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Hello, I'm Rheita. You may know me from my other socials or not. My ao3 username is Vender_Nyx, I use this account for writing prompts for crossovers and my fanfics. BUT I do have an art account where I rarely post @lunariantias My sole boundary is do not mention me or my work on someone else's post that has nothing to do with me.

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• Masterpost Of Rheitais DpxDc Rarepair Event 2026

Little Community for all Dp Crossovers

At a specific time on a specific day once a week Alfred goes missing. And it has been happening since Bruce was a child but he never knew where Alfred went. Even as he got older he never quite asked the gentleman and if he tried nudging the conversation in that direction... Well Alfred would catch on immediately.

So for the time being he let it go and years passed by and he just ignores the fact that his Butler goes missing once a week. Turns out having so many eyes ears in the Manor doubles as a curious thing. He knows that his oldest probably told his siblings about it at some point.

Dick was a naturally curious kid and Alfred going missing was new when he arrived. Eventually he started making fake stories and passing it down to the younger ones. Not that Bruce was going to stop their imagination they were kids.

Eventually it landed on Damian and Duke... The youngest and newest respectfully. Neither of them took the information of Alfred going on separate adventures at face value. He doesn't blame them, they were smart kids and aren't quite fazed by bullshit.

What he didn't expect was them being the determined type to prove all of them wrong. Bruce is proud that Damian and Duke got along so well but he didn't want them to get along with this. At some point in his mind it became a secret ritual to just never investigate what this possibly could be.

He's own mistake really.

Of course the children would ask him and he would either misdirect them or straight lie. Bruce can't be mad that Damien somehow inherited his stubbornness. Even worse when he decided to team up with the sassiest child in his care.

To make sure that they didn't overdo it Bruce decided that since they asked he might as well tag along from a distance respectfully. Just to see what methods they were trying to use to follow the old Butler. It's training and nothing more... Definitely nothing to do with his own curiosity.

Finding out that the manor Butler just went to a tea shop in the middle of the day wasn't actually as surprising as he thought it would be. But.. it turns out the person he was meeting was more interesting. A young man, definitely older than dick but younger than Bruce, with black and white hair and mix match eyes sat across from Alfred.

Bruce had never seen that man a day in his life and someone with such a peculiar appearance would immediately be on some sort of list. He had Barbara look into it well watching over his youngest shoulders. Yet nothing came up which is even worse.

While he was running through every scenario in his head Alfred had spotted them. Even waving them down. Ah shot they were caught—

Luckily they didn't go out in their uniform and were just incognito. Walking into the shop was like being hit with too many teas at once. The other man gestured to the seats next to them and the trio sat down.

"How cute I finally got to meet your family!"

"Daniel. Master Bruce, I do suspect that this was not your idea."

"He— I mean he followed so technically it is." Duke immediately threw him under the bus.

Bruce found the wall fascinating this time of year.

"None of that now. We expected this at some point I'm impressed it took this long."

"As lenient as ever. Proper introductions are in order. This is Daniel, my grim reaper."

Huh?

"Don't worry I'm kind of slacking on my job. I was supposed to take him decades ago but I really find him too cute."

HUH?!

Clark: Don't sleep on the box Maddie—

Maddie: Starting to sound like my sister Clark!

Clark: I am just looking out for ya.

Maddie: Mhm. We live in the country. "Looking out" is all the people here do.

Clark: I would never?!

Maddie: I know you aren't the noisy type. Well you could be but you don't wanna.

Clark: I was raised with respect!

Maddie: Uh huh. Respect enough that you help us build a bonfire senior year?

Clark: We had nothing to do.

Maddie: Truth!

Clark: Hm? Maddie someone's calling ya?

Maddie: If it's Vlad send it to voicemail. If it's Jack pick up then hang up immediately. I don't wanna talk to either of them.

Clark: I— why different responses to both?

