✸If you find a vigilante in the dumpster - 286k - The plan was simple, Jazz and her now de aged brother would go lay low in Gotham, act as a mother-son duo. Wait as Danny heals up by absorbing the ambient ectoplasm leaking from the city and Vlad gives the green light that he has a safe place they could stay. Plus with the blessing from the Ghost of Gotham and knowing that even the GIW wouldn't dare to encroach on Batman's territory, it was a pretty safe plan. That was until a certain vigilante just keeps on finding himself in their dumpster
2. ⨳Friendly neighborhood vigilante - 126k -
Meet Jasmine Fenton: Smart, resourceful, kind and the very proud sister of Amity Park's own undead superhero Danny Phantom. Therapist at your service. Intern at Arkham Asylum. Can kick your ass. Likes tea and long walks at the beach.
Meet Jason Todd: Smart, resourceful, not-that-kind (if you say he's soft you may get knifed) and the very proud vigilante and protector of Crime Alley. Died for a while but got better. Holds grudges. Likes reading a nice book and the sound of the rain against the window.
They are neighbors now.
3. ✸Welcome to Amity Park - 11k - On Batman’s orders, Jason Todd goes to investigate the city of Amity Park and its citizens. What he finds is something—and someone—completely unexpected
4. ✸Batman, meet team Phantom - 118k - Jason leaves Amity Park for Gotham, but an emergency call changes everything. The Fentons have discovered Danny's secret, and things are going horribly wrong. While Jazz, Sam, and Tucker save Danny from Jack and Maddie, the group is now on the run. Jason and his family pull all of their resources together to make things right.
5. ⨳Blood on the Crown - 143k -
She leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his brow, a covenant between them, a secret promise that she would tear the world asunder if it meant keeping him safe.
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“Close your eyes, have no fear.
The monster’s gone, he’s on the run.”
She turned to the whimpering man before her.
“And your mommy’s here.”
She didn’t hesitate this time.
“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.”
The knife glinted in red as the man choked on his blood.
“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy."
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AKA: The fic where I accidentally make surprise single teenage mother Jazz, an overprotective serial killer. (She's cool with it)
Jason is definitely swooning, cause that shit is hot.
6. ✸It takes three days to get adopted - 50k -
Danny is just doing Jazz a favor. Pretty simple favor, actually, check out the haunted house her boyfriend's family lives in. And of course, being the responsible sister, she has already made all the arrangements, so all he has to do is just show up, walk in, look around, maybe kick some ghost butt out, maybe deal with some shades or possessed artifacts.
Easy.
Wait, isn't this the Wayne manor?
No, it's okay. Not every rich person has a weird secret basement, he'll be fine. What are the chances of another billionaire deciding to adopt him on sight?
(Damn it, Jazz! You knew, didn't you?!)
7. ✸Dance with me? - 36k -
Two strangers meet at a Wayne charity gala to raise funds for the Arkham Asylum Reform project. What they don't know is that they have much more in common than they think.
“That’s it? One dance? It doesn’t seem that difficult.” He glared at her. “Why, you don’t dance?”
“Not if I can help it.” He grumbled with distaste.
“Why not? Not handsome enough to tempt you, Mr. Darcy?”
8. ✸I'm picking you up - 2k -
Jason Todd has been secretly dating an amazing woman named Jazz Fenton, but hasn't told her about his vigilante/crime lord life. When he's captured by the Riddler on a day when the rest of his family is unavailable, he discovers that his girlfriend is more than meets the eye.
Maybe he should have asked a few more questions...
9. ✸A vigilante, a different vigilante's sister and a villain walk into a bar - 9k -
"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?!"
10. ✸When all other lights go out - 3k -
Jazz meets her soulmate in, of all places, Park Row. Or as the locals call it, Crime Alley.
Seems about right for her life, she decides as she kicks the shit out of the guy who was trying to stab him for his wallet fifteen seconds ago. Her soulmate watches her curiously, seeming unconcerned by the fuss, and takes a sip of his smoothie.
