Can we keep her?
DPxBatman crossover. Jazz/Jason pairing. Background BatCat
Sequel to Dance with me?
NOW WITH SEQUEL -> Hit on me
The aftermath of last night's gala and all the implications. Also, time to meet the family!
thanks to @lapetitechatonne for taking a look at this and helping me not fall into despair!
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Chris watched in shocked silence as subtly as she could. It was difficult — the lovebirds were the only patrons in the whole Denny’s at two in the morning.
Who the fuck went into Denny’s at two in the morning? You see, in Gotham it could be anybody. Shady individuals, people getting out from late night shifts, vigilantes when they got hungry in their patrols, etc. You know, the usual.
Not two people, clearly a couple, dressed like they came from a fancy party.
Or. At least they were, once upon a time.
Chris looked nervously at Jackson, probably with the same wide eyes and red cheeks.
It was such a bizarre experience, bearing witness of the way these two were all over each other, touching each other, kissing, being lovey dovey in general. They never went over what was decent publicly, mind you, or Chris would have been the first to call the police to escort these people out of the establishment.
No.
The worst part was that the pair was the cutest thing they had ever seen.
And Chris and Jackson knew who they were since the moment Jason Todd, wayward son of Bruce Wayne, entered by the door with Jasmine Fenton, the face of the Arkham Reform project, gingerly placed on his back.
Both looked happy, despite their fancy clothes completely askew, stained and modified for freedom of movement — he had opened the first buttons of his shirt and shed the jacket, which now was over the girl, probably to cover her a little since she had tied her skirt on her hips, the fabric now riding high up to her waist, showing the black shorts she wore under the dress.
Jackson cooed as Chris processed the shock of seeing the famous faces enter her workplace at this ungodly hour. Jackson was a hopeless romantic, and there was something in the way Jasmine was barefoot, with her face tucked between Jason’s shoulder and neck, that pulled the strings of his shipper heart.
They ordered a sinful amount of waffles and a big strawberry milkshake with two straws. Jackson was trying not to cry of cuteness as he prepared the shake, sneaking some Valentine’s exclusive heart shaped sprinkles over the whipped cream.
They sat on the furthest corner, in a place where they could hide and canoodle in peace without giving a show out of the window.
But Chris and Jackson could still see them. And hear them.
“Should we—”
“Let them be,” Jackson stopped her hand from reaching her phone for the tenth time since the couple entered Denny’s. “Seriously, they are not hurting anybody.”
Chris made a face. “As long as they don’t get naked…”
Fortunately for everyone, they didn’t get naked. In fact, they kept their hands to themselves — if you didn’t count the two times they stopped talking and started making out for a moment there, then back to talking, or eating, in the girl’s case.
Because Jasmine could eat. And the lovestruck Wayne kid watched her like she hung the moon as she devoured her last waffle with a satisfied moan.
Chris had to look away when the kissing started again.
“I feel like we need to take a photo.”
“Why?” Jackson frowned at her.
“To have proof that this happened?”
“We have the security footage.”
Chris roller her eyes. “You know they don’t work and are only to scare away common thieves.”
“Eh.” Jackson shrugged. They weren’t paid enough to care. “Yeah, one photo won’t hurt anybody.”
Chris lifted her phone, snapped a photo of the pair and quickly checked that it was good.
It was good. She had managed to capture the lovebirds looking at each other, Jasmine talking and gesturing with one hand while the other was clasped with his over the table; Jason sipping what was left of the milkshake, leaning back on the crappy seat of their booth, eyes fixed on her mouth.
“Heh.” Jackson was looking over her shoulder at the photo. “We could sell this for a big sum of money.” At his coworker’s glare, he quickly jumped to add: “Not that we are going to! It’s just that this is such an exclusive… “Love blooms at Denny’s” or something, can you imagine the publicity?”
Yeah.
It was such good publicity.
With the McDonalds opening right on the other side of the street and the Taco Bell setting up down the road, business had been a little slow lately; and Chris was starting to think that her boss was considering that two people for the night shift was one too many.
With a heavy heart, she opened twitter and switched to the Denny’s twitter account. They didn’t have a proper CM for the Gotham branch, so she and Jackson sometimes did a bit of that work. For free, of course.
I’m sorry. You guys are the cutest, but we need this.
She wrote the tweet, attached the picture and hit send before she got too scared.
***
Dick Grayson prided himself as a very calm and put together adult. He was the older brother of a bunch of siblings that needed him, he had led various teams of superheroes while being a powerless human, he had gone to space!
He also prided himself to have outgrown his murderous phase from his Robin days — Nightwing was a new start, a new face, a new beginning. He was his own person beyond Batman’s sidekick.
And yet, he was very tempted to kill someone right now.
Specifically, his little brother.
Dick gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white, eyes glaring at the red light as if it had personally offended him.
He wanted to scream.
Last night it was supposed to go smoothly and Jason had decided to choose violence.
He only had one job — dancing with the daughter of this big-name-whoever-that-man-was that had been nagging Bruce for months. The poor dude thought that the girl was his last chance at striking a deal with Bruce Wayne, so he tossed her at them like she was an object and not a human being.
Dick would have felt bad if the girl in question wasn’t so creepy about it. She had this fixation on the Wayne boys, going as far as saying she didn’t care which one of them she ended up with — speak of red flags.
Bruce was aware that this was a very bad idea, but still spun the whole thing as a way to get Jason to participate in family stuff, join the gala, and hopefully meet someone that was a good match for him; not necessarily the rich girl, but maybe someone else at the gala. The last part was implicit, though. Bruce was getting to that age that he wanted to see his children find happiness, and he had made it his mission to ‘nudge Jason in the right direction’.
That’s all cool and fine.
Except that Jason abandoned ship and ran away the moment the event started. It became a wild goose chase trying to get him to do just one dance with the girl to shut up the crusty father, but nooooo Jason had to make it difficult for everyone.
And then—
Bruce said he found Jason and never explained if he was coming back. Or if he was okay. Or if he was running away from the whole gala.
With a girl.
It was that Fenton girl, the one that had been behind Bruce and fighting to get his attention for months. Dick had heard many complaints and stories about the crazy stunts she pulled just to get him to listen to her, manilla folder and tablet in hand, being borderline creepy stalker-ish.
They thought she would calm down and stop once Wayne Enterprises showed their support, once Bruce organized the stupid gala to make it official and gather more support for her cause.
Reforming Arkham. What a joke. There was no saving that place, not even in a million years.
He knew he was being harsh, but Dick had been in Gotham longer than the girl and he knew that there was no way to fix that thing unless you considered burning it down and starting again as ‘reform’. She could fight and throw her life to the cause if she wanted, he wasn’t going to pretend he had the high ground to tell her what to do.
Jasmine had gone for his little brother. That, he couldn’t forgive.
As Dick approached Jason’s apartment building, he could see the twitter messages and the tabloid articles in his mind’s eye.
“Love blooms in the most unexpected places #OnlyInDenny’s” and then the cutest photo of his brother, caught with a rare smile as he looked at the girl. It made his stomach turn when he saw it that morning as he had breakfast. Did Bruce know about this? He must have, Bruce wouldn’t miss something like this.
But why?
It only got worse as more and more people piled on, retweeting the photo and adding their own to the list — people that attended the party and apparently saw them chatting at the food table (Dick knew he had seen her before her speech) and then a blurry photo of the pair dancing and kissing in a balcony.
Dick would have saved the photos if he didn’t feel like crying.
How could she do this? Was it a ploy to ensure Bruce would support her cause? Seduce his poor baby brother and threaten to never let him go if Bruce didn’t comply?
Some tabloids were thinking about his same lines, this morning articles opening with the Denny’s photo and questioning if this was Arkham’s latest plan to gain more power.
Dick wouldn’t put it past an Arkham doctor to go beyond what was morally and legally correct to get what they wanted.
And this bitch had targeted his poor baby brother!
He was fuming as he parked his car, got out and stomped towards the elevator. There, he stumbled onto a frowning young man that was narrowing his eyes at the floor buttons, as if he couldn’t figure out something.
***
Danny was, to put it simply, pissed as hell.
Look.
If his sister had a bit of fun and drank too much and needed to stay there for the night, he wouldn’t have been mad.
If his sister had found a strapping young man or a beautiful woman, he wasn’t judging, to spend the night with, he wouldn't have been mad.
He was pissed because not only she never reported back that she was safe as she promised, but he had to find out she was even alive because twitter was burning down with the news of the pair canoodling at Denny’s at two fucking in the morning.
He hated the photo. His sister, who had left home so beautiful and grown up and put together — his sister looked completely ruined. Her makeup, her hair she had fussed about for hours, her dress she had saved up for to not look out of place in the stupid gala — all of it was ruined.
And she was wearing the idiot’s jacket like she was some kind of prize he had won. Like some kind of claim, as if Jazz were something you could own.
His sister!
He had obsessed looking at photos of them through the whole twitter, getting more and more inciensed as the articles and comments treated his dear sister as if she were some kind of gold digger and social climber — Jazz!! Who only ever wanted to help people in this god forsaken city!
This Jason dude thought he was invincible because he was rich — that if he made a mess, daddy would step in and make it all go away with money.
Danny knew their type. They tried to be bad boys without the consequences, thought that money could buy silence, thought that women were things to conquer and then throw away.
Well then, he was going to give this man a piece of his mind. And maybe give him the scare of a lifetime. Maybe what Jason needed was to get a bit of fear of death into his bones and learn to never touch his older sister again.
But first, find Jazz and make sure she was alright.
He followed her faint ectosignature throughout the city, first trying the stupidly enormous Wayne Manor — overcompensating, in his humble opinion — but then she had clearly left the premises sometime in the middle of the night and went to a nearby Denny’s. From there, he transformed and invisibly followed her signature to a pretty crappy apartment building. Not the kind of place you’d expect a rich boy to live in, and for a hot second Danny worried she had been abandoned in the worst part of the city to die.
Once he got there, he found he had a little problem. He couldn’t pinpoint the floor she was on.
He was glaring at the floor buttons of the elevator when a tall and good looking dude, older than him, stomped into the elevator as if it had offended him somehow.
Just to not look so suspicious, Danny clicked a random floor button. The man looked at him and then at the panel, before huffing and turning the other way.
His breathing was labored and his heartbeat was fast. The man was angry as hell. He also did look out of place in the building. Danny noticed his clothes — a rich boy.
He started to panic.
Was he here for his sister as well?
The elevator doors opened and both stepped into the dirty hallway. Danny sniffled a bit and nodded to himself when he could confirm Jazz was on this floor. He started walking forward, senses extended, and tried to ping her so she would answer back.
C’mon Jazz, he hoped he wasn’t wrong. That she was okay. If something happened to her because he didn’t follow her as Phantom to that gala, like he wanted… he would never forgive himself.
He stopped in front of a nondescript door.
Exactly where the angry man was about to knock.
Both looked at each other.
“Who are you?” The man finally asked. Danny lifted an eyebrow. The other narrowed his eyes at him. “Why are you here?”
Danny considered his options. “I’m looking for my sister.”
This was, apparently, the wrong answer.
“YOU!” Danny jumped at the scream.
“Me?” He squeaked.
“You and your damn sister—!”
“Hey, watch it!” Danny had to make a conscious effort to stop his eyes from glowing. “How do you know my sister?”
“She— She seduced my brother!” The stranger’s face was contorted by fury. “I don’t know what you guys want, but leave my baby brother alone!”
“Excuse me?” Danny crossed his arms. “My sister would never! She's the cutest and the nicest person I know!”
“Ah yeah? And how do you explain—”
“Your brother is the one that must have seduced her!” Danny narrowed his eyes at the stranger. “I know she’s from a small town and that the shiny bad boy routine is all the rage around here, but leave my sister alone!”
“Bad boy routine—” The man was taken aback. “Excuse you, your sister is the one that used some kind of mind control on my brother!”
“Mind control?” Danny scoffed. “No, no, no. He’s the one that targeted her! It's not her fault she has a weakness for motorcycle riding leather jacket wearing guys! All we had was yee-haw boys and football players!"