Maddie: Vlad will take his sweet time leaving an hour long message. Jack will keep calling until someone answers, he never notices when I hang up.

Clark: That's just cruel.

Maddie: Have you ever known me to be kind?

Clark: When we were babies?

Maddie: I am pretty sure I pushed you out a window when we were 5.

Clark: Oh yeah..

Maddie: Ma was so mad.

Clark: Your ma was but my Ma somehow convinced her it was fine.

Maddie: Alien dingbat.

Clark: Redheaded witch.

Maddie: Pff— god I'm glad I'm home. Shouldn't have left. City folks are crazy.

Clark: Should I be worried?

Maddie: Not unless one of the guys come here.

Clark: What..

Maddie: They are crazy.

As we approach the end of summer in the northern hemisphere so too comes the end of an event I hold dear. The Spring/Summer Rarepair Event on my page will be finishing this month to close out the final few. I do find the idea fascinating and all your suggestions were cared for by me! ✨

With that being said, that also leaves me with free time again.. so a here is a poll for things you would like for Autumn and Winter!

Whatever wins will be for September forward btw so you won't see it until then 🩵

Also, is this the account I would send this to you or would I do it to a different one since I know this is mainly DCXDP 

Anyway, just wanted to ask bye 👋 😊

@meepmeepreblogthegeek Is usually my spam for other crossovers BUT I'll take it anyway. THERE IS A FANTASTIC DP x DMC COMIC AU ON THIS PLATFORM ALREADY!!! It's by @impyssadobsessions please I beg for more..

🤔 I'm not really sure how I would prompt this since it could go one of two ways.

1) They share the same world: Infinite Realms and The Underworld are two spaces that connect loosely.

2) Danny gets sent there for reasons (any reason honestly)

I do think that Danny and Dante would be both weary but understanding of each other well being. Danny could learn a lot from someone who also hunts for a living yet has a basic understanding that not all demons are evil like all ghosts aren't evil. (With that being said Dante would not like Danny's parents in the slightest 😭)

Now if they were in the same universe. Let's just say half of Danny's problems would have never happened. The government would have ended up the only real issue and even that would be loosely but who knows. Also Omg Dante mentorship would be so fun..

If it was in a different universe. A very interesting way to go about things as it would honestly depend when and where he lands. If it's post DMC 1 then he would with Patty and the Ladies. During DMC 4 would be with Nero and Danny would have so much to say about those two. During DMC 5 would just be chaos as they would find him suspicious as hell showing up during the apocalypse... After DMC 5 but before the twins return from hell? Nero would probably think Danny is Dante's and he has more family. (Let's complicate that family tree why don't we?)

All in all you would have to sit me down and hit me with a banana so I can go into depth on how much I would love to write something about this.

The last thing he expected was to get a phone call. A call from a number that was unknown but he could still check the number. He knew it looked familiar and he hasn't seen it in several decades.

When he picks up the phone John Constantine was hit with so much nostalgia. Look trouble always manages to find him but there was always someone who found every bit of it. If he was in the room with the same person all the problems would go to them not him.

Madeline.

Apparently she was married now. Definitely some fascinating stuff what he didn't know was the problems that came with it. Of course they had to be a guy crazy enough to marry her, hell even he couldn't handle all that. To that man praise every bit of him.

That wasn't the problem she called him because they have a ghost problem. Dealing with the undead could get very very messy. However the scale she was talking about was a lot worse than he thought it would be.

First off she moved from her hometown she was currently living in Amity Park. He knew that place was pretty much on every supernatural's blacklist. So John is not it surprised that she may have been the contributor of this.

More than just supernatural messy it was also politically Messy as there were hunters from the government trying to hunt down ghosts. Look John respectfully would have said no but disrespectful he is hella curious. You can tell him that he was a very stupid idea to agree to.

Since he was going and nobody else besides him and probably Zatanna know about the city itself... He's going to make it a team project. John doesn't like dealing with the US government mostly because he's a British citizen and he kind of travels the border without a passport so.. eh.

