#liminal jazz

[demonic0angel]

Worthwhile (click for clarity)

I think a lot of people are already aware, but I LOVE it when I make Jazz tall, long, and creepy. Something about the thought of her being like a model, beautiful and tall, but when people look at her for too long and go, ‘wait a minute, is a real person supposed to look like that…?’ is really delightful to me XD

I actually made this a while ago, but I could never find an opportunity to post it…

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Panel 1 has an image of Jason and Jazz standing together. However, instead of looking normal, Jazz is faceless, scribbled over with black and looks very elongated and unnatural. She leans over a brightly smiling Jason like a monster. Jason has his arm on around her waist, while a clawed, withered hand rests on his shoulder, presumably Jazz’s.

Damian narrates: My brother recently got a girlfriend.

Panel 2 has an image of Damian’s terrified face. He looks extremely unsettled and frightened. He continues narrating throughout the entire comic.

D: I think she’s the most terrifying thing I’ve seen.

Panel 3 has him standing in the background as a little chibi, shocked as Stephanie and Tim approach Jazz without any hesitation, seemingly accepting her “horrifying” visage. Jazz’s face cannot be seen, only her long red hair.

D: Though no one else seems to notice but me.

Panel 4 has an image of Damian flinching backwards as Jazz’s clawed hand reaches for him. He looks terrified of her. Jazz’s body cannot be seen, only the hand.

D: But even if she’s horrifying

Panel 5 has Damian ducking downwards, closing his eyes, as Jazz’s hand finally reaches him, patting his head. Her hand is surprisingly not scary-looking, but instead, human.

Panel 6 has Damian looking shocked and confused, reaching up to touch his head as a little chibi in the background as Jazz slides out of view, nothing being seen but her red hair, as she leaves.

D: *continuing the narration from panel 3* She has never hurt any of us.

Panel 7 has an image of Jazz’s back again, her skin still being scribbled over and with only her long red hair being shown. She looms over Jason, who’s beaming up at her, supposedly completely oblivious to her terrifying looks.

D: So if you chose someone like her, ahki…

Panel 8 has Jason and Jazz together again, noses touching as they smile at each other, completely wrapped up in one another. There is finally a glimpse of Jazz’s face and she looks normal, smiling happily as Jason beams at her. She is also of a more normal height, although still taller than Jason.

D: Then surely, there is something worthwhile about her….?

[goddessofbees]

Phantom sibs

[illya-roma]

Jazz, holding a mushroom stake she made for damian as gift at gun point: any last words?

Ectocontaminated mushroom stake : you mere mortal can not kill me in a way that matters.

Jazz, cocking the gun: try me

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Jazz: Here, I made this for you

Tiny damian vibrating with excitement because his favourite chef made more food: Give me!

Jazz raises an eyebrow:...

Damian stops stuffing his mouth: Thank you, Jazlyn.

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Jazz, fist fighting a whole undead turkey: And always make sure to wear your gloves, we don't want a speck of ow dirt on it.

The turkey: * curses in turkey*

The chefs who's numbers are dwindling because Thalia hates that their food is not as delicious as the new cook's:

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Ra's al ghoul forcing a blush down: *slowly takes a bit out of his food*

Ra's: ...

Ra's: DAMMIT Thalia the spaghetti is mine!

Thalia hiding in the walls:

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Thalia ogling at the new chefs muscles:

Jazz stabbing a screaming octopus: Hi! Can I help you?

Thaila an assassin, who's sitting on the counter right infront of Jazz, shamelessly staring at her: You could take of your chef jacket. I know blood can be hard to clean.

Jazz breaking it's spine: Good idea!

@phantom00maverick @jackpoompkin

[runfromthemedic]

Danny Phantom adopts more kids than Bruce Wayne

I’ve seen a lot of fics going around about how Danny will get summoned as the Ghost King via cultist and dpxdc fics going around and I had an idea.

So Danny (ages 14-16 ish depending) gets summoned a lot, and in those summoning's there is usually a sacrifice. Normally, if the sacrifices are kidnapped adults and the like Danny beats up the cultist and just lets the sacrifices go.

But what happens when the sacrifices are younger?

A literal child gets offered up, a soul contract binding them to Danny (probably as a slave or food or whatever, I just think like John Constantine’s contracts but without the con). Danny still beats up the cultist but now he has a kid with a soul contract that he can’t break without severe backlash happening to the kid and there already pretty hurt form the cultist.

Panicking and worried about the kid, Danny seals the contract but with some adjustments, so now for all intent and purposes he now has a kid. 