The door behind them opened.
“What the fuck is going on?” A new voice grumbled.
There, on the door, was a tank of a man. He was tall, taller than the stranger he had been arguing with, and with wide shoulders and muscular arms casually placed on the door and on the door frame, using his body to shield what was inside from their view.
He was the man that had taken his sister, Danny recognized him. Also, he was shirtless.
Danny squared up for a fight. “Where is my sister.” He demanded.
“Danny?”
It was her voice indeed, coming from inside the apartment. Danny wanted to die all over again.
“For fucks sake—” He tired to push the man so he could enter the apartment. “Jazz! Are you okay?”
He heard her laugh nervously.
Oh no.
“Let me iiiiin!” Danny pushed again at the man blocking the entrance, but he didn’t budge. The halfa didn’t want to resort to violence or ghost strength, but…
“The fuck are you?” The scoundrel glared at him.
“Danny, I’m fine!” There was a lot of noise, a sound of something hitting something, a quiet ‘ouch!’ and soon his sister was close to the door. “See? I’m totally fine!”
She was fine, alright.
She was also wearing a hoodie that clearly didn’t belong to her, it was way too large on her and the lower hem reached her knees. It was one of Gotham’s vigilantes merch — the Red Hood — all black with the red bat symbol on her chest.
It was also the only thing she was wearing.
Danny felt like spontaneously combusting right there and then.
“Jazz, are you fucking naked under that?”
He vaguely heard the other two men choke in a gasp, but his whole attention was on his sister.
She was blushing. “I am certainly not.” She looked away. Danny followed her eyes and saw her beautiful green dress reduced to a pile of fabric on the floor. “I just needed something more comfortable to sleep in, and Jay was kind enough to lend me something.”
“Jay,” the man he encountered in the elevator murmured under his breath, as if he couldn’t believe she just said that.
“It’s okay,” she turned to look at this ‘Jay’, “he’s my little brother.”
‘Jay’ seized up Danny, as if he were trying to determine if he was a threat. “Huh, he is just like how you described him.”
Danny let the disdain show in his face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He would fight this dude if he had to. He wasn’t afraid of fighting someone bigger or stronger than him — he wasn’t afraid of revealing his ghostly identity if it meant he could defend his sister’s honor.
“Okay. Let’s stop.” Jazz placed her hands on ‘Jay’s arm and he let her remove him from the door. Then, she put a hand on Danny’s shoulder and led him into the apartment, her eyes wide as she pointed first at them and then at Danny’s face.
Oh right. Glowy eyes, bad.
Danny breathed in, breathed out. No need to blow the whole thing out of proportion.
“What the hell were you thinking?” The man from the elevator was growling at his brother as he entered the apartment as well. “An Arkham doctor? Seriously?”
“Any problem with that?” Jazz heard that, of course, and she was very proud of her work at the Asylum, regardless of the fame.
The stranger turned towards her, crossing his arms when Jazz did the same.
“Well, excuse me for being cautious when the likes of you usually turn out to be real psychos.”
“The ‘likes of me’?” She narrowed her eyes, moving to take a step closer to the man.
Danny tensed. The stranger tensed. ‘Jay’ tensed, walking quickly between the girl and his brother, his eyes fixed on hers and only hers.
“Jazz, my brother is an idiot but a well-meaning idiot. We’ve had a lot of troubles with doctors from Arkham in the past, so don’t hold it against him for being cautious.”
It was quick and quite scary how Jazz was disarmed in the blink of an eye. Danny had never seen her deflate so quickly once she was in ‘I’m going to kick your ass’ mode. The halfa looked at this ‘Jay’ person, watching how his eyes were unmoving from Jazz’s, silently talking with her with a deep understanding that didn’t fit in a one-night stand or a simple fling — it was more like real love.
Oh shit, he felt his usually quiet heart start beating faster, what have you done, Jazzy?
“Okay,” she finally said, taking a deep breath. She walked around Jay and looked up at the stranger with a controlled smile. “My name is Jasmine Fenton, Mr. well-meaning idiot, and I’m sorry if my career of choice has brought up past fears and memories.” She extended her hand to the man.
He took it, a bit dazed. “Dick Grayson, nice to meet you.”
Jay and Danny started cackling at the same time. Danny really loved when his sister gave the worst backhanded compliments and pleasantries with her sweet voice and sharp smile. She could be ruthless and scary, and he loved that about her.
He glanced at the scoundrel, and by the way he looked so softly at his sister, he assumed that he loved that too.
Okay, the man came off as big and scary but Danny couldn’t have hallucinated how his eyes followed her smile as she patted Dick’s arm; or how they stayed on her as she walked back to where Jay was chuckling at the situation.
Danny couldn’t look away from the way she easily took his hand, the way the man responded with a little squeeze like it was an unconscious reaction, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
He glanced at Dick, who had seen the same thing, with the same dawning horror Danny was feeling passing behind his eyes.
“Why didn’t you text me?” Despite trying not to, the hurt was obvious in Danny’s voice.
Jazz flinched. “I was going to! I just… forgot.” She winced. “And then we came back here and I got, uh— distracted.”
Dick cringed at the same time Danny did.
“Not like that!” Jazz's face was getting more and more red as she tried to explain. “We were talking about Pride and Prejudice and I said the 2005 adaptation was the best and Jay said it has been a while since he saw it and—”
“And you had sex with the movie on?” Dick was making a face, but wasn’t shocked by the news.
“What the fuck, Richard?” His sister’s not-boyfriend-but-maybe-yes (and wasn’t that a thought) glared at his brother.
“What? I didn’t know you had such weird kinks, but I support you.”
Jazz facepalmed with her free hand, her face red up to the tip of her ears. “This is a disaster.”
“I can’t deal with this without a shirt on,” Jay grumbled, his cheeks also a bit red. He turned towards Jazz. “I’m getting you some clothes, if that’s okay?”
“Do you really have anything my size?”
“I have nosy siblings that like to leave their shit around my place.” He rolled his eyes. “Be right back. Don’t murder anyone while I’m gone.”
“I’ll try not to,” her smile was cheeky, like it was some kind of private joke.
They have private jokes and everything, now. Oh joy. Danny was ecstatic (sarcasm).
“Where’s your phone?” Danny quickly tried to redirect the conversation once the man disappeared down the hallway to another room. Jazz blinked as she turned to look at him. “Phone. Instrument to call people. Where is it?”
“Right here, in my… purse…” He saw the moment it dawned on her that her purse was not in the apartment, as she looked at where her dress was on the floor. She smiled, rubbing the back of her head. “I think I left it at Wayne's Mansion.”
“Manor.” Dick talked for the first time after watching them interact. “Not a mansion.”
Danny couldn’t care less about the name of the fancy house. “Big ass house with too many rooms, yeah. Semantics.”
Jazz giggled.
“I think Alfred knows where the purse might be, we usually store lost objects in the same room.”
“Alfred?”
“Our butler.” He answered Jazz.
Danny felt a shiver go down his spine. Once again he wondered why his dear sister decided to get involved with these people.
But again, looking around him, he found that the little apartment was well used and lived in. The scoundrel (he was being mean by still calling him that in his head, he knew, sue him) might have flown away from the flock and tried to live apart from the riches and the pompous lifestyle, which he could understand and respect.
Damn. He couldn’t stay angry at the dude anymore.
Stay strong, Danny. You need to instill the fear of death on the guy in the most epic shovel talk ever seen.
“We say ‘butler’ but really the man is more like a grandpa for all of us.” Jay added as he walked in, now dressed with jeans and a simple black shirt on, and a bundle of clothes in his hands. “I got a bit of everything, pick whatever you want.”
“Thank you!” Jazz said, turning briefly to fish her bra from the crumpled dress on the floor, and Danny wanted to delete the knowledge that she had taken her clothes off last night in a stranger’s apartment.
Look.
His sister was a grown woman and she was free to sleep with and/or canoodle with whoever she wanted — he would approve more or less, but unless he suspected her partner had ill intentions towards her, he trusted his sister’s choices.
That didn’t mean he wanted the details. He had enough with the photos of them kissing that people posted on the internet.
“We have a situation.” Dick whispered to his brother, thinking that Danny couldn’t hear.
“Really? You come here to bother me for that?”
“No. Not that kind of situation.” Danny was making a point of looking away. “A civilian situation.”
“And it concerns me because?”
There was a pause. Danny sneaked a look and saw Dick regarding his brother with the dread of the witness of a disaster about to happen.
“You guys were seen. At Denny’s. And someone took a photo. It kinda blew up twitter and the whole internet.”
“And now people are calling my sister a gold digger and a social climber. Among other horrible things.” Danny gave up the pretense of not listening in and walked up to the brothers.
To his credit, Jay looked genuinely shocked. Then sad, angry and worried. And lastly, absolutely furious.
“I’m going to kill someone.”
Danny nodded, liking him a bit more. “And I’ll help you.”
When the man redirected his eyes at him Danny didn’t miss the slight green shine on them. Okay, he could see why his sister took interest in him now. Also, he won’t ever let her live down the fact that she was dating someone ghost-related after renouncing her ghost hunter heritage so hard and so loudly.
“I think we haven’t been properly introduced. My name is Jason Todd,” he extended his hand. Danny took it. “The black sheep of the Wayne family.”
Dick groaned at his words. Danny smiled.
“Daniel Fenton. Call me Danny. If you call me Daniel I’ll make you regret it.” If his handshake was a bit harsher he didn’t show — not that Jason didn’t grip his hand harder in response.
“Oh good, you guys are getting along!” Jazz sounded ecstatic as she rejoined them, now dressed with some jeans and a band shirt that was a bit big on her, but just enough to be fashionable. “The boots fit, by the way!”
“Aren’t those the boots Steph had been looking for like crazy for weeks?” Dick was frowning as he took in her outfit. “And that’s Tim’s shirt?”
“Yeah, Timbo is small. Who would have guessed.” Jason’s smile was all teeth.
“I can still change? I don’t want to upset any siblings.”
“Nah. If they missed these so much then they wouldn’t have left them in my apartment.” Jason’s eyes went over her body, but Danny didn’t think it was creepy. “It looks better on you, though.”
Jazz blushed. “Thanks, I guess.” She pushed her hair behind her ear, smiling at him.
Dick and Danny exchanged a look. This was ridiculous. It was cute, but ridiculous.
“Let’s go get your stuff back and then go home,” Danny interrupted the couple, who turned to look at him at the same time. Huh. “I didn’t eat breakfast in my rush to make sure you weren’t dying in a ditch.” Jazz made a face at this.
“You can get something to eat at the Manor,” Dick rubbed his face, his frustration with the whole situation showing. “We need to talk with Dad, Jay. The scandal is getting a bit out of hand and we need to get our story straight.”
“Scandal?” Jazz’s eyes were wide. “What scandal?”
Instead of an explanation, Dick quickly pulled his phone, the damn tweet that started all of this opened already. Jazz took the phone and looked at the picture with recognition in her eyes; then, she scrolled down at the responses and the pictures more people were sharing, theories about the scandal, and their unsolicited opinion about the couple.
It broke his heart, but his sister needed to know the truth. He saw tears gather in her eyes before she closed them as she gave Dick his phone back.
“I knew there would be some kind of backlash, but this is ridiculous.” The three ignored the way her voice broke a little. “I hate this so much.”
She let Jason pull her into his arms, her eyes still closed as she controlled her breathing.
“We can fix this,” Dick hesitated for a moment before putting a hand on her shoulder. “Is not the first scandal the family has been involved in. Haven’t you met our father?”
She opened her eyes, but she wasn’t amused.
“I am not a model or a celebrity looking for easy money, Dick. I wasn’t even liked before all of this. I am not stupid, I know the kind of fame Arkham has already, and I know that people are just waiting for me to give up the Reform or snap and become the next Harley Quinn.”
Dick winced. He had accused her of the same thing less than an hour ago.
“I’m sorry.” He said, not knowing what else to say.
