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.

(:DD)

Dorathea looked at Jazz from within the mirror. The girl in front of her was tall, but her back was hunched ever so slightly. She looked exhausted and no amount of powder could hide the exhaustion in her eyes.

Dorathea’s time as a model made her feel a very strong urge to scold Jazz and everyone around her for letting her waste away like this.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” she said, as she braided Jazz’s red tresses into elaborate knots. Ribbons were used to style it away into a caul of golden netting. Then she hid everything underneath a wimple, draping it over Jazz’s back.

Jazz blinked at her reflection. She squinted at her appearance, tilting her way this and that before she remembered Dorathea’s comment and said, “Oh. You can tell?”

“Your skin is showing all of the signs,” Dorathea sighed. “I’ll scold your attendant for you.”

Jazz laughed lightly. “Please don’t. He really tries his best.”

The door was knocked upon and Sam entered, wearing an extremely out-of-place black dress with a ripped up hem. She scanned Jazz and Dorathea’s traditional dresses before sighing. “Danny and the others are already ready. Can we go?”

Dorathea glanced at the bells attached to her wrists and ankles, and it was Jazz who pleaded, “Please don’t tell me that Danny and Tucker are dressed as jesters too?”

“I would, but I’d be lying.”

Jazz sighed.

Even though Sam was standing in front of the open door, something knocked against it softly. Sam moved to the side, revealing Robin who peered into the room.

“I’m coming in,” his crackly voice murmured as he stepped inside and then immediately focused on Jazz, his masked eyes going wide ever so slightly.

The air chilled with the force of his power but neither humans seemed to sense it as the protector spirit stared at Jazz intensely. His golden wings spread out around them, a few feathers brushing against Jazz’s ankles. His white eyes glinted red, like lasers, and Dorathea quickly hid her shudders.

Jazz turned pink and looked away. Dorathea admired the way her moving blood rushed to her cheeks, even as she kept an eye on Robin out of the corner of her eyes, as he glided over to stand in front of her. “Are you ready? I’ll escort you to the party, Jazz.”

Jazz nodded and Robin extended a wing that she placed her hand in gently. Jazz gave a bow to Dorathea as Robin pulled her up from her chair. “Thank you for getting me ready, Dora.”

“Of course, Your Majesty. I’m honored to be allowed to host your debutante party,” Dorathea said with a smile.

She was extremely glad that Danny and his team seemed to like her so much and that she had listened to Sam’s advice in order to overthrow her brother. By doing so, she had gained the trust and alliance from the Ghost King and his family, giving her kingdom the opportunity to rise further in power by riding the coattails of Team Phantom.

Dorathea affectionately reached out to hold Sam’s hand, who accepted it with a smile and a shake of her wrist, making the bells jingle. In the distance, she could hear the roars coming from her people and the sounds of bells ringing accompanied with laughter in the distance.

Ahead of her and Sam were Jazz and Robin, both of whom were whispering to each other closely, their eyes focused on one another like they couldn’t look away. They leaned into each other and Dorathea couldn’t help but think that they were so very young.

She eyed the protector spirit that had attached itself to Jazz but didn’t voice her concerns.

They arrived at the door and she gave the attendant a look. He startled and then opened the door with the clearing of his throat. Jazz straightened and Sam let go of Dorathea’s hand in order to square her shoulders as Robin tilted his head, eying the watching crowd that fell quiet at their appearance.

Nearby, Dorathea spotted the Ghost King and the other human as they grinned and waved cheerfully. Dorathea and Sam were the only ones who waved back as the attendant shouted. Jazz only tensed further.

Danny shows up in Metropolis to ask Superman for help (dealing with everything else on his own? Fine. Whatever. There was always some massive all hands on deck crisis going on for the others every big event in Amity. No one noticed Pariah Dark because Mongul was destroying Coast City and the planet. He gets it. Or he tracked down this dimenion from a multiverse of dimensions because it's where Lobo comes from and Superman kept getting brought up by Lobo. He cannot deal with Lobo on his own). Lobo mostly is just thrilled the portal exists so he can go out and terroize the living as a restless spirit like he's supposed to be with his ban.

(I cannot for the life of me decide if he'd be buddies wirh Skulker or if they'd hate each other. Leaning towards hate, no one can be a better bounty hunter than the main man, but I mostly know him from the YJ98 comics and the new Supergirl movie)

Bastich this. Frag that. Danny just needs Lobo gone. He has a final he needs to study for.and he has not known a moment's peace since Lobo showed up.