Also seems about right, for her soulmate. A guy who got too nervous when necessary violence happened was not going to survive Thanksgiving in Amity Park, much less Christmas.
Well, it is Gotham.
11. ✸There will come a soldier - 9k -
“Why Gotham?” Jason asked. “Wait, ignore that. Why Park Row?? You know everyone calls it Crime Alley, right? There’s so much crime here that no one could think of a better name.”
Jazz snickered behind her cup. “I’m majoring in psychology.”
“Oh,” Jason grimaced. “That explains it.”
“Yup!”
“And this internship—it’s at Arkham?”
“Mm-hm.”
“You know all of our supervillains have PhDs, right?”
She nodded, making her hair bounce under her teal headband.
“It’ll be a nice change of pace, I’m sure.” She said. “You should see our hometown.”
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Jason jumps to defend a woman getting mugged but she uh...doesn't need the help. She appreciates the heart-eyes he shoots her, though.
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"The zoo?"
Jazz didn't wait for Jason to answer, already rushing off the bike and taking her helmet off. She barely registered her boyfriend's chuckles in the distance, eyes fixed on the entrance of Gotham's Zoo and Aquarium.
She looked back, blinking away the tears building up on the corners of her eyes, refusing to let her make up be ruined so soon into their date.
Jason was watching her carefully. "You like animals and fish... right?"
Somehow, his question made the feelings bubbling in her chest rise to the surface. She laughed, the type of laugh that makes your whole body move, and nodded. "Yes! I like fish. And zoos. And sea lions! I've never seen one in real life!"
He smiled, grasping her hand in his calloused hand. "Well," he licked his lips, "I've heard there's a sea lion show in about…" he checked his watch "half an hour. And then every two hours."
She made a sound that definitely was not human, excitedly jumping on her feet. "I wanna see the sea lions!"
He, of course, knew she would. Danny told him about the sea lions when he texted him — via the special app they installed on his phone— and about how Jazz would try to hide the fact she thinks monkeys are cute and watch out for signs that she gets dehydrated. For that one Jason didn't need a warning, he knew how Jazz forgot to take care of herself when she was too focused on something.
"Then sea lions it is," he chuckled, totally okay with being pulled inside and quickly shuffled through the entrance by a very excited Princess.
He had previously studied the layout of the Zoo and Aquarium, so he didn't need a map to guide her towards where she wanted to go. She never asked how he immediately knew where to go or when he offered her a water bottle or complained when he deemed it was time for a snack.
Jason was happy enough to let her run around and talk about the animals and what she knew or didn't know about them. It was… domestic. It was normal, the kind of normal he now understood she craved when she moved to Gotham, the kind of normal both knew their lives would never be. If they had this stolen moments to remember to be human, he was happy to stand the looks they kept getting from other Zoo guests.
He hoped Jazz was too deep into her excitement to notice, because people didn't know how to keep their looks and whispers down. He was used to it, specially when he was outside The Narrows, and even more when he was around "polite society" — a big man with scary eyes and visible scars was not exactly family friendly. He tried to ignore it every time a kid froze in front of him before they were scooped away by concerned parents.
He chuckled. Narrows kids no longer froze when they saw him, even in his suit. A few shameless ones even asked for help doing homework.
A cold hand took him out of his thoughts. "Everything okay?" Jazz asked.
"Yeah," he nodded, enjoying her concerned eyes and soft touch, gently rubbing his hands in a thoughtless manner. "Just thinking."
"About?"
"Kids." Jazz lifted an eyebrow, her cheeks turning slightly red. Mortified, he realized what it could be interpreted as. Jazz didn't need to, mistakenly, think he was considering having kids. Not that he ever considered such a thing. "Not like that."
"Then what about kids?"
"There's a reason I don't take jaunty walks on the park, darling. Apparently parents and children alike think I'm up to no good." He shrugged. It wasn't that big of a deal, even if it stung a little every time.
She looked around, finally noticing the safety bubble of space the rest of the people seemed to be giving the couple. Some people kept giving Jazz glances, clearly written on their faces what they thought about them together.
"Well that's stupid. You are like, the nicest boyfriend I've ever had."