The arms around Jazz squeezed her harder for a moment. Jason leaned in to subtly kiss her hair and whisper in her ear, but Danny heard him perfectly.
“Arson is still on the table, darling.”
She smiled at this. It was small, but the shadows in her eyes were slowly fading away.
Danny decided he wanted this man around forever, especially if he could hold her so tightly that she wouldn’t fall into despair and spiral into a breakdown like Danny would expect her to do in a situation like this.
“Okay, let’s focus on what we can fix right now. We are going to the Manor and get your stuff, then regroup and make a plan. We’ll fix this, Jasmine, I promise.”
She hummed against Jason’s chest before patting his arm to signal that she was okay now. He let her go but kept one hand on her bicep in a light grip.
“Jazz is fine,” when she smiled at Dick she looked a bit better, more determined. Centered. “And sure, let’s go.”
***
It took a bit of arguing, but finally the four of them piled into Dick’s car and were on their way to the Manor.
Jason crossed his arms, really not at all bothered at being denied sitting with Jazz on the backseat, no sir, he was not mad.
Who was he kidding? He wanted to sit with her — not for nefarious reasons, mind you, but because after spending the last… who the fuck cares, but the time with her had been the best he had in forever. He remembered being twelve and soaring over the rooftops of Gotham feeling like a superhero while wearing the Robin costume — well, something like that. But different.
He just felt alive.
Funny how things can change in one night.
He tuned out the siblings arguing and Dick asking whatever questions to make friendly conversation, his mind miles away, reliving everything that happened since he made the smart decision to run away from the stupid gala with Jazz.
She was… How to describe it? Jazz was like a ray of sunshine and the taste of lightning at the same time. She was kind, but not naïve, and very sharp of tongue and mind. She had the craziest thoughts about things and the most heated opinions about menial stuff, completely ready to throw down when they argued about ice cream flavors. Yet her touch was soft on his hair, on his face, on his chest; like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to touch but unable to stop her hands.
She also found his sarcasm hilarious. She said a few times that he reminded her of her brother, and he could see now why — Danny was sassy as fuck and wasn’t afraid of saying what he thought out loud.
He actually liked him. It was obvious that he cared a lot about his sister and he had been completely ready to fight him when he thought that Jason had done something bad to her. Good, but unnecessary.
As if he could hurt her in any way.
He wasn’t stupid — he knew what it looked like from the outside. Son of the richest man in Gotham runs away with her and she doesn't answer her phone the whole night. He should have said something, he knew she lived with her brother in a tiny apartment (she complained a lot about how things broke down all the time) and he would expect her to be back in the morning; but he completely forgot the world existed outside their little happy bubble.
He didn’t even notice the Denny’s staff taking the photo. Bruce will have his head for being so careless. But the damage was already done, sadly.
He didn’t regret anything, he decided. It didn’t matter what happened next, how they fixed the scandal, he had decided to give them a chance.
Jason blushed as he watched the city go by from the window.
‘Them’... Jazz had been open to the idea of dating when they talked about it, she had said she liked his company a lot, she had kissed him and let him kiss her like she wanted a ‘them’ to exist.
But now he didn’t want to get his hopes up. After what happened, after the damage of just being with him had done to her and her reputation, he wouldn’t blame her if she regretted last night or didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.
Last night…
He smiled, thinking about how nervous he had been when they finally arrived at his apartment. It’s true that he was the one that said they should go there and watch the movie, and she was completely into it; but he wasn’t sure if she wanted to just watch the movie or maybe it was an excuse to make out some more and take their relationship further.
When he shut the door and the reality of the situation dawned on them, she was the first to laugh and say that she wasn't the kind of gal that jumped into bed on the first date.
He felt… relieved? Jason wasn’t the kind of guy that brought girls to his place, either; hell, he barely let his own family in there and that was only because they managed to bypass his security every damn time.
Jazz felt special. She wasn’t the kind of girl you ‘just’ do anything with, she made it her own, a little adventure at her side. When (if, a little voice in his head corrected him) they decided to get physical, it had to be special.
So they got comfy and watched the movie, and nothing more. If he got any personal pleasure from the way his own merch looked on her, well, that was just a picture he would treasure forever in his memory.
He didn’t mind it either when she got cuddly and let her hands run all over his chest, or when she was delighted after he took off the shirt to let her squish her cheek against his skin and kiss the scars she found there — surprisingly, not even the autopsy scar phased her, as she kissed it with the same care as she did with all the others.
Somewhere in the early hours, close to dawn, he fell asleep feeling loved and warm with the comforting presence of Jazz in his arms, the movie completely forgotten.
“Thinking something funny?”
Jason turned to glare at his brother, who glanced at him with a knowing smirk before looking back at the road.
The bickering coming from the siblings stopped.
“And you!” Danny said as if he was following a thought, making Jason look over his seat at the siblings. “What are your intentions with my sister?”
Jazz groaned, punching Danny on the arm. “Are you seriously doing this?”
“Is this a shovel talk?” Jason lifted his eyebrows, glancing at Jazz to see if she had some kind of insight on what to do. She smiled, looking as uncomfortable as he felt.
“Yes. Now, what are your intentions with my sister? Huh? Is this a one time thing or do you plan on leading her on with your bad boy charm?”
“Danny, stop!” She punched him again, but the other didn’t even budge.
“No fighting in my car, please.” Dick wasn’t even phased. His car had seen some sibling on sibling violence before, enough to warrant the rule. “Don’t make me tap the sign.”
Indeed, when he pulled the sun visor down, there was a paper with “No violence while the car is moving” written on it. It was Alfred’s handwriting.
“Jay, please ignore my little brother—”
Danny leaned in, getting closer to his face. “Answer me.”
Jason smiled. The kid had guts. “Or what.”
“Or I’ll kick your ass.”
“No fighting, at least not until we get to the Manor.” Dick was giving nervous glances at them.
“Hmm,” Jason hummed, moving a little to look around the threatening little brother and get Jazz’s attention. “Maybe I want a more long term thing. What about that option?”
Danny narrowed his eyes, but he only saw it from the corner of his eye. Jazz was blushing at his words, nodding in agreement. He nodded back.
“Then you’ll better treat her well, punk.” He spit the word like it was an insult. Dick coughed a laugh at the situation.
“Or what?” Jason repeated, poking the proverbial bear.
Danny wasn’t amused. “Or I’ll find you, and I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
And he saw it — the green glow coming through the blue. If Jazz hadn’t been honest about her brother's situation, he would have been shocked at the revelation. He would have felt betrayed and scared, suspecting the siblings and questioning if they had connections with the Al Ghuls of the Lazarus Pits somehow.
But she had been honest, because she believed in them, because she wanted to start something with him.
His smile was all teeth when he looked at the other. “Oh. Been there, done that.”
By the way Danny froze and let his body fall back to his seat, Jason knew his eyes had turned green as well. Jazz looked between the two, waiting to see what her brother would do.
He scoffed, but there wasn’t any heat behind it. His eyes went back to blue. “This isn’t over, loverboy. You haven’t proven your worth to me yet.”
“Danny.” Jazz growled in warning.
“What do you need? A duel?”
“Do you have a sword?” Danny smirked, really liking the idea.
Jason’s answering smile was equally amused. “Yeah. Lots. Name a place and time and I’ll be there.”
“Jason.” Dick growled, probably against him abusing their training and skills from their other life to mess with civilians.
“What? Apparently sword fighting is an appropriate bonding activity with my new brother-in-law.”
He chuckled when his words made everyone in the car cringe.
“Please don’t say that again.” Danny crossed his arms, frowning. “You are still on fucking thin ice.”
“So, no duel?”
“No, no, the duel is still on,” Danny nodded quickly. “Let’s exchange numbers so we can keep in touch.”
So they did, while Jazz watched in disbelief.
“Alright! We are here!”
Everyone was quiet as the big metal front entrance opened automatically to let the car pass. Jason was used to the grandiose and the absurd display of wealth, but by the tiny gasp from the backseat he remembered that his girlfriend (was it okay to call her that? He needed to ask Jazz, they didn’t exactly define what they were last night) wasn’t raised in a mansion by the richest man in the city.
“It’s so pretty!” She admired.
Dick beamed. “Thanks! B will love to hear that. It’s been his family’s home for generations.”
“But weren’t you here last night?” Jason asked, turning around to see her look out of the window as they approached the main entrance.
“I was too busy trying not to throw up or make a fool of myself to look at the decor.”
“That’s why you were hiding at the food table?”
“No, I was hiding because if one more dude looked at my boobs instead of my eyes I was going to resort to violence.”
Maybe it was her deadpanned voice or Danny’s instant cackling, but it made Jason start laughing as well.
“I would have loved to see that.”
“Then we wouldn’t have met.”
Her teal eyes sparkled as she held his gaze. His lips curved slightly. It was easier to smile around her. “And what a sad world that would be.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but Danny leaned in to get in the way of their locked eyes, his mouth in a tight smile, shaking his head. Jason lifted his eyebrows, responding to the challenge.
“You guys are just the cutest.” Dick interrupted whatever was about to go down. He had parked the car in his designated place and killed the engine. “Please stay forever.” His words were directed this time at Jazz, since he turned to look at her. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Jay smile so much in so little time.”
Jazz quickly opened her door and walked out of the car to hide her face. Dick jumped out to follow her, leaving Danny and Jason behind in the car.
The two looked at each other, finally alone and without their siblings in the way. Danny sighed loudly and unbuckled his seatbelt. Jason did the same and turned to fully face him, knowing that he was going to talk.
���Look,” Danny was serious, his shoulders relaxed but in a forced way, like he was doing the effort to stay calm. “I love my sister. She’s everything to me.” Jason nodded, despite not knowing where this was going. Danny looked at Jazz and Dick talking on their way to the front door. “This whole scandal thing will hurt her a lot — I know you didn’t mean to!” He quickly added when he saw Jason open his mouth. “I believe you, don’t worry. I thought you were a bad person but I was wrong and what I’m trying to say is,” he passed hand through his hair in a nervous gesture, “uh, I’m sorry. I think you are cool now.”
“Thanks?”
“Also Jazz really likes you so I guess I’ll have to get used to having you around.”
“I’ll stick around as long as she wants me to.”
Danny did a weird smile at his words, like he couldn’t believe how sappy it sounded but was glad he said the right thing.
“And just so you know, you aren’t her first dead boyfriend.” His smile turned mischievous. “I guess she really has a type, huh.”
“The motorcycle guy?”
“She told you about Johnny?”
“She just said you hated him and that you would chew her ear off for being with another guy with a bike.”
Danny made a face. “I don’t hate him for being a bad boy with a bike and a leather jacket — he tried to use my sister’s body as a vessel to bring his girlfriend back. Also he’s a total jerk and tried to kill me multiple times.”
“What is even your life?”
“Buddy,” Danny put a hand on Jason’s shoulder, his smile mocking him, “you have no idea what you got yourself into.”
Well, that’s ominous.
Without having anything else to say, Danny exited the car. Jason followed him, and soon the two caught up with their siblings waiting for them in front of the entrance.
As if they were expected, Alfred opened the door before Dick could ring the doorbell.
“Master Richard, Master Jason,” he nodded at the brothers. His eyes then went to Jazz and her Danny, analyzing them in the way that Alfred usually registered a new person in the Manor to take care of. He smiled softly. “Miss Fenton, Mister Fenton, we were expecting you.”
“Of course,” Jason rolled his eyes.
“Good morning, Alf! Is B awake yet?”
“Master Bruce is waiting for you at the breakfast table.” He nodded at Dick. “He already sent a message to the PR team and wishes to discuss plans regarding last night's scandal.”
Jazz wilted a little at the mention of the scandal. Jason quickly put a hand around her shoulders in silent support. He didn’t regret anything, he wanted her to know.
Alfred’s eyes zeroed on the gesture, the corner of his lips curving a little. He moved to the side to let the group in, stopping the couple as he closed the doors behind them.
“I believe this belongs to you, miss.” The butler presented Jazz a small green handbag.
“My purse!” She took it. “How did you know?”