Constantine called a team meeting which honestly was a first but I made it better is that Zatanna was out of town. He could get away with it and there was no one there to defeat his efforts. Is it quite reckless to do this? Yes. Does he care? No.

Maddie brought a very fun type of trouble. She was probably the only reason he made it through his childhood without blowing his own head off. If she was going to bring crazy he might as well bring his own flavor of crazy.

Plus. Maddie would most likely push some of the heroes with big egos down a few pegs and he really wants to see that.

Hydration Check

Posture check!!

Um oh shit—

Jazz: You tell me?! You broke into my apartment.

Helena: No I'm pretty sure this is my apartment.

Jazz: I paid the rent and I've signed the lease. I know for a damn fact this is my apartment.

Helena: 602 yeah?

Jazz: If you don't even know then it's definitely not your apartment.

Helena: No it definitely is. I think the landlord just scanned both of us.

Jazz: I'm supposed to believe somebody in spandex?

Helena: What? Never met a cape in your life before?

Jazz: I have, though he usually wears a hazmat suit. Not lingerie.

Helena: I have never met anybody in a hazmat suit.

Jazz: Yeah well first times all around. Get out of my apartment.

Helena: I'm pretty sure we can work something out maybe put the text back down.

Jazz: What? Like some involuntary side work?

Helena: Well not exactly as this was my only safe house on the side of the city. Honestly I don't even need to be here most of the time I just keep my stuff here.

Jazz: Those weird boxes were yours?

Helena: So you have seen my things! Please don't tell me you threw them out..

Jazz: Half of them were like weapons?! If I threw them out I'm pretty sure I would get arrested.

Helena: Ah you're not from Gotham. That tracks. No you wouldn't have been arrested people would have thought you were like an arms dealer for a bit but not arrested. The police here are kind of shit at their jobs.

Jazz: Oh. Well I'm used to please not being very good at their jobs I just thought this was supposed to be a normal City.

Helena: Hun. Gotham is anything but normal. Did they not tell you that when you moved in?

Jazz: Everything they said sounded pretty normal?

Helena: Murderous clowns and gas weather forecast is normal?

Jazz: I mean it doesn't sound that bad. All your problems are created by humans who are train professionals in their respective categories. I'm pretty sure all of them have phds at least at one point or another.

Helena: what—

Jazz: Most of your problems don't really seem that bad? And this is coming from somebody who has lived above radiation for a better part of her life. I do have an immunity to most of the toxins I've seen so eh?

Helena: I don't know whether I should be concerned or confused.

Jazz: It's okay to be both. So I've been told.

Helena: You are a Gotham U student, aren't you?

Jazz: What gave it away? The textbook?

Helena: The snarky sarcasm. What exactly are you studying to be?

Jazz: What are you, my mother? Why you want to know?

Helena: Because I'm feeling days over and giving that you reek of tragic backstory I have a feeling that I need to keep an eye on you.

Jazz: See that's prejudice. Why are you assuming that all people with sad childhoods are the same?

Helena: I didn't mean to offend. You are camping out in my safe house though.

Jazz: MY apartment that I pay for is not a campsite. So take your shit that's in that closet and go.

Helena: Feral. Lovely.

Jazz: Kiss it.

Helena: Yes yes. I'll actually come for it later. Though I don't think this will be the last thing to see each other.

Jazz: I really hope it is I don't want to see you again.

They were two classmates that went missing that year. They only found the body of one and the other one was never seen again. In the end all day became more haunted stories for the school to tell.

But in reality it turned out to be a lot more complicated than that. Klarion had one friend when he went to human School. That one friend was killed by the children.

Pesky little things that they swear are innocent and should be protected. Of course he was pissed he despised the fact that they were able to get away with it. Losing someone he found endaring was the worst feeling in the world.

