E.D.A.

I drew this after I deleted and redownloaded IbisPaint X and I can’t help but be reminded of how much I love drawing Artemis and Jazz. My favorite part is Artemis’ lollipop lmao

Extra: Jason is on his knees and thanking god. Dick is next to him, crying, screaming, and throwing up from sheer jealousy.

Jazz and Jason meet and start dating when they're 14/15 at an summer camp

They both still live in their respective cities as teens and make long distance work with phone calls, letters, and occasional vists

They fell for each other hard

The Joker event happens when Jason is 16

Jason revives 6 months after his death but never reached out to Jazz about being alive

Jazz started to call Jason's teen cellphone with in the first month after his death. The first few calls where her wanting to hear his voice (his voice mail recording) and it eventually turned into her using the calls as an audio diary

Bruce is aware of Jazz's phone calls. He answered once when Jazz keep calling that first month. That conversation lead to Jazz begging him to keep Jason's phone. Bruce will never get rid of Jason's phone or number. Jazz can call that number for how long or as many times she wants/needs.

Sometime after Redhood makes his appearance and Jason is at a place where he can comfortably hang out at the manor, he finds his old cell.

He charges the thing, curious if it will still work

It does

It rings

Jason answers.

It's Jazz

Jason flounders in making small talk- cause what the heck do you say to the girl who you thought you'd marry but didn't cause you died, came back, and never told her you came back- before gently asking her why she called

Her answer "I had an accident and bonked my head pretty good. The last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital is falling asleep while we were making plans to visit arkham for additional research for my psychology class's final."

(First of all, love this idea, but I have a question 🙋 is it imperative that Jason is 16 when he dies...??)

Jason froze.

"You.... lost your memories?"

There was a quiet on the other end before that gentle voice came back and hesitantly said, "I think so? The doctors are saying that it's just temporary amnesia and it doesn't seem to affect my everyday life very much. The memories will come back to me eventually."

Jason frowned. "I see."

What could he even say to that? If it had been before, he would've gladly helped her recover her memories by taking her to the places they always went to, guiding her through old experiences, and stayed with her the entire way as they rediscovered old memories together.

But this wasn't before.

He wasn't that young teen anymore.

He was a murderer. An anti-hero at best, and a serial killer at worst. He had died and come back to life for the sole purpose of vengeance.

There was no way he could be that innocent, sweet boy that loved Jazz Fenton so wholeheartedly again.

"Jay?" Jazz called. "So?"

He blinked. "Err. Sorry, I was distracted. Say again?"

She gave that petulant sigh that he would never admit was adorable. He could almost hear the pout on the other end as she repeated, "We made plans to go to Arkham Asylum, remember? I'm already out of school according to my siblings, but they told me that I never went. They never told me why but I... I still want to go with you. If you want."

Jason blinked. When did Jazz ever have more than 1 sibling?

But he focused more on her last words. He bit into his lip as he thought about it.

This was a terrible idea. Not only was the Joker there, but a Bat, a civilian, and Arkham? It was a guaranteed recipe for a disaster.

He should refuse.

"... Jazz, I—"

"Please?" Jazz said, her voice turning all soft and sweet, a gentle little lilt to her tone. "Please, Jay? You promised me, remember? 6 years ago?"

Jason swallowed.

"Sure, we'll go."

As Jazz cheered, audibly jumping up and down on the other end of the phone, Jason could only hold his forehead and bemoan his lack of spine around Jazz.

Damian wheezed softly. Danny watched him whine and writhe in bed, his face flushed and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Danny? Would you like any help?" Jazz asked softly.

Danny didn't respond as he dipped a towel in cold water and wrung it out before placing it on Damian's forehead. He finally turned and said, “It’s fine. Can you please ask Dan to make something easily digestible for Young Master Damian? Don’t tell him I ordered it.”

Jazz gave a light chuckle. If Dan ever heard a command from Danny, he’d deliberately botch it up just to watch him clean after him. “I understand. Dani might come in soon with some tea.”

Danny gave a slight sigh but only said, “Thank you.”

The door closed and Danny continued watching Damian sleep.

The boy was young, sometimes startlingly so. Even though he was now alone, orphaned and abandoned through great loss, he had still gained the strength to keep on going and survive to take revenge.

Danny's eyes peered through the layers of his skin, muscles, and sinew, past his lungs and heart to peer into his very soul, which glowed with a brilliance that he was sure would be absolutely delicious to devour. A soul of innocence and resilience, covered in a layer of vengeful darkness and sin, a most worthy meal.

A clawed finger brushed against Damian's cheek, a sharp point digging briefly into heated, tender flesh.

It would be so easy to just eat his fill now...