"The bar for that is in hell, darling."
"Well. I mean, yeah. But still." She smiled up to him, patted his cheek a couple times and then pulled them into the aquarium area. "Let's go! I read they have some sharks here!"
The rest of their day was a blur — Jazz "dragged" him around to check all the animals and an educational video or two, they took plenty of pictures of both animals and themselves, and Jazz puppy-eyed him into buying a themed drink that she seemed to enjoy.
This dating shit was easy. Why didn't he think about it before? It felt ridiculous to keep wondering about being inadequate to be with her, specially when she smiled and giggled so much. He promised Danny he would keep making her smile, and he was doing a pretty good job if he say so himself.
Soon it was time to grab real food, so they made their way to the overpriced Zoo restaurant and grabbed a table on the outside area. Jason offered to get their food so he left her behind as he went inside the restaurant, ordered what he thought sounded like something Jazz would want, and checked his phone while he waited.
"Hey there, handsome."
He looked up to find some kind of biker chick who was trying to get his attention. First thing he noticed was her bright and voluminous green curly hair framing her face and bouncing down her shoulders. Even if he was not supposed to, he couldn't turn the vigilante brain off, so he took notice of the out of place outfit the woman was wearing — definitely not family friendly either.
"Can I help you?"
She smiled, leaning closer to him and placing her hand on his chest.
Oh well. She was one of those, huh.
"Oh yes, you can definitely help me with something, handsome."
Jason had half a thought to push her away from him, but he didn't want to make a scene. This date has to be a success.
Instead, he grabbed her hand and kindly put it back on her side, careful not to touch the exposed skin between her short red skirt and her black top. She huffed.
"I don't think I'm the kind of man you are looking for."
"And what kind of man is that?" She kept trying, batting her brown eyes, knowing she was beautiful.
"Single." He straightened his back and glanced at the restaurant's order screen, noticing their order was ready. "Desperate."
Instead of insulted, the woman threw her head back and laughed, attracting a lot of attention. Weird woman. He wanted nothing to do with her.
Quickly, he grabbed the tray with the food and walked towards their table, finding Jazz having a hushed argument with a man. She clearly knew him by the way she didn't seem wary, and was rather comfortable enough to lean into his face to hiss something between her teeth. The man's body language was relaxed, one gloved hand reaching out to brag Jazz's shoulder, and she let him.
"Hey." He said, unable to actually said what was going through his head. Stop touching my girlfriend? Who is this man? Is he bothering you? "I got food."
He didn't take his eyes off the strange man, so he didn't see her face when she noticed him approach, but he noticed how her body language relaxed immediately at his presence.
"Hi, I was— What the hell are you doing?"
Jason finally looked at Jazz, frowning at her upset face. Then, he felt it. Cold hands reaching around his chest and a cold body pressing against his back. By the dark skin and red leather jacket he new it was the same woman from before.
"Look, I don't—"
But she wasn't talking to him. "Kitty, if you don't stop groping my boyfriend we are going to have problems."
The woman chuckled, but let him go. "Just teasing, Princess. No need to get so serious."
Princess. So these people knew who she really was.
He ignored the building argument to turn his attention to the man still sitting on the table, one hand flat on the surface and the other used to hold his head as he watched the other two argue with an expression he was sure he displayed when Jazz was involved. The man — ripped pants, leather coat, fingerless gloves — was romantically involved with the biker woman. They knew Jazz as a Princess, so either they were ghosts disguised as humans or they were some humans that were let into the secret.
The blond man noticed he was being watched and turned to look at him. He smirked, blue eyes flashing green for a second.
Ghosts, it is.
Jason huffed and sat down, giving up on everything. He was hungry. Food was getting cold.
"Jazz." He called. She stopped arguing with the woman, Kitty, and sat back down. "Care to introduce your friends?"
"Yeah, Jazzy, introduce your friends." The biker man purred, and Jason felt him nudge Jazz with his steel-toed booted foot.
"Don't call me that." She huffed. "Thanks," she said to Jason when he pushed her burger in her direction. "I don't see why I have to do anything when you guys are not supposed to be here."