So every year in memory of his lost friend he would return the day he dies to cause the utmost pain. To all those "popular" students, the ones that they believe could get away with anything. They did not deserve rest until they paid for their crimes.

Yet every year the adults would do nothing to change their attitude. Instead they would continue to indulge them. Saying that those kids were the best and brightest and nothing could go wrong.

Klarion despised that.

Well he decided to return this year. Yet something was off. There was a lot more energy of death in the air than there usually was.

Ghosts were present not exactly for the human eye but enough for him to see. Whoever activated such high levels of magic needed an applause. But he was going to save that for another time as he saw a familiar face in the crowd.

"Hello Dexter."

"Kal?! You can finally see me!"

Oh how he misses that smile. It seems that his friend had been watching him for quite some time. Now that they can see each other the party can fully commence this year.

Jason: Sam, you could do anything to me and I would not care.

Sam: Man with confidence. Cute.

Jason: You know damn well that you love this.

Sam: Much to my dismay it just seems to be a trend for me.

Jason: Somewhat undead boyfriend?

Sam: Questionable moral boyfriend that doesn't care if I used them in a witchy seance.

Jason: I mean? If I qualify wouldn't it be in my heroic duty to stop you from doing it to someone else?

Sam: Heroic? You? Don't make me laugh.

Jason: But you did smile so I call it a win.

Sam: Because you are cheesy.

Jason: I'm a romantic at heart.

Sam: And people find you scary. If only they could see you now.

Jason: They would be jealous as I'm living the dream.

Sam: Getting scarified?

Jason: Letting my hot witch girlfriend do things to me.

Sam: Didn't think you liked Dark Romance.

Jason: I like romance in general.

Sam: Fair enough. Should have figured as much Mister Crimelord.

Jason: Ha! I knew you liked that.

Sam: Shut up.

Jason: Nope you have boosted my ego.

Sam: As if your head isn't already filled with air.

Jason: Give me a kiss.

Sam: No.

Jason: Come on!

Sam: Keep pouting and Ill trade you for a belladonna plant.

Jason: Good to know I'm worth so much.

Sam: Oh my ancients.

Jazz doesn't know how she got herself into this situation. Like yes, her family is probably really well known in certain circles. Not everyone knows everything but her parents are known by government officials, the phantoms are known by the paranormal community. You get it.

Gratefully Jazz lucked out and isn't associated with either. She got that therapist's license, she did the work. Her life was as normal as it comes! So how the hell did she end up in a summoning circle surrounded by like strangers in cloaks and even strangers in colorful uniform.

"Um. Hi?" Jazz was so embarrassed she was still in her work clothes. Nothing about her screams mad scientist or ghost from the afterlife so what the hell.

"Goddess of chaos! Lady of darkness—" Huh? HUH?!

"Woo woo woo! Hang on! NO! I AM NOT ANY OF THAT?! I AM HUMAN????" Jazz frantically denies everything while the colorful people look defensive.

Lovely. Perfect. Wth is her life? Were these people trying to contact one of her siblings? Chaos.. Ellie maybe? Jazz never really asked any of them about it. When she tried she got confused half way through and their words start sounding like static (literally).

"Are you saying you are not Eris?" One of the colorful people asked her. Jazz gave her the biggest confused look she could possibly give. Was that one of Ellie alt names? Hell she wouldn't put it past them.

45 years of trying to get out of this mess. She succeeded for almost 22 years apparently it came to an end. Jazz spoke again without moving as they were clearly still unsure of her. She explained who she was and her profession, she is as human as they come.

The cultist didn't seem happy that whatever they planned failed but they were swiftly taken out. Turns out Jazz ended up in a different world. Love that for herself. She was actually supposed to channel the chaos goddess but it failed for whatever reason.

Honestly she had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with her siblings but she wasn't going to try explaining that. Jazz knows possession, overshadowing, that was nothing new. All she can really hope for now is a way home.