I will politely refuse this ask bc I’m not that familiar with Lobo (I’m only familiar with Slobo/Kid Lobo) but this idea is absolutely hilarious

Damian curled up into a ball. He whined softly for his pack, but he wasn’t at the Manor, where there would be Timothy, Alfred, Bruce, or any of their other wayward pack members around to quickly soothe him. Instead, he had been staying over for the weekends at Richard’s apartment.

He was alone.

Damian sniffled, his face feeling hot and achy, his mind fogged over into a haze as the fever softened him into a painful putty. He made another sound, the sound of a pup searching for his pack.

A freezing cold hand touched his forehead and he gave a soft groan at the feeling.

“Hmm… this is unexpected.”

Damian tilted his head upwards to look at Dan, who leaned over his frame. Dan stared at him with icy blue eyes for a moment before pressing his hand more firmly down on his heated forehead. “Shall I call for Dick? Or if I call Jazz, then she will bring your pack omega. Which do you want?”

“… both,” Damian said, cuddling into Dan’s cool palm.

“Fair enough,” Dan said and leaned down to pull him against his chest. Damian took a deep inhale, sniffling as he smelled nothing but the sky and peanut scent of Richard on Dan’s sweater with the faintest traces of Jazz’s vanilla and ocean. The feel of him was wonderfully cold against his fever and Damian melted.

“How did this happen?” Dan asked, scratching gently at Damian’s scalp. His wrists held atrophied scent glands, so nothing happened as his hands brushed over Damian’s hair, but the motions were still comforting. The scents that stuck to Dan via other pack members was still prominent enough to be enough.

“I dunno,” Damian mumbled. He purred softly as Dan scratched at his head. “Maybe it was the rain yesterday.”

Dan returned the purr with a deep rumble to his chest as his nails clicked against the screen of his phone. “Alright, alright. Just sleep. I’ll call Dick and Jazz.”

With that promise, Damian drifted off into a hazy sleep, only able to wonder when his pack was coming before he succumbed into a feverish slumber.

When he woke up, he was curled up against Jason’s chest, with Richard slumped across his back. Around him, there was also Timothy and Stephanie. The fever seemed to have broke, because he felt a bit better. Off to the side, Dan was cuddled up against Jazz on their own part of the couch, purring more readily than before.

The thick smell of pack made Damian relax, especially as he spotted Bruce in the kitchen with Danny next to him, both of whom were fussing over a packet of tea. Both pack leaders seemed distracted with the tea, but their scents, one of rich wine and deep sandalwood, and the other of frosty rain and muddy soil, covered the air with pheromones of comfort and safety.

Damian made a small noise and Richard cooed at him softly. Timothy chuffed a comforting sound that Jason replicated in his own omegan tone and all of them relaxed further, soothing Damian’s bristled instincts.

Being sick sucked, but his pack made everything better.

(I don’t, but I can make some! Apologies for the long wait!)

Red Robin landed silently behind the girl as he watched her fiddle with something. It looked like a slushee maker had a baby with a gun, and the entire thing was made with silver metal and oozing green liquid. There were symbols and markings on the outside of it. The girl was currently pouring more green liquid onto the machine, watching as the contraption absorbed everything.

Red Robin looked down at the flyer in his hands. It was a flyer with a shady deal about offering money for a commissioned machine. Red Hood had first seen the flyers in Crime Alley and had passed on the duty of investigating to Red Robin. He had tracked down the whereabouts of the newly built store and then investigated further to find the owner’s home, thus, being able to sneak into the girl’s apartment-turned-lab.

He looked up again at the girl, who hummed and hadn’t seemed to have noticed his presence yet.

She fiddled with a screwdriver and looked like she was doing something random. Still, the thing in her hands somehow grew more cohesive the more she worked on it.

Red Robin continued watching her, observing the machine and wondering if he could somehow figure out how she did the things she did.

He heard about extremely strange things about her and her contraptions, some of which seemed to do the impossible. He inwardly wondered if Batman would appreciate the extra information, when suddenly, the girl gave a soft gasp and an, “Oh no.”

The machine sparked to life.

Red Robin threw himself forward and drew his cape around them both as he pulled the girl into his arms. She tucked herself underneath his chin and ducked down into where his cape covered them both as the machine exploded. The heat and force was immense, but not as pressurized as a bomb.

Red Robin cursed and he wrapped an arm around the girl and as the fire spread around them, he threw them both out the window.

The two of them landed on the balcony in the room below the building and Red Robin used his grappling hook to swing onto another roof as the room burst into flames and everything caught on fire, lighting up the dark sky with a red glow.

Both Red Robin and the girl watched the fire in silence before the girl looked at him. “Thank you for helping me, stalker. I appreciate the save.”

Red Robin eyed her. “You knew I was watching you?”