"Here?" Jason asked.
"In the Mortal Realm." She chewed angrily. "Out of the Infinite Realms. Where is safe." She added the last part with a pointed look.
"We had to come see by ourselves," Kitty shrugged, taking the last available chair. "See if the rumors were true."
"What rumors?"
The man gave Jason a pointed look. "Word on the streets is that our dear Princess found a suitor." He lifted an eyebrow.
"Danny." Jazz growled. Of course.
"Don't be too hard on the kid, Jazzy— Ouch!" The man rubbed his shoulder, where he got punched.
"Told you to stop calling me that." Jazz huffed again. "And crashing my date is your worst idea so far, Johnny."
"Aww, a zoo date?" Kitty cooed, stealing a fry. "My Johnny doesn't take me anywhere nice anymore." She fixed her eyes on Jason, who noticed they were now brownish-red. "Good job, Mr. Boyfriend."
"Jason."
She smiled as she stole another fry.
"I had to come check, beautiful." Johnny kept talking to Jazz. "You know I have to."
"There's no such thing as 'first boyfriend duties', Johnny. We talked about this."
Whatever the guy said in response, Jason didn't hear.
First boyfriend.
This was the guy! What was that Jazz said? He tried to kill her to resurrect his girlfriend? When she was sixteen? He looked at said girlfriend, Kitty, who was watching their partners argue with a delighted air. She noticed him staring and winked at him.
Looking at them you'd never know the story behind — they argued like old friends more than petty exes, and both ghosts felt too comfortable in the presence of their ruler.
"I don't need—"
"I know! I know!" Johnny lifted his hands in a placating manner. "But I had to."
Jazz blinked, noticing the charged tone. Jason looked between both, watching as his girlfriend's expression morphed into something more… vulnerable.
"I had to, Jazz. After—"
"Well, it's different." Jazz didn't let him finish. "He's different."
Jason pretended he didn't mind the two ghosts' dangerous red eyes glancing at him. He understood where this came from, now. Jazz had no idea how many people cared about her, did she?
He watched Johnny trying, and failing, to keep a light tone as he kept justifying their actions, specifically Kitty trying to seduce Jason, understanding that this was more than just a social call. After what Jazz went through, they just wanted to make sure Jason was not a sleazy guy. He could respect that. Wished they didn't ruin their date, though.
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"Are you… Nevermind."
"Hm?"
Jazz shuffled in place, nervously looking at her feet.
Back home from their date, which was salvaged after they were rudely interrupted, he was attempting to check all the boxes and leave her safely at her door with a goodbye kiss.
"Attempting" was the key word.
"Yes?" He insisted when she didn't continue, and just bit her lower lip.
He watched as she took a fortifying breath. "Are you breaking up with me?"
Scratch. Stop. Roll back the tape.
"What?"
"Was this a last nice memory or something? I had a lot of fun, and I—I—I understand if—"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
She tilted her head. "You are not?"
"What? No! What makes you think that?"
"I don't know?" It sounded like a question. She was looking anywhere but his face now.
He grabbed her shoulders. "Hey, look at me." He shook her until she did. "I love you but you are not making any sense right now."
"I know…"
"So?"
"So what?"
He sighed, letting her go. "Are you gonna tell me why the hell you think I'm calling it quits? After being the perfect boyfriend today?"
He called it a win that she chuckled. "You were perfect today, yes." She pulled her hair behind her ear, sheepishly looking away. It was so fucking cute. "Too perfect, maybe."
Okay. This was not as hallway conversation. "Why don't we go inside for a moment?"
She nodded and opened her door, welcoming them to the familiar inside of her cozy apartment. Ignoring everything else, he guided her to the couch and made her sit down with him so they could talk.
"Ok, start from the beginning. What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong." She said too quickly.
God, making this woman talk about what upset her was like pulling teeth. He glared at her and refused to engage until she talked.