The door opened and Dani strode in. Although she was quiet about it, the noise still made Damian whimper and turn his face away.

Danny turned to her slowly and raised a finger to his lips. "Shhh... he's still resting."

Dani nodded. "I have the tea," she whispered. "I picked the ones that I thought were best for colds."

"Our little master has pneumonia," Danny said, wondering how he'd change the tea if it turned out she accidentally chose a poisonous blend. "We must be quiet if we want him to recover well."

Dani nodded again, faster and more eager. She pillowed her chin on her arms as she knelt at Damian's side, peering at him with gentle, slitted eyes.

"He's so small," she murmured.

Danny nodded. "He is."

"I hope he gets better soon. It's no fun without him around."

Danny opened his mouth to tell her that they were all simply doing their duties, serving him until their deal was complete and his soul would be owned by them. But as he looked at his little sister, who gazed at Damian with soft, pitying eyes that were unlike a demon looking at a meal, he couldn't help but sigh and remain silent.

Regardless, the outcome would not change. Even if his siblings hated him for it, he would not change his plans.

"You're a ghost," Danny said aloud.

Alfred paused and looked at him for a moment before giving a polite bow. "Greetings, Your Majesty. I apologize for my discourtesy, I had not realized that Master Bruce had brought royalty here."

Danny glanced backwards, where he could hear the sounds of chatter and laughter from where the Justice League and Bruce's family had mingled together. It had been a simple meeting but had somehow grown into a house party with more and more guests arriving.

"It's no problem," Danny said. "Me being royalty is no big deal. Besides, I'm sure you didn't react differently to Diana or Arthur, did you?"

Alfred didn't respond, just watching him.

Danny hid his desire to squirm underneath his sharp gaze before he asked, "How come you're here? There are laws that prevent ghosts from being allowed back into the mortal realm."

"I died when Pariah Dark was still in charge," Alfred said, "and he did not have the capacity to watch over his subjects until he was defeated."

Danny hummed.

Neither of them said anything again. Even though Danny felt nervous from the stare, he did his best not to respond until Alfred finally broke and said, "Please allow me to stay."

Danny blinked. "Why?"

Alfred sighed softly and looked behind him at the door, where the guests kept coming and there was the distinct sound of Bruce scolding Hal again. "I wish to stay a little longer with them."

'Them' needed no further explanation.

Danny relaxed and nodded. "Granted. As long as you don't commit any evil doings like killing mortals, then you're allowed to stay until you choose to move on. Will that suffice?"

A smile appeared on Alfred's face, softening those hard wrinkles.

"Yes, that will be perfect, Your Majesty. Thank you."

(Thank you so much 🥹 I’ll be riding this high for the next week)

“His biceps are pretty sexy,” Jazz said.

Artemis flexed her own arm and Jazz watched it in a daze for a moment before she blinked, snapping out of it. She pursed her lips, amused, before she said, “Point taken.”

Artemis grinned before she tilted her head. “I like his thighs. Unlike other men, he doesn’t skip leg day.”

“He kinda has that… y’know?” Jazz said, making a curvy motion. “Like an hourglass?”

Artemis nodded. “I agree.”

“Then…his brain? His brain is surely the sexiest part of him,” Jazz said.

Artemis pointedly raised an eyebrow. Jazz stared at her for a moment, both of their minds wandering back to last week, where Jason’s concocted plan had somehow resulted in pissing off Batman, who had chased them through Gotham City until Jason had managed to somehow convince his brothers to help him escape.

“… well, it’s still pretty sexy,” Jazz complained.

Artemis snorted softly. “What about his hands? The way he holds weapons are sexy.”

Jazz nodded eagerly before then shaking her head. “I like his hands, but I like his muscles more.”

Artemis and Jazz stared at each other, at a standstill.

“Then… his mouth?” Artemis offered.

AU where Jason gets turned into a blob ghost and then gets caught by Jazz….

Extra:

League startled: Wait you're married?!

Danny showing up in full ghost king Eldritch abomination form: Hi.

JL: .... THAT'S your husband??

Danny: *genuinely the most incomprehensible thing that anyone could ever experience* :)

Wonder Woman: Yeah? He's so handsome, right? :D

JL:

The funny thing is, if Tim’s indirect killing counts, then Stephanie would also have a pretty high kill count (from inciting a gang war) XD

One moment, she was standing beside the team, ready to charge in and apprehend the cult leaders. The next, Wonder Woman was in the summoning circle, her hand still raised in the air and holding her lasso.

Everyone froze.

Wonder Woman only blinked once before she immediately flew out of the marked lines of the summoning circle and charged at a cult member with a war cry. And with that, the fight ensued until their enemies were captured, allowing Batman to inspect the summoning circle until their more magical team members arrived to examine it.