Lucky her for getting saved by this world's heroes. They put one in charge of her, Diana who was apparently a demigoddess. While explaining herself and how everything else Jazz was glad to have her protection.

Because unbeknownst to her. Her presence was actually an interruption to both worlds. For the heroes, several people wanted to know how something that should have worked failed. She was definitely more than just humans.

On her own precious world 3 agitated royal ghosts felt their anchor go missing. In the middle of the day. 2 mad scientists find that their sole fully living child had flatline and what should have been her ghost detector has not gone off.

Nothing good can come from an anger powered Fenton. Alive or Dead.

Hal: Crashing a party because both of us are bored?

Dan: right right how did you get invited to this? Cuz it's not crashing a party if you were invited?

Hal: Oh it is crashing the party because there's somebody there who doesn't know that I'm coming. I can't wait to see his face when he sees both of us there.

Dan: Someone I know?

Hal: Yep!

Dan: Gonna to tell me who?

Hal: Now where's the fun in that?

Dan: Fair enough. So how exactly did you get invited to this?

Hal: I am really good at my job.

Dan: That's not sketchy as hell.

Hal: It's an aviation ball.

Dan: Ah that makes more sense.

Hal: What? The giant global in the hallway didn't tip you off?

Dan: Honestly? No. It could have been the United Nations or something for NASA? Hell somebody could have been just ego-centric as hell and made an international party. I'm pretty sure we know several people who would do that.

Hal: Ah— okay valid point.

Dan: At least we didn't have to dress up.

Hal: of course not you're my plus one and I'm not dressing up. Plus it's not like really investors or whatever.

Dan: Investors? Fuck.

Hal: What? Crap did you figure out who we going to see?

Dan: No but I already know somebody because I can never fucking avoid him.

Vlad: Dante!

Dan: Please. Die.

Vlad: That is no way to talk to me.

Hal: Eh? Who?

Vlad: Ah where are my manners? Vladimir Masters.

Hal: Wait, Masters?!

Vlad: the one and only!

Dan: Hal do not feed into his ego.

Vlad: Always so easy to condemn me.

Dan: Remember that the only reason you're still alive is because my sister.

Hal: Huh?!

Dan: Ill explain Later.

Vlad: Quite presumptuous. She's a good girl and respectfully you're not the only one that wants to keep her alive.

Dan: You are a bastard and I hope you fall into a vat of acid within the next 24 hours.

Bruce: well I wasn't expecting that?

Hal: Ey! Brucie! Save me

Bruce: Hal, Dante, Vlad..

Vlad: Ah Bruce Wayne! I didn't know you knew my s—

Dan: Please remember I know where you sleep at night.

Vlad: Always so aggressive. Kids. Am I right?

Hal: Wait.. your his?

Dan: Not by choice. Not even remotely close by choice.

Vlad: Ha. So he says. The little badger should be here somewhere excuse me I have to go find my heir.

Dan: Fuck you.

Hal: Explanation please?

Bruce: Dante, are you being blackmail?

Dan: Long story short? Yes. He likes keeping me on a metaphorical leash. To know when surprised he's always with one of my kid siblings.

Hal: Why didn't you tell us?

Dan: How the fuck am I supposed to explain that? You both know that I am not exactly...human. Well neither is he. By no means are either of my siblings but me and the kid can't do anything because our little sister is trapped somewhere. Even worse just a bomb attached to her head. He is a sadistic fucker.

Hal: Bruce? Didn't we agree that he technically falls under my jurisdiction?

Bruce: Yes?

Hal: So that wouldn't also include evil Maniac over there?

Bruce: Whatever plan you may have I will distract. Any bats and birds would love to assist as well.

Dan: Wait what?

Hal: We are doing a jailbreak babe.

Dan: WHAT?!

Danny: Hm? Hello?

Dan: Oh hey.

Hal: Oh! Wow you guys look almost identical if not for the height difference.

Danny: Friends of yours?