“It’s my job to know what happens inside these walls.”
Jason leaned in and fake-whispered in her ear. “Don’t question it. Alfred just knows everything, it’s his superpower.”
“Indeed,” the older man hummed. “A very useful skill since this family’s children tend to start mischief when their father turns his back. Someone has to make sure the place doesn’t burn down, after all”
“It was an accident, Alfred.”
“Keep trying to lie to me, Master Jason.” He chuckled as he walked away.
It worked. Jazz was giggling and a bit more relaxed after the exchange, her face smiling up at him.
“Is arson your response to everything?”
“I didn’t burn anything, I swear. Not on purpose.”
She hummed and narrowed her eyes, still smiling, probably not believing him. He leaned in and kissed the smile, unable to stop himself now that they were virtually alone.
“About the—”
“It’s okay,” she stopped him, the hand that wasn’t grabbing her purse now placed gingerly on his cheek. “I’m tougher than I look.”
He didn’t doubt that. He wanted to ask if she was still open to the idea of dating, but shouting from the dining room reminded them of the situation at hand.
Once they got to the dining room where the family usually ate breakfast, it was filled with people. Jason had half a mind to turn around and run for it, but he still had his arm around Jazz’s shoulders and somehow she sensed he was going to run, so she sneaked her arm around his waist to prevent him from getting away.
Bruce was at the head of the table, sipping his coffee and looking like he didn’t sleep as much as he needed. Selina, at his right, was looking over Tim’s shoulder, who was sitting next to her, as he typed on the screen of his tablet, showing her something. Cass was sitting next to Tim, but she was content with only watching everyone else as she sipped her orange juice.
On Bruce’s other side, Damian was quietly eating pancakes and watching with distrust as Dick animatedly talked with Danny.
“Oh, there they are.”
Everyone got quiet at Selina’s words and turned to look at them.
“So it’s true?” Tim narrowed his eyes. “And isn’t that my shirt?”
“Finder keepers, Timmy.”
Jason started walking again, ignoring the stares, and guided Jazz towards where her brother was already sitting. Cass caught his eye after she looked at the siblings, her beaming smile making him calm down a little. If she approved then he must be doing something right.
“Hi,” Jazz waved her hand as she sat down, her smile completely forced and trying hard to not look nervous. “I’m Jazz.”
“Well hello, dear,” Selina looked as put together as always even in her black silk pajamas and slightly tousled hair. “Glad to finally meet you in person.”
Jason sat down next to Jazz, deliberately the furthest from Bruce, who was looking at him with raised eyebrows. He held his analyzing gaze, squaring his shoulders for a fight. He didn’t want to fight Bruce, not right now, not in front of his (probably, but most certainly) girlfriend. But he would, if the situation required it.
“Glad to be here, although I would have preferred meeting you in less… uh, awful conditions,” Jazz nodded at the older woman.
Bruce turned his attention to the siblings, specifically Jazz. “Dick already explained part of it. Some kind of misunderstanding?” He said.
The man in question lowered his head a little, feeling ashamed.
“I’m not mind controlling anybody, I’m not a villain and I do not have nefarious plans involving seducing anybody. Just to be clear.”
“Arkham would benefit a lot with the popularity, though.” Tim shrugged, his eyes cold as he regarded her. “The Reform would—”
“This has nothing to do with—!” Jazz closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She relaxed her shoulders. She was used to reigning in her emotions. When she opened her eyes they were so cold and uncaring that Jason thought he was seeing someone else. “My Reform plans did not involve anything from the Waynes beyond the public support, which it already has, and I am deeply grateful for.” She nodded at Bruce, who nodded back. “You’d know if you actually read my report.”
She crossed her arms, smirking in victory when she caught Tim in his bullshit. As CEO he was pursued as much as Bruce and she emailed him her powerpoints and written reports many times, receiving promises of them being read.
Bruce sipped his coffee, hiding a smile.
There was a loud sound, like a jingle of sorts, and Jazz jumped in her seat.
“Oops, sorry. I must have left my phone on last night.” She put her purse over the table and fished inside it for the device. It still had some charge, and she had a ton of notifications and missed calls.
“About those plans to deal with the scandal?” Jason tried to steer the conversation away from Jazz.
“Yes,” Bruce nodded, putting his cup on the table and interlacing his fingers. “We didn’t know what route was the most beneficial for all of us, so the PR team prepared a few scenarios; but now I can see we need to make a few adjustments.”
“Adjustments.” He raised an eyebrow.
Bruce looked away in shame. “I thought— well, um…”
“We weren’t sure how serious you were about the girl.” Selina took pity on her boyfriend and answered instead. “And since you brought her here…”
Jason glanced at Jazz, but she was too focused on her phone, scrolling through messages.
“You should have seen them, B.” Dick leaned back in his chair. “They are the cutest.”
“It’s painful to watch,” Danny spoke for the first time, nodding his agreement.
Jazz gasped. Everyone looked at her. Her face was completely white, drained, her eyes haunted. Then, she started trembling. Then the blood came rushing back and painted her skin red.
She looked at Jason.
“I’ve been fired.”
“What.”
“Marcel— he said— I mean he called but I wasn’t— ugh, read here.” She gave him her phone, he read the text on the screen, his eyebrows going to his hairline.
“This is illegal.”
Jazz made a sound like a strangled animal and let her head fall to the table, bonking it against the wood. A few seconds later, she stood up with a fake smile.
“Excuse me, I think I have a thing to take care of.”
Quickly, too quick to really let anyone follow her, she exited the dining room and made her way back to the front door. Soon, they heard them slam shut, followed by a very loud:
“MOTHERFUCKER!”
“Uh oh,” Danny stood up as well. “She’s going berserk.”
“What?”
Danny turned to look at Dick, eyes nervously going in the direction his sister had gone. “Jazz is the sweetest sister in the world, but she’s the type of person that bottles up her rage until she goes nuclear. I call it ‘berserk mode’, heh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Be right back.” And he bolted out of the room.
Everyone at the table looked at each other for a moment before they nodded and followed the siblings.
By the time Jason was out of the mansion, Jazz was well on her way to the front gates, Danny running behind her and trying to make her stop.
“Jazz, what the hell are you going to do!”
“He has fucked with me for the last time, Danny!”
“And? You are going to walk to his house?”
“If I have to!”
Danny turned to look at Jason once he caught up with him.
“Do something!”
“Like what!”
“I don‘t know, figure it out, you are her boyfriend!”
“Oh, so NOW you acknowledge it!” Jason scoffed. “And you are her brother!”
“Do you really think she’ll listen to ME?”
“Try!”
Danny groaned and ran faster, one hand prepared to grab his sister’s arm to make her stop.
What happened next almost made Jason stop in his tracks — he knew she must have had some training, and sometimes she made a comment about it without really getting into detail; but seeing it in person was a different thing.
Without stopping her stride, she grabbed the hand Danny was going to grab her with, flipped him over her shoulder and slammed him to the ground, the gravel probably digging on the poor man’s skin as he gasped for breath.
“Ow.” He said in a small voice, eyes on the sky. He recovered quickly, since he was up and running again by the time the others caught up with him.
Okay, Jason tried to rethink his strategy. He really didn’t want to be judo slammed in front of the family, but he really didn’t want her to kill anybody, at least not after shouting vague threats in front of Bruce and his paranoia about Arkham doctors.
He got this.
“Jazz, stop.” He said as he got next to her with a few long steps. She didn’t stop, but looked at him. “You can’t kill the guy.”
“Why not.”
“You might get in deeper trouble.” He tried. She lifted an eyebrow, but stopped to hear what he wanted to say. “You’ll need to make sure it doesn’t trace back to you, too. It’s harder than you think.”
Her smile should be nice, but with murder in her eyes it looked rather predatory. “I have my ways.” She patted his cheek, the touch making him shiver and not in a bad way.
“Also, think what will happen next,” he tried again, ignoring his heart beating faster. “You have just been fired, by him. If you kill him the first suspect will be you.”
This got to her — finally! She ignored the group walking up to them (why were they even here if no one was trying to help? Geez), and put a hand on her chin as she thought over his words.
“You are absolutely right.” She said, grabbing his head between her hands, making him lean down a little. He sighed in relief. “You beautiful genius, I just need to ruin his life!”
She kissed him right on the mouth. It was brief, but intense, barely giving him time to put a hand on her waist before she was gone and back on her bloodthirsty way. He stood there with probably a dumb look on his face.
“Unbelievable.” Danny was shaking his head at him as he walked past.
“Oh, she’s delightful.” Selina had a hand on her cheek, clearly enjoying what was going on. “Can we keep her, Bruce?”
The man wasn’t amused. At all. He was looking at the back of the rampaging Jazz with that suspicion he usually saved for Jason.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He told the man.
If he went full Batman on her he knew there was going to be disaster. She had secrets, he was aware, and he hoped she told him when she was ready. She had the same courtesy with his secrets about his vigilante life, he knew he had told her things that would make someone suspicious of him, but she accepted his deflection and his lies with a gentle smile.
He couldn’t lose her. Not like this.
“She might be dangerous but she is good, B. Trust me.”
Bruce looked like he wanted to say something else, but Jazz had backtracked a bit and walked up to Jason. She grabbed his hand and started dragging him to the front gates, now a short walk away.
“I need you.” Was everything she said, probably regarding some revenge plans she was making in her head, but his heart jumped at her words anyway.
“Uh…” He looked at the others for help, but they were either enjoying the spectacle or talking between them. Fantastic. Just perfect. “What’s the plan?” He asked her.
“I’m just going to speed up my Reform plans a little.”
“What?” He tugged their joined hands, but she didn’t slow down. “What does it have to do with ruining that guy’s life?”
“Not that Reform Project. I meant the real one.”
This made conversation stop. Jason could feel Bruce’s glare on the back of his head.
“The real one?” He asked, nervously looking at Danny, whose shocked expression told him that the guy didn’t know about this.
“Did you really think that Arkham is the kind of place that can be reformed with good intentions and asking pretty please?” She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “No. I had plans. Months and months of meticulous planning… for nothing!”
Her voice cracked at the end. This was important to her. She really cared about fixing that horrible place and now that she was fired—
“I had the documents, the proof I needed. I managed to get records they tried to get rid of.”
“That’s why you asked me…?” Danny left the question unfinished, apparently catching on what she was saying.
She nodded. “I got the victims to talk to me, too. I promised them! I was so close!”
“Victims?” Dick asked.
Jazz jumped, as if she had forgotten they had an audience. She stopped a few steps away from the giganting metal gates and turned to look at the other to the eye.
“Arkham Asylum has a rich history, but what people don't know is how far and how wide the abuse runs in that place.” She tilted her head, taking a breath to calm down a little. Her hand was trembling in Jason’s. “Physical abuse, sexual abuse, sexual assault, violence. Murder.” Her face was a mask of disgust. “Nobody talks about it, nobody cares about what happens to us in that place, as long as the rogues are contained and away from the rest of the nice citizens of Gotham.”
“Us?” Danny murmured, eyes wide.
“That’s not—” Dick tried to step closer.
“Also nobody will talk.” She interrupted him. “Why would we? We are just ‘the crazies from Arkham’. Patients are just insane and the doctors are even worse for believing we can make a difference. Who would trust an Arkham staff member?”
Bruce flinched at her words. By the smirk on her lips, Jazz knew the man didn’t trust her because of her workplace choice.
“I had a plan,” she continued as everyone processed her words. “I had records. Death certificates. Audio and video proof. Everything I needed to make sure that the people involved in the systemic abuse would be unable to hurt anybody else.”
“Why not give it to the police?” Bruce stepped closer to the pair. Jazz looked at him with a raised brow.
“How do you think they get away with it, Mr. Wayne?” Her smile was sad — it wasn’t a secret that the Gotham Police Department was dirty. “I never said that the people involved were only Arkham staff.”
“Jazz, is this why you have the murderboard?” Danny looked conflicted, horrified and kinda proud of his sister. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“The murderboard is for a side project, don’t worry about it.” Her smile was worrying. “And if I told you, you would have rushed in guns blazing; and to really fix Arkham I needed a more subtle approach.”