“Do you know why you appeared in the middle?” Batman asked. “It seems as though they only just finished the ritual the moment we arrived.”

Wonder Woman shook her head, genuinely confused. “I have no clue. I can’t recognize the symbols, but it may be a summoning circle of some sort.”

“Constantine’s here!” Shazam suddenly announced as said man strode over and looked down at the circle.

He hemmed and hawed for a few moments before he eventually said, “It’s a summoning circle. For the ‘Ghost Queen’.”

Everyone looked at Wonder Woman, who shook her head again, her eyebrows still furrowed in confusion. “Doesn’t ring a bell. I am not a queen and certainly not over ghosts.”

Batman groaned. “Call Zatanna!”

Later, when Zatanna arrived, she also looked at the summoning circle for a little while before she said, “It’s not searching for the ‘Ghost Queen’. That says ‘spouse of the Ghost King’.”

“That’s what I said,” Constantine complained and Zatanna glared at him, rearing up to argue. From behind, Wonder Woman’s eyebrows rose in realization as she had an epiphany.

No one noticed her look of astonishment except Shazam, who almost gasped. Wonder Woman noticed his gaze on her and gave him a faintly pleading smile. Shazam then pursed his lips and looked up and away, not saying a word.

Wonder Woman gave a sigh of relief and pulled out her phone to text her husband.

Sunlight <3: Just got summoned by a cult because of you

My love: oh shit. mb sunlight

My love: in front of the league?

Sunlight <3: Yes, and I believe it’s time that you met the League.

Dani stared at Tim from his doorway. Said boy was involuntarily going into his rut and since she was alone at their headquarters, she had no idea what to do. He looked as though he was going crazy and through the door where she stuck her head in, she could see him scratching and punching at the walls and furniture like a caged animal.

Their team didn’t have any omegas since Cissie left and Dani herself was an artificial beta. She also hadn’t experienced spending a rut with anyone beyond her own pack before and she was completely out of her depth.

Dani blinked as an idea entered her mind. Amidst the sounds of Tim rampaging across his room, she quickly called up her sister.

When Jazz arrived, it was with Jason in tow. The omega nonchalantly waved a hand in greeting at her and then immediately entered the room, wrestling down the rut-addled alpha in submission without any hesitation. The sounds of fighting and snarling soon erupted from inside like a volcano.

Dani cheerfully ran to Jazz’s side and chirped for a scenting. Jazz sighed and scented her gently, bending down to rub her chin and neck against her head. “Maybe next time, call Tim’s pack first, okay? I won’t be any help in this situation until he’s calmer, Dani.”

Dani laughed nervously. “Sorry, I didn’t think. I just knew that you’d take care of it.”

Jazz gave her a soft, happy purr that vibrated through her chest.

Inside the room, Jason had managed to climb on top of Tim’s back and scruff him, holding him down by the neck. He growled, his teeth bared as Tim whined and squirmed. Eventually, Tim calmed down, making soft, pleading sounds as he laid still, tilting his neck submissively.

Jason gave a soft snort and got off of him, scenting him soothingly. Tim’s rut scent, strong and smelling like leather and amber, turned from its furious roiling to a more gentle spreading of pheromones. Combined with Jason’s admittedly unattractive scent, it turned into something that smelled surprisingly pleasant.

Dani side eyed Jazz for a moment, suddenly wondering if she was as nose blind as Danny if she could somehow enjoy Jason’s smoky, metallic scent.

“Can we come in?” Jazz asked from the doorway, eying the way Tim’s rut had visibly changed from one seeking a physical connection to a pack rut.

Jason shrugged. “Sure. Let me just make a nest and you two can come in, if Tim allows it.”

Tim mumbled something like, “Dani,” and she obeyed, striding over to nuzzle her cheek against his sweaty hair. Tim gave a throaty purr, pleased and content before he pulled her in.

“Call everyone else too,” he mumbled before burying his face into her stomach. Dani petted his hair as Jason arranged the covers and pillows around them, clicking his tongue in disappointment at the lack of supplies. Jazz stayed on the edge, watching over them and Dani smiled with relief, knowing that Tim’s rut would be smooth sailing.

Was reading Wonder Woman comics (to understand Artemis) and how come no one ever told me about Diana’s biker costume in the 1990 comics??? Hello?? She looks so good??

People seem to really like the Elysian Lovers ship so I wanted to draw that a little XD in this comic, the idea is that Danny went back in time bc of a mission given by Clockwork and meets a Diana from the past who lost her Wonder Woman title.

Diana inspired me sm that I whipped this up in a single day lmaooo

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LMAO

But no thank you.