Jazz sighed, looking at her hands. "You've been… distant. Lately. After Danny and your family, and with all that's been going on, I thought…" She rubbed her hands together. "I guess, I— And Duke said, and I overheard the others talk and I don't know…"
Jason had to use every calming technique at his disposal to not stand up, grab his guns and rush the Manor to find the motherfucker who made Jazz think they should break up. Jazz needed him here and now.
"What are you trying to say? You think I'm mad at you?"
"No? Maybe? Yes?" Her shoulders came up to her chin. "I guess I haven't been very present either. Between work and patrols and investigating the Lazarus Pit."
He gave her a minute to elaborate, but she didn't add anything else.
"If I wanted to call it quits I wouldn't be a coward about it, Jazz. Today was a date. You deserved one, a real one, that doesn't end with me dying."
"There's still time."
He chuckled, enjoying watching her giggle as well.
"And whatever the others have said about me doesn't matter. They don't know me. You do—" he grabbed her hands between his warm ones — "and that's all I care about."
Her eyes watered and her lip was back between her teeth. Oh no. What did he say?
"Oh, Jason. They truly don't know you. I was— Duke said something and I didn't notice but once I did I couldn't unsee it. Is like— like— and is not like they are mean and that makes it worse—"
He squeezed her hands, frowning at the tears went down her cheeks. "Was anybody mean to you?" He thought everyone behaved, she seemed happy, but maybe he does need to kick someone's ass after all. His money was on Bruce.
"No!" She grabbed his hands instead. "They've just— I'm sorry I didn't believe— I didn't understand."
"What are you talking about?"
"Duke said— I don't think he meant it as a bad thing, but he kind of implied I fixed you, that I had somehow mellowed you." More tears gathered in her eyes, "He described you as something I know you are not—"
"Angry? Violent? A mindless killer?"
He understood now. They got comfortable and opened their useless mouths to feed her the crap they threw to his face from time to time. He wondered what Jazz thought about that — after all, they knew him at his worst, and it was different to read about his exploits when he arrived to Gotham than to hear first hand experience.
"They don't know you!" She leaned in, claiming his attention. "Jason, you are the sweetest man and I love—"
"Jazz, you know there's some truth to what they said. I am a killer. And violent."
"And I love you anyway!" He blinked at her sudden fit of fury. "But they said I changed you, that I fixed you. Like— like some kind of pet project," she shook her head, disgusted, "like it is a good thing, something to encourage, that your girlfriend changes who you are."
He pondered her words, realizing it's been a while since the last time Bruce or Dick looked at him with pity. Like he was a broken, prodigal son that needed to return home.
"Well, you know the truth, and I know the truth." He shrugged. "Fuck them."
She held his gaze, searching for something. "Aren't you mad?"
"Oh I'm furious," he smiled, all teeth, "but I don't give a flying fuck if they think your love magically cured me or whatever. They don't know me, and I gave up a long time ago." He got one of his hands free so he could wipe her tears away and brush her hair back from her face. "I love you," she smiled a little, and it was adorable, "and you changed something, but not for the reasons they think."
She tilted her head. "What?"
"I wasn't sure, it isn't like I was keeping track or knew what was happening until it did, but," he pulled on her hands so they were touching his chest, "I can feel something has changed. My head is clearer. Since I was revived, the first time, I've had this… it's like my emotions were out of control, like sometimes I was swept away by rage or anxiety that turned into violence and paranoia and there was no way to stop it."
"The corrupted ectoplasm." She gasped in realization.
"That's what I think it was, after reading your reports." He nodded. "After you brought me back that second time, I've felt in control like I haven't in a while. So thank you." He lifted her hands and kissed her knuckles, smiling when she giggled.
"That's why you've been distant, too?"
He looked away. He couldn't lie to her, he didn't want to. Not after everything they went through. "Remember when we first met? There were some kids and you got hurt?"
"Yeah! Did something happen? Are the kids okay?"
"Kids are fine, I've been checking on them from time to time," he didn't miss the relieved sigh, "but the guys we fought, well. I let them live."
"And that's… bad?" She tried to follow.
"They went running to their higher ups about a redhead woman who helps Red Hood. They saw your face."
Jazz blinked a couple times. "And that's… worse?"