She combed back her hair with the hand that wasn’t gripping Jason’s like a lifeline. She was starting to come down from the adrenaline rush, if the trembling of her hands was something to go by.
“Although, thinking about it right now, maybe murder is the better approach.” Her chuckles were shaky. “I just — death is too easy, too little a punishment for what they have done and keep doing, unchecked. I wanted to watch them run around like headless chickens as everything crumbles down around them. That’s phase four.”
“There’s phases?” Jason talked for the first time since she started her rant. He didn’t know if he should feel horrified by the truth or impressed by her careful planning and ruthlessness.
“Phase five was taking control of Arkham and personally firing Marcel,” she smiled up at him. “I wanted to look him in the eyes as he learned it had been me all along.”
Ah. His heart started beating faster as he was unable to look away from her eyes. He knew she could see his cheeks turn a bit red since she was so close, she could feel his heart thumping against his chest.
He had never considered love as a possibility, a real possibility, in his future. Love, marriage, family — those kinds of things were for people that didn’t dedicate their lives to fighting crime, to lies, to violence. He had seen relationships form and collapse in the hero community, nevermind a relationship with a civilian.
But — as she ranted and went off about her plans he couldn’t help but feel he could have a real future with her. That she could understand him in a way that he needed to be understood. That she would listen.
“In any case I could still just ruin his life anyway,” she patted his cheek and looked away, finally letting him breathe. He blinked, as if woken from a spell. “Marcel had threatened to fire me if I ever went public with the dirt I have on him, and guess who doesn’t work at Arkham anymore?”
“You would put a target on your back,” Bruce tried to reason since Jason was still coming back from his own revelation. He didn’t miss the worried look the man gave him. “You could share it with Batman?”
This got her attention.
“Batman?”
“Is not the first time he had to take down an operation as big as this.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t need Batman. I need Bruce Wayne.”
Jason tensed, as did his brothers. Selina was smiling like she was having the time of her life and Cass was watching Jason with a knowing glint in her eye.
“Why is that?” props to the man for keeping his cool. Jazz had all her attention focused on him and how he reacted to her words.
What the fuck was going on?
“Because having Bruce Wayne’s support would make them all sell each other out once I start publishing my findings, of course. Nobody wants to be associated with criminals, not if they want to get in the Waynes’ good graces.”
“Ah. Makes sense.” He relaxed a little, his controlled voice almost completely devoid of the relief he must be feeling.
She narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to Bruce. All her murderous intent gone at the man’s words, now swapped for a deep suspicion. Jason could see the wheels turn behind her eyes.
“Hey, Danny?”
“Yes?”
“What was the thing you said about Batman?”
Bruce and Dick tensed. Selina snickered, probably knowing where this was going.
“That the man doesn’t know when to give up?” Danny’s voice was exasperated, as if it was something he said often.
“No, the other thing.”
“That he looks like a furry?”
Someone snorted.
“The other other thing.”
Her brother’s face illuminated with recognition. “The chin scar thing?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, I see.”
“What are you talking about?” Dick tried to laugh, but Jazz turned her inquisitive eyes on him.
“Interesting deflection, but it won’t work on me.” She turned towards Bruce. “You are Batman.”
There was no question, no need for confirmation — she just knew.
Also, it’s true that Bruce had a distinct scar in his chin from a nasty fight, but it had healed so well that it was virtually invisible unless you knew where to look or had the chance to see him up close.
They said that Batman had the scar, and the only people that could have gotten so close are the family and —
And that meta that Bruce was losing his mind about, because he slipped away every time and was seemingly impossible to catch.
He appeared around a year ago and at first he just floated and flew around the city. Then he started fighting crime and generally making a nuisance of himself. Most recently the meta, or Phantom, as he introduced himself, liked to mess around with the vigilantes and mock them because they couldn’t catch him.
“That the man doesn’t know when to give up?” Danny sounded like he spoke from experience.
“My brother came to live with me in Gotham a year ago. He said he didn’t want me to be lonely in such a big city.” Jazz had commented when he asked her about her brother. “He thinks he can protect me from everything.”
Jason looked at Danny, who winced and took a step back, tensing under all the sudden stares from the vigilantes.
“Jazz?”
“Oops.”
“Yeah, oops.” He glared at her sister. “Did you really need to do that?”
“I…” Jason looked at her, at how she was looking at his family like she was seeing them for the first time. She turned to look at him, her beautiful teal eyes muddled with the realization dawning on them.
He didn’t know who let go first, but suddenly his hand itched with the absence of her warmth.
“Jazz, we need to go.” Danny tried to approach her, but when he took a step all the attention was on him. Jason saw Damian get ready to pounce.
“I can’t—” She was still looking at Jason, tears gathering in her eyes. Why was she crying?
“Jazz c’mon!”
“Tim, prepare the containment cell.” That was Batman’s voice.
“Jay?” Her breaths came short. She was panicking. She didn’t want to leave.
If she left now, he had the feeling he wouldn't see her again. He couldn't let her go.
“Everyone, stop.”
Jason stepped between the siblings and his family, straightening his back and crossing his arms to take a stance that made him a human wall. He usually did that to intimidate and instill fear in his targets, but he was using it now to protect someone important.
“Jason, move.”
“No.”
“He is an unknown meta—”
“I said, no.” He narrowed his eyes.
“Your judgment is being clouded. Step aside.” Jason enjoyed that Bruce couldn’t look down on him anymore when he tried to order him around.
“They haven’t hurt anybody.”
Jason knew he was right, and Bruce didn’t have anything to refute him. One year, and the unknown had only done good deeds around the city, even helping around the bats when the situation looked dire.
“Jay’s right, B.” Dick joined him in the wall between the others and the siblings. Cass was right behind him.
“They are not bad people.” She said, crossing her arms, somehow managing to look down on Bruce despite being much shorter than the man.
Selina walked up to the group and smiled softly at her boyfriend. “I think we should just sit down and clear any misunderstanding.”
Outnumbered, Bruce breathed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, catching Damian just as he tried to sneak past him to jump at the meta.
“Alright.” He glared at Selina, who looked triumphant. “It’s too early for this drama.”
“I told you she’d make things interesting.”
Jason tuned out the conversation and turned around, finding Danny trying to console his sister. Jazz was crouching, still hyperventilating, hiding her face behind her hair, but he could hear her sniffling.
Danny looked up at him. “Thank you.”
He nodded in acknowledgement. “How is she?”
“I’m fine,” Jazz said before her brother could respond. “I just need a minute.”
“Can I touch you?”
She nodded, sniffling a little.
Jason picked her up and easily settled her in his arms in a princess carry. She would have made a comment on it, like she did when he carried her piggyback last night, but she was quiet as she hid her face on his shoulder.
“We are going to get some water and fresh air. Be right back.”
He ignored the protests, Selina’s ‘aww’ and Danny’s ‘for fucks sake’ and speed walked all the way back to the house.
Instead of going through the front door, he went around the building until he was at the kitchen door, the one that Alfred always left unlocked so the children (i.e., everyone) could come and go seemingly unnoticed. The butler would know, of course, but the point was not crossing paths with the inhabitants of the house.
Once in the kitchen, Jason gingerly placed his cargo in one of the kitchen stools and went to grab a glass of water for her.
She had been quiet the whole time, and she stayed quiet as she drank her water.
“I messed up.” She finally said after she gulped down the water, her voice hoarse.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did.” She sighed, putting in the now empty glass on the counter. Then, she combed her hair away from her face with her fingers. “It wasn’t my secret to reveal.”
“Eh,” he shrugged. “I was going to tell you anyway. Eventually.”
“I also meant my brother.” She slumped her shoulders, eyes watery. “I’ve kept that secret for so long…”
“Hey,” he hugged her once the tears started flowing. “It will be okay.”
“I don’t feel okay.” Her voice was muffled against his chest. “I’m sorry.”
He didn’t know what else to say, but let her listen to his heart and the kitchen clock ticking the seconds away as she cried. Without nothing else to do with his hands, he caressed her hair from her head down her back in a constant pattern.
After a minute or so, she spoke again.
“Can we go outside?”
Instead of an answer he picked her up again and walked back out to the gardens surrounding the Manor.
She probably just wanted to breathe a little of fresh air, or as fresh as it could be in Gotham, but his feet carried him to a specific part of the gardens.
Once he found the tree he was looking for, he sat down against the trunk under the shade and placed her between his legs, her back to his chest, so she could sit the way she wanted or if she preferred to move around. She did turn a little to rest her ear on his chest.
“I like the sound of your heart.” She explained, despite him never asking.
He hummed, watching her hands on her lap fidgeting with her purse. She had apparently grabbed it and looped the strap over her shoulder before storming off the breakfast table.
“It’s strong and steady,” she continued talking, “like you.”
“I am anything but ‘steady’,” he huffed. “Now you know why I mentioned weird sleeping patterns and being unable to have a normal relationship.”
“Is this why you weren’t sure about the dating thing? Because of the vigilante stuff?”
He nodded, humming when he realized she wouldn’t see it. “I’m not reliable. Sometimes I have to go undercover for days, sometimes I have a mission that requires a lot of attention, sometimes I have barely time to sleep and eat something before I have to suit up and do it all over again.”
“And a relationship needs nurturing. I understand.”
Could she hear his heart breaking? This felt like A Conversation. Like the ones you have when something is about to end.
“I do want to try, though.”
His hands, which he had strategically placed at his sides to not crowd her, twitched with the need to touch her warmth.
“You do?”
She nodded. “I can understand where you come from. I used to live like that, back when— uh… Remember when I said I was involved in ‘family business’ back in my hometown?” She chuckled, looking up at him.
“You were a crime fighter.” What were the odds? At this point he wouldn’t be surprised if she had been an assassin all this time and they danced around each other like idiots.
“Nope. Not human crime, at least.”
“‘Human’ crime?”
“Ghosts. We fight ghosts. Or I used to.” She bit her lips. “Family business. Ghost hunting.”
“You traded being a ghost hunter for being an Arkham doctor?”
“I wanted a change! Don’t judge me.” She pouted, hiding her face on his chest again.
He kissed her hair, enjoying when she placed her hand close to her face to feel the vibrations of his chuckles.
“Do you— I mean… We still have to fix the scandal thing, and I don’t know what I’ll do about Arkham, but maybe, um,” she rubbed her cheek against him, sighing. “Do you want to try?”
He breathed in sharply.
“I mean, we could still be friends if it doesn’t work?” She continued. “We could even kiss if you want to, or meet up to watch movies or something and cuddle and stuff.”
“That sounds kinda like dating, though.”
She shook her head. “Dating requires compromise, lots of attention, and a shift in priorities. I would never try to get in the way of your, well, your other life.”
He couldn’t resist it anymore — he put his arms around her and slightly squeezed her against his body. She giggled.
He didn't know what to say. He understood where she came from, and agreed that things could get tricky; but he really didn't want to lose this. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life wondering what could have been, wondering if he had tried harder then it would have worked.
Anything he thought he could say sounded stupid in his mind. She deserved truthful words and not flimsy promises.
Suddenly, it came clear to him what he needed to say.
“If your feelings are not those of last night at Denny’s, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.” She snorted, getting the reference immediately. Still, Jazz kept quiet and only looked up at him to gaze into his eyes as he recited Mr. Darcy’s sappiest dialogue from memory.
If, however, your feelings haven’t changed, I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul,” he licked his lips, knowing it was just the dialogue of that scene, but his voice still trembled a little when he continued, “and I love you.” She placed a hand on his cheek, her smile growing wider. “I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”
In the silence that followed, he felt his heart trying to beat out of his chest, the noise deafening behind his ears. She didn’t say anything as she looked into his eyes, searching for something.
“That was super cheesy.”
He left out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, laughing weakly. “Now it’s the part where you say my hands are cold or something and we get married.”
“Do you want to get married?” She lifted an eyebrow.
“I was joking. I don’t want to get married.”