Dan: Something like that. You okay?

Danny: Tired. Heard something something jail break?

Dan: Of course you did as if there's anything else in your mind but chaos. Bruce, this is my little brother. If you want to distract, take him with you. He can very easily slip away from Vlad.

Danny: Tis why I am here. He thinks I'm downstairs. Good seeing you Tay.

Dan: Yeah yeah get going.

Hal: Damn good kid.

Dan: Pretty much. So what's your plan?

Duke has been chancing this one person for a long time. Like really long time. It's quite hard to explain.

He used to get these dreams of someone on a motorcycle. He had one too. His was yellow, theirs was red and they would race down the street. That person always won.

But he had no idea who it was. Soulmates dreams are supposed to be helpful but his were useless. First off, they had a helmet and armor on?! He couldn't even tell what they looked like.

At some point he considered just giving up as trying to find someone like that made life impossible. There were so many people in the world that owned a red bike. Worst of all it wasn't a bike that existed (not legally anyway) so sue him.

Duke watched his foster siblings fall into relationships one by one while having this sting. Bruce did try offering again but Duke waved the detective off. Having him do it kinda defeats the point of finding them yourself.

In the end he would just have to wait until it placed out. Hopefully.

...

It did.

A little too well.

At first it was a report of an old road out the way having illegal street racing. No one really used it and at first none of the bats really cared. Gothamites like having fun as long as they aren't over doing it, it should be fine.

It was a motorcycle race tho.

All the bats woke him up quite literally talking over each other trying to explain. All Duke heard was cave, something something, race. He just teleported himself to the cave because holy hell was he overwhelmed at 1 am.

Illegal racing? He knew about. Motorcycle race? He heard the rumor. Apparently there was an undefeated racer in red? BINGO.

Was Duke surprised that Bruce got him a bike just like his dream? No. The man was a freak, of course he managed to get it done without Duke giving him details. Not that he would tell him that.

The race itself was pretty simple. Duke ignored everyone else and kept his eyes on Red who definitely noticed him. Didn't approach him though.

Once the race started, he was starting to see why Red was undefeated. That bike was definitely not normal by any means. When it moved it must have seemed red to everyone else but Duke saw it as green. A bright intoxicating green as it zipped past everyone.

Cheater.

Well two could play at that game.

A little shadow magic was never against the rules yeah? He managed to get in front of them. They both ended up baiting each other until they were completely off the road of the race and isolated somewhere random.

They both stopped to stare at each other. Duke waited for a bit and they flipped their visor up and he finally got to see her face. She tapped her helmet and Duke realized that she was trying to connect headsets.

"com check 1 2?" Oh she was really quick.

"Hey? Yeah I hear you."

"Cool. Asshole. Trying to take my win?"

"What?" He really wasn't but he could see why she would say that.

"Just cause your my soulmate ain't mean I'ma let you win."

Oh. She's competitive. Well he can work with that.

"Let's go again."

...

"Hell yeah."

Wally: Jesus Christ we should put a bell on you.

Dan: Robin doesn't have a bell and he is human.

Wally: Well yeah we should get him one too.. not my point. Why are you here?

Dan: My question first.

Wally: Secretly ordering food

Dan: What was that?

Wally: OH COME ON YOU DEFINITELY HEARD ME?!

Dan: Perhaps I should call Robin since he was looking for you.

Wally: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT—

Dan: Want to repeat what you said?

Wally: You are a bastard you know that?

Dan: Half of one yes.

Wally: What?

Dan: Where is my phone..

Wally: God! I was secretly ordering food. Happy?

Dan: And what will you get me to keep this intel to myself?

Wally: Blackmail?! That's low.

Dan: I can go lower.

Wally: No doubt there. You know that Chinese place in Seattle?

Dan: The one we saved?

Wally: Yeah. Dumpling house.

Dan: The soup there was rather good.

Wally: Is that what you want?

