(Prompt, crossover au)
Ben 10 x Danny Phantom
Worst Date vs Best Date: Ben Tennyson x Jazz Fenton
Best Date â Quiet Moments Between Heroes
Ben Tennyson wasnât saving the world.
For once.
No aliens. No explosions. No âit followed me here, I swear.â
Just a hoodie, a quiet park, and Jazz Fenton sitting beside him with two melting ice cream cones.
âWow,â Jazz said, amused, âyouâre actually on time.â
âHey, I can be responsible,â Ben replied, leaning back. âSometimes.â
She raised an eyebrow. âDefine âsometimes.ââ
Ben grinned. âYouâre looking at it.â
The sun dipped low, painting everything gold. Kids laughed in the distance, a dog barked, and for a rare moment, the world didnât need saving.
Jazz nudged him lightly. âYouâre⊠different when youâre not fighting something.â
âYeah,â Ben said, softer now. âKinda nice not having to transform every five minutes.â
They walked along the path, shoulders brushing. No pressure. No chaos. Just easy conversationâcollege, weird ghost stories (Jazzâs favorite topic), and Benâs exaggerated âtotally realâ alien mishaps.
She laughedâreally laughedâand Ben found himself staring for a second too long.
âWhat?â she asked.
ââŠNothing,â he said quickly. âJustâthis is nice.â
Jazz smiled, warm and steady. âYeah. It is.â
And for once, being Ben Tennyson didnât mean being a hero.
It just meant being a guy on a really good date.
X-xx-X
Worst Date
The date started fine.
That shouldâve been the warning sign.
Ben and Jazz had just sat down at a small dinerâquiet, cozy, perfect.
âSo,â Jazz began, smiling, âno interruptions tonight?â
Ben opened his mouth to answerâ
âand the wall exploded.
âBEN TENNYSON!â a voice roared as debris scattered across the floor.
Ben groaned. âOh, come on.â
A hulking figure stepped through the smokeâone of Benâs many enemies, eyes locked on him.
Jazz blinked once, then calmly set down her drink. âYou have got to be kidding me.â
âGive me one second,â Ben said, already slamming down the Omnitrix.
Green light flashed.
Meanwhile, Jazz turnedâ
âand froze.
Floating near the shattered counter was a dramatic, overly theatrical ghost.
âI AM THE BOX GHOST!â he declared. âTREMBLE BEFOREââ
A cardboard box bounced off his head.
Jazz didnât even flinch. âNo.â
The Box Ghost gasped. âYou dareâ?!â
âI deal with ghosts,â Jazz said flatly. âYouâre not even in the top ten.â
Behind her, Benânow transformedâwas mid-fight, crashing through tables as customers fled.
âSorry!â he shouted while punching his enemy through a jukebox.
Jazz grabbed another box and smacked the ghost again. âStop monologuing and leave!â
âI WILL NOTâow!â
The diner was chaos. Smoke, ectoplasm, alien energy blastsâ
âand in the middle of it, Jazz stood, unimpressed.
Eventually, the villain was defeated, the Box Ghost fled (dramatically), and silence returned.
The diner was destroyed.
Ben reverted back, rubbing the back of his neck. âSo⊠uhâŠâ
Jazz looked around at the wreckage.
Then at him.
ââŠNext time,â she said, âweâre getting coffee. Somewhere with fewer walls to explode.â
Ben winced. âThatâs fair.â
She sighedâbut smiled just a little.
Because honestly?
At this point, she expected nothing less.