“So you are saying you wouldn’t marry me.”
He groaned and let his head bonk against the tree trunk, any nervousness completely forgotten.
“Just kidding.” She laughed. “We don’t need to ever think about it. For now.”
“So you do want to marry me, then?”
If he wanted to get a raise from her, he failed at it. She just smirked and let her hand tangle in his curls. She said last night that she loved them. “Who knows. I’m interested in dating you first, though. As a trial run.”
He hummed, basking in the sensation of her nails softly scratching his scalp. He didn’t realize he had closed his eyes.
“Oh, this is the tree we climbed down yesterday.”
“Now you notice?” He opened one eye, but she was looking up at the balcony they jumped from to run away from the gala. It looked less magical under the sunlight.
“Well, I was kinda panicking to really notice it.”
“Feel better now?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, resuming the head scratches. He closed his eyes again, enjoying the attention. She shuffled a bit, maybe to get a better angle, and suddenly she stopped. “Oh right. Guess what I have in my purse?”
“Your phone?” He opened his eyes to find her fully facing him, kneeling between his folded legs, her attention on the purse as she looked for something in it.
“Nope, this!” She withdrew a small item, presenting it to him like it was a great finding.
He picked it up, trying to guess what it was. After deciphering the tiny lettering around the tube-like object, he smirked.
“Is this…?” He opened the tube, confirming that it was the lipstick she was wearing at the gala.
“I noticed you liked it.”
“Looked good on you.”
“I meant the taste.” Her cheeks were a bit red.
He nodded, twisting the tube to get a bit of the lipstick out. “Kissing you is always a delight, but the cherry flavor made it interesting.”
“So it wasn’t an excuse to kiss me back at the balcony?”
“I thought I said you looked pretty under the moonlight or some sappy shit like that.”
She rolled her eyes. “So romantic.”
“I’m just saying,” he started applying the lipstick on his lips, eyes fixed on hers, taunting her, “that I don’t need excuses to kiss you. Do you need them?”
It was creamy and warm from being under the sun, and the cherry flavor was just like he remembered it. He didn’t dwell on the sensation, focused on how she smiled wider at his obvious bait.
“Pink is definitely your color.” She said, cupping his head in her hands to look at his lips from different angles.
“Do you really think so?”
She tilted her head, leaning in a little just so their lips were barely touching. “Or maybe red, Mr. Hood.”
She was so close he almost had to cross his eyes to keep eye contact.
“So you figured it out?”
Their lips touched, finally, but she leaned back when he tried to kiss more properly. Damn tease. She combed back his hair, letting her nails softly scratch his scalp, earning a shiver from him.
“You were the one I managed to get less information on. After discarding the other options you were the one that matched Hood the most.”
“You were investigating us?”
She licked her lips, probably tasting the cherry.
“Side project.”
“You have a fucking murderboard dedicated to us?” He chuckled. At this point it was just funny. He was never bored with Jazz, she threw shit like this to him from absolutely nowhere — and he loved it so much.
“It was an interesting puzzle to solve!” He hands stopped their ministrations as she withdrew one hand to gesticulate as she tried to explain herself. “I wasn’t going to do anything about it, either way. I swe—!”
Her words were silenced by his lips. He couldn’t stop the giddiness at the situation. It was so absurd, everything was not how it was ‘supposed’ to go, but it was perfect in a strange way. They weren’t just two strangers at a gala, or two normal people kissing under a tree; hell, they weren’t even fully human by some standards. But kissing her was perfect, having his arms around her was perfect, her hands on the base of his neck was perfect.
When they parted, her cheeks were red and her lips stained pink from the lipstick. He carefully lifted a hand to push back a lock of hair that was in the way of her eyes. The teal shimmered green for a moment when his hand touched her cheek.
“You were right,” she said, a bit breathless. “The cherry makes it interesting.”
He hummed his agreement, letting her get comfortable and use his shoulders for leverage. Strange — he didn’t usually like being touched, and he thought it would be a problem since she was very touchy feely, but he didn’t mind it that much when she did it. Maybe it was because she usually made sure he was fine with her touch.
“Everything okay?”
He focused back on her. She was now on her knees, making him look up at her a little. With the way the stray rays of sunshine that sneaked past the tree leaves played with her hair, she was truly glowing in his eyes.
I love you, he had on the tip of his tongue, but chose to just nod and lean in a little to let her know he wanted to kiss again.
She obliged, grabbing him by the shoulders and softly pushing him back until he was completely against the tree. The parallels of the situation weren’t lost on him — last night their positions were reversed and he had been the one pushing her to the tree to kiss that lipstick off her lips.
She didn’t disappoint, though. Her kiss was first as tender and as light as always, but soon she took a breath and licked his lips to ask if she could take it further. He let her, he wouldn’t tell her no, lifting his hands to place them on her waist to seek more physical contact.
It was just like that other kiss shared under this same tree. She was dominating, but let him push her away if he so desired. This time there was a small difference, though; this time he wasn’t afraid of joining her and let his tongue follow hers, the cherry flavor encompassing their dance back to her mouth.
She did the small moan that signaled that he was doing something right, encouraging him to take the lead and press her body closer to his. His hands squeezed her waist a little, but Jazz wasn’t complaining; instead, she let out another soft moan that he swallowed in their kiss. Interesting.
He was warned about the risks of her teeth, though. Last night it had been a bit of a surprise to find out that her canines were a bit sharper than normal. Thankfully the cut on his tongue healed fast enough, and the one she accidentally did on his lip barely hurt at all, because she had been very self conscious about her fangs.
It was a liminal thing, she explained. Jason just found them hot, and told her exactly that. Her face became so red he thought she was going to faint.
They parted to take a breath, but kept their hands on each other. Her hands went to his hair to resume their appointed scratching task, making him shiver again.
With a sigh, Jason let his arms circle around her waist to pull her closer, the height difference allowing his head to fall on her chest and enjoy her heartbeat. It was a bit fast after the kiss, but strong. Alive. He understood why she liked to listen to his heart.
“We should head back.” Her voice was low, as if she didn’t want to break their little moment.
“Can’t we run away again?”
She chuckled, the feeling of her laugh against his cheek was as pleasant as the nails on his scalp.
“We already used that card once, I don’t think we can do it again.” Jazz patted his shoulder. “Also, I already messed up things with your dad and I don’t want him to hate me more.”
“I don’t care what he thinks about you.” His arms twitched a little around her waist.
“But I do,” she said, adding quickly before he could protest. “If I want to marry you I need to at least get along with your family.”
“I thought we weren’t even considering that for the moment?”
The scratches stopped. He moaned at the loss.
“I am not. But I meant it when I said I don’t want to get in the way.”
Jason felt a pinch in his chest at her words. She had insisted on that point a lot, and she was also the kind of person that planned ahead of time with the type of passion he was familiar with.
“Jason?” She asked, probably because he was getting tense.
He let her go, pushing her until they had enough distance between them to look her in the eye. Jazz was confused but cautious, her hands still on his person but with a lighter touch, waiting for him to confirm if he wanted her touch or not.
“Jazz, listen to me, and listen carefully,” she was listening, but he could see she was getting a bit scared at his words. “If you ever want to leave me, if you ever stop loving me, or I don’t make it worth your while or whatever, I’ll be fine. I mean, not fine-fine, but I would get it.”
She looked like she wanted to protest, but bit her lips closed and nodded at him to continue.
“But never break up with me because you feel like ‘you are in the way’. My family has had enough of that bullshit and I hate it so much.”
There was understanding in her eyes. “Self-sacrificing idiots with lack of communication skills? Feels familiar.” She complained about her brother pulling stunts like those.
It made him smile, but he needed to make her understand… She needed to know that it would crush him if she just up and left one day, even if it was ‘for his own good’.
“Promise me.”
Her eyes glowed green for a moment. “I promise. If something comes up we’ll have a conversation about it.”
He relaxed a little. Let’s see how that held up with time, he thought. She seemed to really understand where he was coming from, though.
“One last kiss for the road?” She asked.
The tension was completely gone when their lips touched again. They got this, whatever challenge dating brought their way.
Once they brushed the grass and dirt from their pants and were ready to face the music, he took her hand and guided her back to the dining room, this time from the kitchen door.
“Finally!” Danny was the first one to spot them. He didn’t look happy. At all.
“I see the dissection hasn't started so I’m still on time.”
“Har har.”
“We are not going to—”
“It’s a family joke,” Danny interrupted Tim, who blinked very slowly. That opened more follow up questions. “Don’t worry about it.”
Jason felt Dick elbow him, so he turned to see what he wanted. He found his brother biting back a knowing smirk as he pointed to the area below his lips, tapping the skin there. What the…
Oh.
Oh shit.
He rushed to wipe the remaining pink lipstick with his hand, but the damage was already done. Enough people had seen it and he wasn’t going to live this down.
Whatever.
“So,” Jazz sat down on the chair Danny had occupied before, since Damian apparently decided not to join them after the drama, and everyone at this side of the table was moved one seat over. “Have you explained everything?”
“Not everything,” Danny looked between Jason and his sister. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to explain to the loverboy here or just smooch—” He was interrupted, jumping when his foot was stepped on under the table. “Was that necessary?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t amused, her frown doing little to hide her red ears. “What have you said and what do I need to add?”
“‘I’m not a meta, I’m just a dead guy’?” Danny shrugged.
“That’s… vague.”
Jason looked at the others watching the siblings interact. There was a certain tension in the room, Jason knew Bruce wasn’t the only one about to shake them upside down for answers.
Tim cleared his throat and tapped the screen of his tablet. “You are Daniel James Fenton and Diana Jasmine Joan Fenton—”
“Diana Jasmine?”
“Don’t ask.”
Tim glared at the couple. “— children of Madeline and Jackson Fenton. Born and raised in a tiny town in the middle of Illinois called Amity Park. Parents dedicated their life to the investigation and science behind ghosts and how to contact and deal with them.”
“‘Deal’” Danny snorted.
“Ten years ago, they published a paper about their successful portal to another realm they concluded was where the ghosts came from.” He continued. “Shunned and ridiculed by the scientific community, they stopped their investigation and dipped into the weapon industry. Nowadays they sell weapon patents and original inventions, strangely enough, dedicated to storing food.” Tim ended his summary and looked at the siblings with a raised eyebrow.
Jazz sighed while Danny snickered.
“That’s the official version.” She finally said, somehow making Danny laugh harder. “After the portal they didn’t stop investigating ghosts, they just took a more, uh— direct approach.”
“It’s just a family joke, don’t worry about it.”
“They tortured ghosts?” Jason didn’t know what horrified him more, the idea or that the siblings seemed fine with it.
“At first, they tried. But local hero Danny Phantom thwarted every attempt!” She pumped her fist, like it was some kind of old timey superhero show jingle, but devoid of any of the energy it usually had.
All eyes went to Danny. “You are a superhero.” Tim said, but didn’t need confirmation.
He smiled cheekily. “I retired.”
“Also now our parents don’t dissect ghosts. Things changed a lot and we learned to adapt.” Jazz shrugged.
“You all became ghost hunters,” Jason said, now the pieces slowly making a picture.
Both siblings nodded and said: “Family business.”
“But why? Did the portal work? Why haven’t we heard anything about this?” Bruce leaned in, stealing Tim’s tablet to look at the pictures and the research he had compiled in so little time. “The League could have helped.”
Danny was shaking his head, all mirth gone from his face. “You couldn’t. Too dangerous. Ghosts can possess the living and I don’t really want to fight a possessed Superman.”
Bruce winced, knowing he was right.
“Then how did you deal with ghosts?” He asked.
The young man frowned at his hands placed on the table. “I… It was my responsibility, you know? I made the portal work and now they could come and go freely and—”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Jazz took one of her brother’s hands.
“I know that now, but back then I was just fourteen and I touched something I shouldn’t and I couldn’t tell anyone that I was dead—'' Danny took a deep breath to collect his thoughts. “I could deal with the ghosts better than anyone else not only because I was a ghost as well, but because I wouldn’t tear them apart to investigate what they were made of like my parents would.”