Dan: It wouldn't be nearly enough.

Wally: Do I look like a wallet to you?

Dan, drops a wad of cash on him: You do now.

Wally: Blackmail but you are paying me?

Dan: Oh were you robbing them?

Wally: What no?! Where did you even get this cash from?

Dan: Don't worry about it. How long do you need?

Wally: 30 minutes as they need to cook it.

Dan: Done.

Wally: Great.

Lois knows it. You know it. She is simply THE reporter. Even in a man's world she was the best at what she does. No one could replace her even if they tried.

There was plenty of ruthless competition but they were either too pushy with their clients, not well connected or straight liars. She knew damn well that the liars were simply people getting paid to spread defamation. And god does she hate that.

There was one in particular that was really bad. One of the first ever heroes, Red Huntress. A woman in a male dominated field. In that she would praise the hell out of her.

Yet there was little to almost no coverage on her. The only time anyone even mentioned her was because her cape partner Phantom would praise her to death. Yet that was it.

No one had gotten an interview with her. There were no accurate intel on her aside from some blogs that recorded her earlier days into her career. Everything else was pure fan theories or straight damaging rumors with no evidence.

Perhaps the huntress didn't care. But Lois sure did. She made it her mission to write a piece on the heroine.

Getting a hold of her wasn't easy though. Even being as well connected as she was after doing this for so long. Contact with anyone from Amity Park, the hometown, was like calling a ghost town.

Lois decided to take the trip instead. Modern tech made life easy but to her, this wasn't meant to be easy. Putting in the work the old fashion way was the goal.

Her best friend Clark had some thoughts but she shut them all down. Yes superman wasn't exactly allowed in that area. The local heroes sworn him off or something to that extent. So if something were to happen she was on her own.

Lois found it hilarious. As if she wasn't a grown woman doing dangerous stuff since forever. Laughable. She reassured him that she would be fine, though she didn't promise him that she would stay out of trouble.

When she arrived. Let's just say she was attacked immediately. She definitely didn't ignore all the warning signs that the locals told her about. Of course not, that would be utterly ridiculous.

"And you are on crazy lady." Lois found herself happily in the arms of her very annoyed target.

"Am I?"

"For jumping into a banshee storm? Willingly? Yes."

Jazz: So pretty.

Zatanna: I meant the performance JJ not me!

Jazz: That too.

Zatanna: J!

Jazz: Ow no throwing pillows.

Zatanna: I wouldn't have too if you took it seriously.

Jazz: I MEANT IT!

Zatanna: Uh huh. What color was the butterfly?

Jazz: What?

Zatanna: What color was the butterfly?

Jazz: Erm Blue?

Zatanna: JAZZ!

Jazz: LOOOOOOOOOK LISTEN—

Zatanna: I don't even use butterflies at my shows! You weren't watching the magic.

Jazz: Definitely saw some magic though.

Zatanna: UGH WHY DO I EVER INVITE YOU TO PRACTICE?!

Jazz: Because you love having me around?

Zatanna: You are no better than a man.

Jazz: Excuse me! I have taste. Men look at your back or chest, I am looking respectfully at them legs.

Zatanna: You know you sound like a pervert.

Jazz: I am being honest. Honest is good.

Zatanna: A little too honest. Do I need to wear sweats around you? Is this what it has come too?

Jazz: That would just make me stare at them more. Girl I have never seen you in pants like ever.

Zatanna: I— Okay true.

Jazz: But seriously why are you worried it was great!

Zatanna: It's my first show.

Jazz: Well if you need an audience assistance I will be in the crowd.

Zatanna: Being a pervert.

Jazz: Being supportive!

Zatanna: Yeah?

Jazz: Promise.

Zatanna: Okay.

Jazz: Now show me the bird thing again.

Zatanna: Wait you were actually paying attention?

Jazz: I can multitask.

Zatanna: You are so weird.

Jazz: Lol I know.