He chuckled. Jazz unfazed by a gang upset with her was definitely one of the things he liked about her. "Usually I would take care of this. Not my first gang, etcetera, but the Black Clovers are sneaky and a well organized and a pain in my ass. I've tried to chase them off for months. They deal with child and sex trafficking."
She frowned. "That's definitely bad."
"Hm," he agreed. "And a group with their firepower and logistics are going after you. Latest reports from my lieutenants is they are seriously looking for you. Apparently you are my 'weakness'."
"Cliché." She rolled her eyes. "Well I don't see the big deal. Just let me help you."
For a moment, he considered it. He shook his head instead. "These people are not ghosts, Jazz. You are still mortal. As strong and resilient as you are, you can still die. And that's not something I'll allow to happen."
He saw her wanting to protest and insist she could take it. He knew what she could do, he had no doubt she could defend herself; but all she could think of was Jazz staring down the barrel of a gun right when he jumped in the fight. Maybe his feelings for her were clouding his judgment, but if there was still a chance she got seriously hurt, he didn't want to take it.
"Just— Let me take care of it, ok? Please."
She wanted to argue with him. He knew that look. Still, he watched her breathe and nod carefully.
"Fine. But keep me in the loop?" She bit her lip. "I thought— I was scared you were thinking I was too much and was second guessing or something."
"Oh I did some of that too. But your brother set me straight."
She seemed confused for a second, then remembered. "The Batburger." She huffed, leaning back on the couch. "I knew something happened."
"It was fine. I needed to hear what he said."
Jazz was considering asking, but after a couple of heartbeats she nodded and let it go. Good, because he had reached his limit on this emotional talk business.
"We good?" He asked, hoping for a quick yes.
"We good." She smiled, leaning in to kiss his softly on the lips. It felt good.
"Great, because I'm hungry." He very dramatically slapped his thighs as he stood up. It made Jazz chuckle. "Do you have actual food in the fridge or are we depending on my leftovers?"
When he didn't hear an answer he turned to look, surprised to find her right in front of his face, smiling. Jazz grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to kiss him, and he obliged. After all, today he was the perfect boyfriend.
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Why aren't there any Jazz dissection stories? Jack was so delusional during the first episode after he thought Jazz was a ghost because she offered to drive Danny to school along with her.
Both can be true at the same time:
A: Dissecting your son without knowing he was Phantom.
B: Believing your daughter was a ghost before forcibly restraining her before dissection.
Both of them are morally wrong.
Usually the stories directed at Danny's dissection are both parents. I just couldn't imagine the heart ache Jazz would endure if her own father would literally try to vivisect his own daughter.
Jack Fenton taking his favored child and just...
That's the scary part Jazz is really into psychology and therapy speak, but Jazz would have to enough awareness if her father was suffering from a mental health crises due to his belief systems.
The ghosts are real within the DP universe, but if we're using those heart breaking real life parallels when parents begin to believe their children are really 'XYZ' compared to just strapping Danny down to a gurney while Phantom before the big reveal.
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Jazz, on a random band name generator: Oooo! Undead Depression! That about sums up those boys.
Those Boys in question:
Danny - Sad but smiling about it
Dabi - Sad but sarcastic about it
Jason - Sad but brooding about it
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Danny: That was a joke. Say ha.
Dabi: Ha.
Danny: Now do it again.
Dabi: Ha.
Danny: Congratulations, you are officially the life of the party.
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Jason: I’m not a doctor I’m a medic.
Danny: What’s the difference then?
Jason: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die.
Dabi: Note to self; never get shot.
We've seen Danny being all kinds of situations like he's the son of the bat no he's the son of wonder woman no of the martian! Superman! But never once have I seen Jazz be utilized in these aus and experience the chaos she's usually half written and mostly is supporting character for Danny but I want her to be the main character and Danny be the nanny for her like imagine:
Jazz is excited. She's about to move out and go to the university of her dreams with a full ride scholarship and honors! They are accommodating her and her needs so she needs no financial support from her parents and that is great amazing even! She's making itineraries plans to where she will meet people and what she will do goals that she has to achieve there's so much to do and it's all so thrilling and exciting!