A few seconds ticked.
“Hold up, I think we need to unpack a few things there.” Dick tried to sound lighthearted, but there wasn’t anything positive in what Danny had said.
“Buddy, you have no idea what you got yourself into.”
Yeah, he was starting to see what he meant by that.
“I don't think it's a good idea to discuss things with an empty stomach.” Alfred, the godsend, arrived with a tray filled with breakfast goodies. Right, he hasn’t eaten anything since the mountain of pancakes at Denny’s.
“Thank you,” Jazz rushed to help him distribute the dishes filled with french toast around the table to those that hadn’t eaten yet — Jason, Danny and herself.
Danny jumped to eat. “Finally, some good fucking food.” He said with his mouth stuffed with delicious food. He jumped from another foot stomping. “Ow! Was that necessary!?”
“I thought I taught you some manners, young man.”
Danny made a mocking face at his sister, but still turned to the butler and nodded. “Thank you for the food, Mr. Pennyworth.”
The man fought to keep his smile under control. “Alfred is fine.” He nodded at everyone gathered, and walked out of the room to eavesdrop, probably.
Jason turned back to his french toasts and watched the Fentons devour the food like it was the last thing they did — Danny had forgotten all manners, but Jazz clinged to some as she inhaled the food at the same pace.
“It’s good, right?” Dick tried to make conversation.
“So good. I’m sorry Jazz but I don’t think I can go back to eating your cooking.” He said between bites. “Stop trying to kick me!”
“Stop saying stupid things, then.” She growled.
“Jay’s cooking is delicious, too,” Selina interrupted the starting argument, watching them with a soft smile, her face resting on her hands. “Alfred taught him personally.”
Danny opened his eyes wide, looking at the man. “Can I move in with you? It’ll be fun, I promise. Some dead guy quality time.”
“You abandon me so easily?” She lifted an eyebrow. “What happened to ‘I can go without food or sleep for weeks, Jazz, stop babying me’?”
“We still have to schedule that duel,” Jason shrugged, smirking when his girlfriend looked at him with raised eyebrows as Danny celebrated with a little ‘yes!’.
“Really?” She said.
“I can cook for you too, don’t worry.” Actually, the idea sounded very appealing. Why hadn’t he thought about it before? He could make it cute. Or maybe she wasn’t into big romantic gestures. He had to ask.
“As adorable as all of this is,” Bruce cleared his throat, “please explain what you said before.”
“Alright, so,” Danny swallowed what he had left, much more than was humanly possible to fit in a mouth, and breathed deeply. “The bullet points are: I died turning on the portal. Yes it hurt a lot, please don’t ask.” A few pairs of eyes turned to look at Jason instead. “I came back as a halfa, half alive, half dead, and got some sick new powers. I used those powers to battle evil ghosts and bring them back to the Ghost Zone—”
“— Where the ghosts live,” Jazz added, still finishing her last french toast.
Danny nodded. “Where the ghosts live, because my parents, who didn’t know I was a ghost too, would torture them to a second death. Eventually Jazz found out and helped me fight ghosts alongside my best friends. And then we told our parents, they took it well, decided to help and changed their ways. Happy ending.” He shrugged.
“And why are you in Gotham?” Wasn’t that the question? If there was a real threat of evil ghosts in their hometown, why were they here? Jazz said she left home to try being on her own, but with this new context…
“I followed my sister,” he pointed at her face with his thumb, she swatted his hand away. “She ‘renounced her heritage’ and hung the proverbial cape,” by his grin he said it on purpose, “and moved far enough from home to not be bothered by ghosts anymore.”
“That is so not what happened.”
“And what happened, Jazz?” He turned to look at her with a frown between his brows. “You just — I came back home one day and you were set on leaving.”
“I was tired! I had been doing the same thing since I was sixteen! I wanted to try something else.”
“And that ‘something else’ is dealing with living people that are just like ghosts. Yeah. Not buying it.”
Jazz looked like she wanted to keep arguing, but deflated. She subtly seeked Jason’s hand under the table, and he knew she was going to say another difficult thing to unpack.
“It was the liminality, Danny. I… When the changes started to happen I panicked. I thought I was going to die and I didn’t want to die regretting my life choices.”
Danny flinched like he had been slapped. “What?”
“It was logical. I was too contaminated already and I feared that if I stayed in Amity with such a high ectoplasm concentration—”
“You didn’t want to become a halfa?” Danny’s eyes started to water, green swirling into the blue with an alarming speed. Jason knew the others saw it too, because Bruce tensed.
“No! Danny, I swear it is not about that!” She jumped to hug her brother, “I was scared for a moment, but when I was finally here I knew I just needed time to do my own thing. I was going to come back to Amity, to you, but then the Observants happened and then the coronation happened and you were so busy and I was so busy and—”
“—and Mom and Dad took it so bad you didn’t want to come back either.” He melted in the hug. “They miss you, you know.”
“They miss us fighting together,” she rolled her eyes. “Ghost hunting is not a family bonding activity.”
Someone snorted.
Jason looked away from the sibling moment to find Tim looking very directly at his tablet, Dick controlling his expressions and Bruce trying not to look anybody in the eye.
“So your parents took the being dead thing better than Jazz giving up the cape?” Dick asked.
“Oh, they tried to dissect me at first. That I came back wrong, that they could cure me, that I was just possessed, you know.” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand.
Tim gave up pretending he was reading something on his tablet and looked at Bruce. The man was horrified, glancing between Danny and Jason, who smiled at him. It hurt a lot when Bruce said shit like that about him, back at the beginning, and seeing Bruce suffer from Danny’s tale was so validating.
“What happened next?” Selina was genuinely curious.
“Jazz went berserk, held them at gunpoint and made them choose. What was the thing you said? ‘Your children or your research, but you can’t have both’.” He leaned back on his chair. “It was amazing.”
Jason’s eyebrows went to his hairline.
“In my defense,” she started, pointedly looking at the table, “they had Danny strapped to a table and were ready to cut him open. I came back from school and found them in the basement and I just did what I had to.”
Feeling his heart beat faster and his face a bit red, Jason took her hands on his. “You protected your brother, that’s what matters.”
“So they chose you?” Bruce’s eyes were on their joined hands for a second, but he looked back at Danny.
“Unconditionally.” Danny’s smile was blinding. “Threw everything they had about ghosts away and started over. For me.”
“It still doesn't explain how you are here, in Gotham, and not back there protecting your city.” The question wasn’t judging, even for Bruce standards. Phantom had been in Gotham for a year and the world hadn't ended via ghost apocalypse.
“I am the Ghost King. I ordered them to stop coming to my city and rampage it.” Danny’s smile was all teeth. “And I'm on vacation visiting my sister, so any ass whooping has been canceled until further notice.”
Surprisingly, that wasn’t such a truth bomb. After all that messy retelling of their fucked up childhoods? They believed it — sure, Bruce would ask for details laters and maybe take it to the League, but it kinda made sense.
“Okay,” Bruce finally nodded. He looked at Jazz. “About Arkham.”
She tensed. “What about it.”
“You said you had research.”
“I do.”
Bruce wanted her to just hand it over, and Jazz probably knew it, and that was why she was not following him on purpose. Could he love her more? Not to sound like a highschooler, but in less than twelve hours he had seen so many sides of her and he loved every one of them.
“I’m not going to give it to you, I said I didn’t need Batman.”
“If this is a question of pride—”
Jazz was shaking her head. “This isn’t about pride—” She jumped from a kick under the table. “Danny, stop.”
“Then don’t lie.”
“Oh, shush you.” She kicked him back. “Yeah it’s my research and it was so hard to compile everything and I’m reluctant to let it go — but I have reasons why it is a bad idea for Batman to take care of Arkham.”
“I remember this rant.” Danny murmured.
“First, Batman doesn’t kill and that’s fact. Fear of retribution is a big part of why my plan works so well. Fear of being socially shunned, fear of losing money, fear of death.” She was looking directly at Bruce as she spoke. “I am an unknown, a newcomer to Gotham, and they don’t know what I am capable of doing to get what I want. Not that I would actually kill anybody —”
Danny fake coughed, earning another kick.
“— but they don’t know that. And I need that fear, that uncertainty, that they don’t know what I would do.”
Honestly? Jason wanted to kiss her on the mouth. Damn it that everyone was looking.
“And second?” Bruce had this look on his face, his ‘I don’t like this but I don’t have grounds to forbid it’ constipated face.
“Second, Batman is a symbol of the status quo of Gotham. There is a system, a way that things work, and any change could destroy the balance. If a new rogue comes up, Batman will be there to take everything back to how it should be.” She took a breath. Jason felt her hands were trembling a little, so he squeezed them to show his support. She smiled at him briefly.
“If an outsider reforms Arkham, it would be no problem — just another thing that Batman will eventually bring back into the balance, or maybe that’s part of how it should be, or maybe blame it all on the outsider and continue on with life. But, if Batman himself breaks the status quo, they will come for your blood.”
Bruce was listening. Amazing.
“How so?”
“Why only change Arkham? Why stop there? Why not fix the Narrows? And Crime Alley? Why not fix the housing problem? Why not end the rogues for good, if they can’t be cured in the new system?” Her smile was tired.. “The status quo works because nobody wants to change it. Problems become the usual when nobody tries to fix them. But try to fix one? Then you have to fix them all, or the symbol falls.”
She leaned back on her chair, satisfied with her rant. This was something she had given a lot of thought, Jason realized.
Danny leaned in and got his attention, making him lean too to see what he had to say.
His grin was devious when he fake-whispered. “This is why her favorite hero is Red Hood.”
“DANNY.” Unsatisfied with doing another kick, she chose to punch him on the shoulder this time. “I will fucking kill you.” She growled, but it was lost in how her face was completely red.
“You cannot kill me in a way that matters.” He snickered as he jumped back in his seat, dodging another punch. “He’s my favorite hero too, there’s no shame in that.”
Jazz probably answered something, but Jason’s mind was filled with static.
He knew he was some people’s favorite hero — Crime Alley’s kids were afraid of him but knew he would protect them, especially if they were homeless. Even in the dumb tabloids’ popularity surveys Red Hood was comfortably up in the list, so people liked him and what he was trying to do with the worst parts of the city. And apparently he had his own twitter fanclub?
He let his head fall into his arms over the table, knowing his face was red up to his ears.
He thought about Jazz’s murderboard, and how she said she had investigated him — sure, she investigated everyone trying to figure out their identities, but was going to take the fact that she looked into his work.
Did she like what she found? Did she agree? Was she appalled by the killing?
No. She had kissed him and said she wanted to date even after knowing who he was.
And he was her favorite hero.
“B, she’s right.”
“But she can’t go back, they’ll come for her.”
“After the scandal I don’t think I could hold as much power as I need,” Jazz was answering Bruce. “Unless we clear it all in a way that makes sure my relationship doesn’t have anything to do with the Reform.”
“Yeah, nice try about that.” Dick said.
“Yeah, people already believe it was all premeditated.”
“I’ll do it.”
All conversation stopped as he lifted his head.
“I’ll take care of it. Red Hood doesn’t have the limitations Batman does.”
“Jaybird, you promised not to kill people anymore.”
He smirked at his big brother, taking his girlfriend’s hand. “Yeah, but they don’t know that.” His smile turned genuine when he looked at Jazz. “We only need the fear of what I could do, right?”
She was beaming like a ray of sunshine. God, he could really kiss her right now.
"I would need to change a few things, but,” she played with her hair, eyes slightly unfocused but staying in his as she went over the plan in her head, “I think it can be done.”
“Perfect. Wanna discuss it over lunch?”
She focused back on him, her smile cheeky. “Is this a date, Mr. Hood?”
“If you want to,” he said with another smile. His eyes went to her curved lips, thinking about that romantic lunch date idea from earlier. “We can go back to my place after this.”
Jazz giggled, hands still playing with her hair. “You still have my dress and my other stuff, so...”
“I’m going to scrub my brain with bleach.” Danny’s murmur cut through their bubble.
