The Ghost Zone was quiet.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Pariah Dark had fallen.
Danny should have felt victorious.
Jazz's voice sounded distant.
He remembered Tucker shouting something.
Remembered Sam catching his arm.
Remembered his parents staring at him in horror as the green rings flashed around his body in front of everyone.
Then he remembered Pariah Dark's final attack.
A desperate blast fired after Danny had already won.
One last attempt to hurt him.
And now Danny could feel something inside him unraveling.
His ghost core flickered like a dying lightbulb.
Instead, everything went white.
The Fenton household had never been so silent.
Jack and Maddie sat on the couch.
Sam and Tucker occupied the opposite side of the room.
Everyone stared at the tiny bundle sleeping in Jazz's arms.
Or what was left of Danny.
The occasional puff of icy breath when he dreamed.
Until Jack finally broke.
Maddie nodded immediately.
"We can reverse this. We can raise him until we do."
The word cracked like a whip.
Jazz immediately softened, rocking him gently before glaring at her parents again.
There was a terrifying calm in Jazz's voice.
"What are you talking about? We're his parents."
"You strapped him to tables."
"You called him a thing."
Maddie's face turned pale.
"You spent years hunting him."
"And now that he's helpless, now that he can't defend himself, suddenly you want to be parents?"
The words landed like gunshots.
Tucker quietly slid his chair closer.
Ready to intervene if necessary.
Danny sleeping peacefully against her shoulder.
"You screwed up raising me."
"You screwed up raising Danny."
"You are not getting a second chance."
"I already talked to my parents."
"He's legally her dependent until this gets fixed."
Jazz Fenton became the legal guardian of Daniel Fenton.
Jack nearly fainted during the paperwork.
Danny spent most of the proceedings chewing on Tucker's finger.
Acceptance letters arrived.
Most colleges immediately became impossible.
Single motherhood tended to do that.
She'd already begun planning alternatives.
Then one morning an envelope arrived.
Tucker nearly tackled her.
Jazz handed over the letter.
Tucker pointed violently at the page.
Danny giggled from his highchair.
Apparently finding the entire situation hilarious.
Jazz stepped off a bus in Gotham City.
Danny sat happily chewing on a rubber ghost shark.
The Gotham skyline loomed overhead.
Danny immediately sneezed an icy blast at it.
A nearby pigeon froze solid.
Then flew away screaming.
The baby had somehow inherited all of his chaos.
A fact that terrified her.
Tucker had already promised to visit.
Sam had promised to call every day.
Her parents were back in Amity Park trying to rebuild what remained of their relationship with their children.
Exactly where Jazz intended them to stay.
Danny grabbed her finger.
Tiny hand wrapping around it.
For the first time in years, Danny wasn't carrying the weight of the world.
He wasn't fighting ghosts.
Wasn't dying every other weekend.
And Jazz intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.
Even if it meant juggling college classes, midnight feedings, diaper changes, and whatever fresh insanity Gotham would inevitably throw at them.
She looked down at her son.
Bright blue eyes full of absolute confidence.
A tiny green ectoblast shot into the sky.
"...it's going to be a long four years."
Somewhere in Gotham, fate took that as a challenge.
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