She flops on her bed giggling and kicking her feet. Many years of high school and using the most unlikable people she's ever met as test subjects for her to get into university and it worked! Take that Mr lancer you prick that can't mind your own business! In all honesty she doesn't think she'll miss Amity park. The only person she'll miss is her little brother her precious little brother that is overprotective of her. When she got the news he was over the moon and the first to celebrate and plan a party for her. Her parents gave her a big congratulations before they got distracted by ghost again honestly she won't be keeping in contact with them their relationship has doled out with their obsession
And now she's finally getting out honestly it feels like she's flying and touching the ceiling like physically touching it! It's amazing and- wait why does she feel something with her hands-
she opens her eyes and finds that she's literally floating on the ceiling... Okay that's okay she can get down maybe she can push down and make the gravity take her back?
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She just destroyed her ceiling. She didn't even push that hard! Oh gosh oh gosh she's floating off help help wait she knows what to do who is the other person in this household who can fly her little brother! Maybe this is ghost related ha ha if it is simple solutions they can figure it out right?
"DANNY! HELP I'M FLOATING AWAY"
Okay that came out more panicked than she wanted- and look her little brother is in his pajamas transforming into phantom trying his best to push her down and she won't stay down. With the way Danny is holding her she's acting more of a balloon than an actual person
This is fine this is totally fine there's no way this can get worse right?
.....
Here's some scenarios that I have for this
Danny: *sleeping peacefully when his phone rings* hmmm hello?
Jazz: hiii Danny sorry for waking you up but do you mind making your way to metropolis? I'm sort of flying into the sun and I'm really scared :3
Danny: *jumps up fully awake now* YOUR WHAT
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Jazz: *pointing at her destroyed kitchen looking at Danny with big puppy eyes* I just tapped in my kitchen counter and everything went boom :(
Danny: *who just came to metropolis for the 44th time this week sighs*
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Jazz: *laying on a hospital bed high on pain meds with the most bewildered look on her face* Danny... I'm allergic to a rock... A ROCK
Danny: yeah a space rock Jazz. Kryptonite specifically. Who do you want to sue for child support?
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Danny: *conducting surgery on jazz's bear*
Jazz: *looking at the mirror with betrayed look on her face after she literally pulled out laser eyes on her favorite stuffy*
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Danny: shush it super pants my sister is getting overwhelmed and I'm not sorry for barging into your place so move it so I can fix this and calm her down!
Superman: how do you know where the fortress of solitude is?!
Jazz: *eyes right about to snap superman's neck after getting overwhelmed with noise*
What if the ectoplasm (and honestly the overabundance of “contaminated food”) blocked out the effects of being Kryptonian? Now that Jazz has moved out of Amity Park, she’s slowly experiencing EVERYTHING as her ectoplasm levels slowly go back to normal human (or Kryptonian) levels. She’s slowly getting more and more powers like Danny and honestly wonders if she’s dying until the lasers come out of her eyes.
Danny: *barges into Tim's office, obviously furious* Okay I'm done with you ignoring me and treating me like I'm a charity case. I'm supposed to be your partner, not your pretty arm candy you only talk to when you flaunt to your buisness partners. I want a divorce.
Tim: *blinks in surprise before leaning into his phone* Uh Tam...when did I get married? And what did I do to ruin it?
Danny: *looking around* Oh my Ancients I'm in the wrong office! I am so sorry! *starts to leave only to back track* By the way your security kinda sucks. I stormed in here, obviously angry, and not once did anyone try to stop me or search me for weapons. I work for a security and bodyguard buisness, I'll leave my card with your assistant if you want to hire more competent gaurds. Sorry again for barging in like that! *leaves, politely shutting the door*
Tim: Tam I need that buisness card, and I need to know everything about that man!
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Phantom: *floating mid-air, reclined on his side while watching, unimpressed, as the Justice League runs around like a chicken with its head cut off* You guys are kinda stupid, huh?
Green Lanturn: This isn't a joke Phantom! Flash was given a Love Potion!