She snorted. “I felt you the moment you jumped into my room. You’re Red Robin, right?”

He didn’t reply. She continued, “Thanks for saving me. Did you want something? I can probably build you something as repayment. It might take me a while to replace the things in my lab, but it won’t take too long.”

Red Robin stared at her longer. She was cute with a small stature, and black hair and bright blue eyes. Not to mention that she was entirely too relaxed after knowing that there was a vigilante stalking her and her lab had been destroyed.

Red Robin wanted to peel her apart and investigate her insides.

“Yes,” he said after a long moment of silence. “I do have a request for you to fulfill for me. I’d appreciate it if you took it as compensation for me saving your life. What shall I call you?”

“Of course!” She chirped. “The name’s Spirit! What are you looking for?”

I think Jason would be one of those boyfriends that loves their girlfriend so much that any picture he takes of her would be beautiful to him. Unfortunately for Jazz, this means ANY photo.

Anyways, I’m back from my vacay! I’m thinking of something to post but I can’t promise anything….

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I love ranchu goldfish… they’re so stupidly cute…

A drawing from my DPxDC fic, ‘life will not end with you’ where Damian enters a contract with ghost king!Danny and becomes his servant. It’s almost completed but I’m still kinda deciding the ending so the last chapter is still being written!

Good question! Tbh, I don’t know much about Heretic (what I usually hear about is Respawn) and I lowkey confused him with Respawn. In general, I think they’d treat him like A Dan. Like they don’t hate him, but they treat him very carefully and focus on his rehabilitation, but they probably like him a lot less than Damian, since he killed him once. I think Danny in particular would be more empathetic to him but Jazz would be the one who actually shows empathy. Or something like that??

LMFAOOOOO

Had the craziest desire to see Jason in a poofy, cute short dress and then this was created

*in the batcave at the end of reporting a lack of evidence for a case*

Bruce: I'll have to confer with the GCPD forensics.

Tim: uh, B, maybe we should wait for Cass to get back from the trip with Steph and Babs before we do that.

Bruce: Hnn

Jason: Why do we need to wait for Cass?

Dick: Cause Duke is off duty for finals and Damian is on a mission for the titans? Cass is the best option at the moment.

Jason: that doesn't answer my question.

Everyone: .....

Tim: Do you not know the situation with Dr. Nightingale?

Jason: I don't even know who that is

Dick: She's the newest head forensics who B pissed off enough that she perma-banned Batman from her lab.

Bruce: Hmm

Jason: so... B got everyone on this Dr Nightingale's shit list

Dick: It used to be only B, but after I nicked a detonater from the bombing incident 6 months ago I haven't been welcomed back; and Babs been on thin ice from trying to hack into Dr. Nightingale work computer

Jason: what about Replacement

Tim: She won't let me or Steph set foot in the building. I dont know why. We haven't done anything yet, but everytime she meets us at what ever entrance were using, hands us a file of the case's forensic data, and then closes the door, window, whatever.

Tim grumbling under his breath: But she adores Damian. Serving him drinks, giving him fudge, answering questions, letting him take whatever evidence he asks for

Dick bemoaning: do you have to mention the fudge

Jason: whats up with the fudge

Dick: it's Alfred cookie tier

(Wait, I love this sm)

Jason: What? Now I HAVE to go check this out

Tim: Uh. Wait, Jason—

Jason: See ya!

Hours later

Jason:

Batfam: ….

Batfam: So how was your visit?

Jason: Kinda odd but surprisingly pleasant.

Bruce: 

Bruce: Elaborate?

Jason: She took one look at me, pulled me inside her lab, and then asked me a whole bunch of random questions. We talked for several hours and then she said nothing else while she gave me the reports for the last few cases and a pan of fudge before she pushed me out the door. 

Dick: … what questions did Dr. Nightingale ask?

Jason: She asked me where I was when I was 15 to 16, then my favorite flavor of dessert and food, and then she asked about my favorite book. Then we talked about Shakespeare for a few hours and it somehow turned into a conversation about my activities as the Red Hood…

Jason: Btw, you never told me she was hot

Tim: … we’re more focused on getting our reports from her, since she’s the best at gaining clues from the victims amongst her colleagues at the GCPD.

Jason: Fair enough.

Bruce: Was that all she said to you?

Jason: She also told me to share the fudge with Damian and to come by next week for the next report on the new body.

Tim:

Bruce: 

Dick:

The Batfam:

And now I do wonder if she has a Ghostly outfit for summons like people hc that Danny has his King regalia for summons 🫪

Also I love many of your AUs and your art 🥺

Context

Something like this? :3 (not sure if I understood the ask lmao)

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.