The couple remembered they weren’t alone and jumped back, having leaned closer without realizing.
Only Selina and Cass, who had been silently following the conversation, looked ecstatic at them — Tim and Danny were not having a good time and looked about to make a run for it. Dick was shaking Bruce’s shoulder, murmuring “I told you, I told you” as if the man needed another pair of eyes to believe what was happening.
Jason cleared his throat. “We will first need all your intel, get rid of any digital evidence of your investigation—”
“I have everything on paper or stored in thumb drives. Nothing digital. Also, Danny helped me with covering my tracks.”
Danny made a peace sign, smirking. “Family business. Also my best friend helped. He’s a hacker, and very good.”
“Okay,” he nodded at the siblings, honestly impressed by their efficacy. It made him fall back into vigilante mode easier, too. “Then we need to go to your apartment and get everything.”
Her smile was mischievous. “No need!” She put her purse on the table and started rummaging through it. “I have everything a girl needs to carry in her bag. Phone, wallet, keys, lipstick,” as she listed them she took out the items, the lipstick earned him a little glance, “and a thumb drive with everything you need to bring the downfall of an institution!”
There it was, in the palm of her hand, a black thumb drive. Deceptively small, but that probably contained the worst the city had to offer. She offered it to him without fuss, showing how she trusted him with her work.
“Are you guys sure you don’t want to go back to crime fighting?”
The Fentons turned to look at Selina at the same time.
“Nah. I have King stuff to do.” Danny shrugged easily.
She nodded, turning to look at Jazz. “And you, dear? What are you going to do after all of this is over?”
Bruce gave the woman a warning look, apparently knowing where she was going with her question.
“I don’t know,” Jazz said, looking at her brother. “I was going to go back to Amity after settling things in Arkham and choosing someone to run the place fairly, but now I’m not sure.”
Danny’s eyes landed on Jason.
Oh. Right.
Now he got what she meant by not wanting to get in the way.
It was easy to forget she wasn’t a Gothamite, since she fit right in with the madness, but the city wasn’t her home the way it was his home. It didn’t call for her, it didn't need her to stay. Jazz didn’t really have any roots in Gotham. Until now.
“You want to stay.” The younger Fenton told his sister, eyes still on Jason. He didn’t look mad.
“I really liked my job at Arkham.”
Danny nodded, taking her hands in his. “You can always accept my offer, Jazzy. I still think ‘The Warden’ is a cool title for you.”
“It’s silly.”
“If I have to endure silly titles I’m taking you down with me.”
This made her chuckle. “I’ll think about it.” She squeezed his hands. “But I think I’ll stay for a while and figure out what I want to do next.”
“Sure.”
“Fantastic!” Selina had this dangerous glint in her eyes, like when she found a target she really wanted to steal. Uh oh. “Next question: if the thing with Jason doesn’t work out would you consider being my daughter?”
Jason rolled his eyes, complaining with a little “hey”.
“Jesus christ.” Tim facepalmed.
Bruce was massaging his temples. “Selina, dear—”
“Oh hush, you already have too many children. Let me have at least one of my own.”
“Um, thanks for the offer? But I already have parents? Alive ones? Also, I’m an adult?”
“My apprentice, then?”
Jazz looked confused for a few seconds and then opened her eyes real wide. “Holy shit, you are Catwoman.”
“I am, dear.” She leaned further into the table, set on her objective. “But focus, I have follow up questions: can you fight in heels and do you know how to use a whip?”
“Selina, no.”
“Actually…”
“No shit?” Jason looked away from Selina to see if his girlfriend was telling the truth. She was, since she was getting a bit red and Danny started cackling.
“The heels part not really—”
“Your suit did have a bit of a heel, though.”
“It didn’t? It was boots.”
“Boots with a heel, yeah.”
“And the whip?” Tim was looking between Jason and Jazz with a tiny smirk. He didn’t give him the satisfaction of humoring the implication.
“I did use a version of a whip that traps ghosts. Very useful when they try to fly away.” She answered with a shrug.
“I have a video, if you wanna see her in action.”
“Video?” This was news for Jazz.
“Video!” Danny rushed to take out his phone, searched for a video in his gallery app and tapped play.
One by one, everyone gathered on this side of the table to see the screen as it showed Phantom exchanging punches with a floating woman with short red hair. The woman — ghost? — bared her pointed teeth and glared at the younger Danny as she flew further up to get enough distance to shoot green lasers from her fists.
“How did you get this?”
“Wes. This is from his creepy stalker phase.”
Jazz snorted.
From outside the frame, a new ghost jumped into the fight, slamming against Danny’s side and launching him to the ground.
“I need help over here!” Danny in the video screamed, struggling to take down the ghost woman and the new ghost, a green panther, at the same time.
“On it!” That was Jazz’s voice.
The camera panned in her direction and there she was, sliding over an abandoned car and running towards the fight. She was wearing a skintight black and white suit, similar to Phantom’s, but she had added knee pads and sturdier looking boots and gloves. On her waist she had a utility belt with weapons strapped to it.
“Oh, I remember this fight — we were testing the new Fenton Peeler 2.0.” Jazz commented, her eyes kind of wistful as she watched her past self march towards danger.
She did miss it. He wondered if she really wanted to go back despite saying she preferred to stay in Gotham.
“Fenton Peeler?” He asked.
“Kind of an armored suit.”
“Armored suit?”
“Watch.”
Indeed, once she was close enough to the pouncing panther, she hit a button on her glove and some kind of armor started unfolding up her arms and feet. It was calculated, because with a few powerful leaps, she intercepted the panther in the air just in time to have the full silver armor covering her entire body.
Both ghost panther and human rolled to the floor and started wrestling. From where this supposed ‘Wes’ was filming it was difficult to discern who was winning; but she was holding her own and catching the big animal every time it tried to weasel out of her grip.
Only took one time she couldn’t keep it down and the creature was free, finally deciding that going after Danny wasn’t worth it either and leaping away from the fight, turning into an enormous bird mid-flight.
Jazz in the video hit her glove again and as the suit retreated back to its place, she took the whip on her waist and, in a feat of skill, hit her mark and tangled the ghost and its wings in the weird glowing weapon. She dragged the bird down back to her, smashing its head on her knee. The ghost was out cold.
“Danny!” Past-Jazz extended a hand and her brother tossed an object to her. She did something with it and the ghost was warped into the object.
Danny paused the video.
Selina was vibrating as she placed her hands on Jazz’s shoulders. “Are you really sure you don’t want to go back to that?” She pointed at the paused video with her chin.
“Selina, stop.” Bruce wasn’t amused, despite looking at the screen with interest.
“No, it’s okay,” Jazz was looking at the phone, eyes still a bit lost in the memories, “sometimes I do want to. Hard not to when is the only thing you have known.”
“Yeah, Mom and Dad wouldn’t win many ‘parent of the year’ awards.” Danny’s expression was sad, but guarded. Old wounds, probably.
Jazz closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Jason didn’t need to ask — she had explained, vaguely enough to keep all these secrets safe, that the neglect ran deep in her childhood. That Danny forgave them too easily, that her parents were trying to be better but that ignoring the damage was not the solution either.
“I’ve been doing this since I was sixteen.” She had said.
She had to point a gun to her parents to make them see that they were hurting their own son.
“Do you have more videos?” Jason asked Danny, trying to lift the mood a little and distract her from being sad.
He accepted his olive branch and hit play, the video resuming and this time showing another fight. There was now an older woman with short red head fighting alongside the siblings.
“That’s Mom.” Jazz whispered to him.
Her fighting style was familiar to all the bats — martial arts and proficiency with a bo staff, the woman jumped around and knocked out ghosts with powerful kicks, a level of control of her body that could only be achieved through years of training.
Suddenly, what could only be called a tank ran through the ghost the woman was fighting. She didn’t even flinch.
“And the one driving is Dad.” Danny snorted.
“What’s with the tank?” Dick asked.
“Family van, the Fenton Assault Vehicle, heavily modified by my parents.”
“Imagine going camping in that.” Danny didn’t look amused, probably speaking from experience.
The video montage continued, and Danny and Jazz shared the stories behind each fight. In some they were with their parents; in some the ‘B-team’, aka Danny’s friends, were there for back-up; in some it was just the two siblings against the next ghost threat.
They were too young to fight like they did. Jazz showed a proficiency in weaponry that an eighteen year old shouldn’t have, Danny showed a pain tolerance that was very unnerving in such a small body. They were good, especially in the videos that showed them older and with better equipment, but they shouldn’t have fought the fights of the adults in the first place.
Soon after, Danny put on more goofy videos to lighten the mood. Training montages and fails; one time Jazz hit her face when the recoil of her new rifle was stronger than expected, one time Danny was slammed to a building so hard he came back out dizzy and forgot how to fly, one time the bickering of the siblings made a giant ghost dragon find their hiding spot.
They were watching a video of Jazz trying a new move her mom was teaching her, when the door to the dining room was slammed open.
Duke was there, dropping his duffle bag to his feet. “I leave for ONE WEEK and Jason has a girlfriend?” He said, glaring at the group still gathered around Danny’s phone. He started blinking fast, shielding his eyes as if he were looking at the sun. “And why is there a glowing person sitting at the table?”
“Oops?” Danny smiled apologetically and did something about it, because Duke could now uncover his eyes.
“Dude, who are you and why is there a floating crown over your head?”
Jazz let her head fall on Jason’s shoulder, sighing.
“Okay, I yield,” she whispered to him as the others rushed to explain, “can we run away now?”
Jason sneakily kissed her hair and took her hand, taking advantage of the confusion to sneak away from the others. Only Danny saw them leave, narrowing his eyes for a second before smiling at the duo. He waved them goodbye.
They were giggling as they ran hand in hand through the corridors of the Manor, just like last night, this time with less formal clothes and without heels to ditch on the way.
Jason took her up some stairs and down a hall to Bruce’s studio.
“Through the balcony again?” She asked, a little short of breath.
He smiled. “Nope.” He guided her to the grandfather clock, eyeing the desk and considering making out with her over Bruce’s precious mahogany fancy desk. Alas, they had a few minutes before the other started going after them. “We are stealing a bike.”
She was confused for a moment, but once Jason put the clock hands in the correct position and the door to the elevator that went down the Batcave opened, she made the connection.
“Isn’t it a bit early in our relationship to take me to the Cave?”
“We are not going for a tour, but we can revisit that another time,” they walked in the elevator still hand in hand. As it went down, he couldn’t resist finally touching her face and combing back a few stray locks of her red hair. “It isn’t like you don't know enough already. And it’s a matter of time before the old man or the cat lady decide to train you.”
The elevator got to the Cave, the doors opened.
“Do you think I should accept her offer?” She asked as they walked out, her eyes on his.
“While I think you could totally pull off the sexy catsuit aesthetics,” she snorted, “and I think you could really be a good crime fighter… It’s really up to you. If you want to do it, do it. If you want to pursue your career at Arkham, do it.”
He had the feeling she understood this kind of life was something you needed to choose, not be pushed into it. But he needed to say it anyway.
“Why not both?” She tilted her head.
“You could,” he shrugged, “if you want to. Just keep in mind that having a day job and a night job will be taxing.”
She pondered his words and nodded. “Thank you.”
“Just know that I support you either way.”
“I know.” She cupped his face, pulling him down a little.
“Just wanted to make it clear that I’m a supportive boyfriend and that stuff.”
“I know,” she got on the tip of her toes and kissed him. “Let’s go back to your place and go over my plans for Arkham.” She whispered against his lips.
“You sure know how to romance a guy.”
“You can also show me your sword collection?” She patted his cheek.
His face burned a little. “Is that a—” Before he could make a fool of himself and ask if that was an euphemism for sex, the elevator got back to life and started going up.
They looked at each other.
“Time to run.”
She nodded her agreement.
He guided her towards the bike he had in mind, making a brief stop to pick up the keys, and quickly turned it on just in time to hear Bruce and the others calling their names from the elevator.
“Go, go, go.”
They put on the helmets and drove away like bats out of hell. Pun intended.
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