Phantom: *yawns* That-*Points to some snacks that were given to the Flash by a 'fan'* isn't a love potion. *leans down to sniff them and frowns* Its a aphrodisiac, a extremely strong and very well made one, but still.
Martian Manhunter: Aphrodisiac? How are you so sure?
Phantom: Because 'Love Potion's aren't technically a thing. 'Love Potion's are actually consumption based curses, and compulsions, the curse or compulsion ensnare the mind, forcing whoever consumes the 'potion' to 'love' whoever the potion was made by.
Wonder Woman: So a civilian wouldn't be able to make one?
Phantom: Of course they could, nothing is ever impossible. You know that. But, it would be very difficult, making curses and compulsions aren't easy for most species, humans are especially weak with curse binding- but anyone desperate and stupid enough to make one could if they had the right book.
Green Lanturn: And you're certain that those are an aphrodisiac and not a Love Potion, how?
Phantom, sighing: Because they don't smell like blood. All 'Love Potion's are made using the maker's blood, thats how the curse knows who to bind the consumer too. Its not like in movies, or books, or fanfiction, where there's a vegue chance whoever gets the love potion will fall in love with the first person they see, in real life, every 'potion' has a direct tie to whoever is intended for the consumer. Because of that, 'Love Potion's always smell, at least faintly, of blood.
Justice Legue: *tense silence*
Phantom: The aphrodisiac should run its course soon, especially with his metabolism, put him in the med bay until then, and try to track down whoever gives these to him. Even if hes not hurt, someone still tried to essentially drug Flashy over there, so we should still look into it.
Batman: ...If it had been a 'Love Potion', would you have been able to break the curse or compulsion? *watches as the other Heros did as Phantom said*
Phantom: Hmmm*reclining back in the air in thought* It depends on how strong. Low level compulsions, consumers can dispel themselves with enough willpower, but...I can handle most Compulsions and some Curses, but the really strong ones? I'd probably need to call in some help. I'm not really a curse breaker, B-Man, maybe talk to Connie. Worse case you'd have to call in a Cupid, they're usually pretty finicky when working with humans, but they also hate 'Love Potion's, and they're the best at breaking those kinds of curses, since they go against their very nature, so I can probably talk someone into helping in that situation.
Batman: Hnm
Phantom: Anyway, I'm gonna split, I'm tired of being the source magic exposition for today. *waves flipantly before ripping open a portal and vanishing*
Dick: *holding up his phone camera* -And here we see the elusive roommate, a rare beast who was thought to go extinct after the great finals started. You can see their panda like markings-
Danny: *voice muffled* Dick I will hit up your father and become your step-adopted dad. I have seen that man at Galas, its not that hard, get your phone away from me.
Dick: Okay I'm sorry, please don't become my step-adopted dad! *puts his phone back in his pocket*
I love the idea of jazz being related to Luther and having a little bit of a psychotic mind like him and still keeping her character. Can you imagine a Luther raised by a Fenton?
I don’t think Lex could handle that. Like he totally underestimate her a serious fuck around n find out situation.
Like I don’t know what situation it would have to be for her to end up in his “custody“ but he would try to parent her and I feel like jazz might take it as this is my time to rebel. I’m gonna cause a problem cause I feel like every Fenton is mischievous.
Maybe they go to Luther because their aunt can’t take them and their parents IDK got arrested and they don’t wanna go with Vlad 
Perhaps by the end of it, Lex becomes tired, evil, girl dad who is constantly laughed at by Danny
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Dick: You know, it's coming up on twenty-ish years since I first moved in?
Bruce: You're right, though sometimes when I think about it, it feels like yesterday. We had a rocky start, didn't we?
Dick: Yeah, I was so sure you were going to eat me
Bruce: You what?
Dick: It's obvious now that you wouldn't. But I was eight. The mansion was creepy at night, I barely saw you and you were always vanishing into thin air. There were bats everywhere, you never went outside. I mean I didn't think you were a vampire or anything cool, but a child snatching billionaire who might eat me was a safe bet considering all the facts I had.
academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches
