering herself before she takes a step back. “Her name while she was alive was Sam Mason. She was one of my brother’s best friends.”
Diana sucks in a sharp breath. She glances down at the device. “Could she perhaps…”
“Maybe. I don’t know, but maybe.”
Maybe. A maybe was as good as Jasmine had gotten in these six years. Maybe this ghost would have a lead on where Jasmine’s brother had gone. Maybe she would finally be able to put Danny to rest.
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