Danny takes the kid back to the Far Frozen for Frostbite to heal, constantly sending calming emotions to his new kid while panic texting Sam and Tucker they had a kid now and spamming Jazz with questions on how to parent.

Many freak-outs and logistic family meetings later and they’ve worked out a relatively (more like half-way) decent plan for parenting. The kid is very happy with the new and loving parents and auntie and things calm down as much as things can with three liminal teenagers, a half-dead one, and a elementary schooler can between parenting, going to school, ghost king duties, and hiding all of this from Jack and Maddie. 

Danny cries the first time the tot called him Dad. Sam and Tucker record this for blackmail. Danny gets even when Sam and Tucker breakout the waterworks when they get called Mom and Pops.

And then a few months later another summoning happens, this time with a 17 year old. They get adopted.

Five months after that, another summoning, this time with two 12 year old's. They get adopted.

Thirteen months after that, another summoning. The kids 15. Adopted.

Two months after that, summoning and there’s three of them. All adopted.

By the time Danny, Sam, and Tucker are about to hit college age they have thirteen kids give or take.  All of them call the Trio Dad, Mom, and Pops. Doesn’t matter if some of the kids are older. Team Phantom are the best parents most of them have ever had. Age is blatantly ignored in most situations. Dani is considered the oldest. The first adopted kid is considered the second oldest, etc.

Danny’s castle in the Infinite Realms has a room for all of this kids and portals going out into different dimensions depending on where the summoning happened. The Trio didn’t want to completely uproot any of their kids lives so they make sure all of the kids have the right records, access to schooling, etc. 

Cue two of the kids (maybe three if you want John Constantine drunkenly auctioning off his at the time non-existent first born, accidents happen, the whole hodgepodge family has a understanding to punch Constantine on sight if they ever see him on their siblings/sons behalf) being from the DC universe.

Older of the two goes to Gotham U (I think studying communications, politics, philosophy etc to be able to help Danny with his Ghost Kind Duties) and the younger getting a scholarship to the fancy rich kid school Damian attends. 

Danny’s kids are about as liminal as they can get between the adoption contract, all of the ectoplasm exposure, and the kids all living in the Infinite Realms the majority of the time. Damian and the younger get along like a house on fire be cause they have similar interest based on life. I think the older sibling somehow befriends Tim Drake, Tim possible develops a crush.

Batman is very paranoid about the two possibly metas around his kids

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Explanations

part 4 of MM ao3

Danny winced, overwhelmed for a moment at the emotions Hood was projecting. A flurry of fear, anger, not again, pain being shoved at him as forcefully as if someone were screaming in his ear. 

Danny raised his hands in surrender. “Look, we don’t mean any harm. I honestly have no idea what pits you’re talking about, but I do know a lot about the being dead thing.”

Hood didn’t move, just kept glaring at him.

Danny took a chance and projected peace, want to help, it’s ok. 

Hood’s angry aura faded and he stumbled back a step.

“What was that?” Hood growled and Danny gulped as Hood’s aura flared again with anger, confusion, fear.

“Sorry.” Danny said. “I forget that new liminals aren’t used to projecting, but it’s just another form of talking. And you don’t need to worry, I’m also dead adjacent. “Though,” Danny paused, “I don’t know what the lazarus pits are.”

Hood was still tense but his aura had pulled back a little. “The Lazarus Pits are lakes of glowing green goo.”

“Huh.” Danny gleaned at Jazz. “We call the green goo Ectoplasm. But if these pits are what brought you back, I think they might be rancid. You stink.”

“Excuse me?” Hood took a step back as his aura flared with indignation.

Jazz cleared her throat.

“What my brother means is that the ectoplasm that brought you back may have been polluted. He can tell because he also has ectoplasm in his system which allows him to sense other sources of ectoplasm.”

“Explain.” 

“Look,” Jazz said, “Why don’t we all sit down and I’ll make some tea and then Danny can explain better.” she sent a pointed look in his direction.

“Fine.”

Jazz nodded and turned and walked toward the kitchen where there was a table and some chairs. Danny followed her and so did Hood.

Danny fiddled with his hands as Jazz was making tea. Honestly, Danny was trying not to comment on the fact that the fully dressed vigilante looked kind of ridiculous sitting at their kitchen table.

“Would you like some tea?” Jazz said, looking toward Hood.

Hood paused before responding. “No thanks.” 

Jazz nodded then turned back toward the kettle.

“Soooo….” Danny started. “Before we go on, i do need to know if you actually died, or if you just encountered some green goo.”

Hood didn’t say anything.

Danny sighed. “If it helps, I actually died and was brought back to life via green glowy stuff.”

Danny waited and was about to give up and wait for Jazz to lead the conversation when Hood finally spoke.

“I died, I’m not sure what brought me back. But then I was dumped in a Lazarus Pit.”

“Huh.” There weren’t a lot of things that could bring people back from the dead as far as Danny knew, but with all the craziness he’d already experienced in his own life, he wasn’t surprised. Though it was interesting that Hood had been exposed to ectoplasm afterward. What would that make Hood? A liminal, or a halfa like him? But as much as Danny would like someone else like him, since it wasn't ectoplasm that brought Hood back the man was probably just a liminal.

“Here you go, Danny.” Jazz said, setting a mug in front of him and then taking a seat next to him.

Danny inhaled the warm scent of spices and then looked at Hood. “So, how do you want to do this? I can do a quick info dump and then you ask questions, or you can just ask questions and I’ll answer them?”

“Info first, then I’ll ask questions.”

Danny nodded.

“First of all, ghosts are real.” he paused, but when Hood didn't say anything he continued. “They live in an alternate dimension and are fueled by and made of ectoplasm, the green glowy stuff. There are various things that can make a ghost, but we don’t need to get into that now. This is just the basics. When a human has a near death experience, or is exposed to ectoplasm they have the chance of becoming what we call liminal. That just means that they lean a little toward the ghostly side.” he glanced at Jazz, his gaze questioning and she nodded. “That’s what me and Jazz are. And that’s what I think you are.”  Danny waited for a moment, clasping his hands together in front of him. “Any questions.”

“How did you heal me?”

“Oh, yeah.” Danny shrugged and sat back. “As liminals we actually need some ectoplasm to survive and it can help heal us. Usually, the ectoplasm in our bodies heps us heal ourselves, but I think yours can’t since,” Danny wrinkled his nose, “whatever source you got yours from is obviously rank.”

“What does that even mean?” Hood said, but he sounded tired not angry.

Jazz smiled gently at him. “Ectoplasm that stays too long in the Living Realm, here, can absorb pollutants. Think of it like,” she hummed and tapped her finger against the table, “like air in an improperly ventilated area. If air isn’t allowed to move and flow it can become stale. The same with ectoplasm. It’s a form of energy that needs to flow and be filtered in the Infinite Realms, where the ghosts are, or it needs to be filtered by ghosts. But if it’s allowed to just sit in one area and build up, continually absorbing energy, but unable to filter or release it then it grows rank.”

“It’s complicated.” Danny said. “And neither of us is the greatest at explaining since we’re still learning. But yeah, ectoplasm is a form of energy that flows between dimensions.

Danny smiled at Hood, there were faint feelings of confusion, disbelief, denial, no true, not true, I’m alive. But Danny did his best not to push anything toward the other liminal. He didn’t want to scare the man.

“I need to go.” Hood said, standing abruptly. 

Danny startled, but nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

Jazz stood. “You’re welcome back here anytime if you have questions.” Jazz smiled. 

Danny felt the briefest glimmer of attraction come from Hood and while Jazz was good at not projecting, Danny could tell from her face that she was feeling similarly toward Hood.

Danny smirked. This would be fun.

[asjjohnson]

A Jazz and Danny fic for the Danny Phantom Phic Phight 2025

Jazz has been protecting Danny without him knowing, but now she's about to start college.

Also on AO3.

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In the washed out gray-blue of night, Jazz sits on the floor of her room, leaning against the wall beside her—the wall that divides her room from her little brother’s room.

On the other side of the wall, Danny moans.

She knows he’s hurting. She can feel it, even through the wall. The pain resonates within her chest. Aches within her.

She presses a palm against the wall, hoping to siphon some of that pain from him.

Ghost hunting is taking a toll on him. It’s becoming too much for him—the battles with ghosts, the battles with ghost hunters. The battles with their own parents, unknowingly.

She sees signs of it during the day through his winces, and feels the soreness radiate through her own muscles and bones. She sees him startle, and feels the spike of fear through her own heart. She hears him at night as he struggles to get a good night’s sleep, due to both soreness and nightmares, and she’s left unable to drift off at all.

Proximity helps.

The closer she is to Danny, the more soothing relief he will feel. She sits pressed against their shared wall each night, hoping to give him rest, hoping she herself can close her eyes.

A packed suitcase sits beside her bedroom door.

Her top choice of university... she can still barely believe it. And a scholarship at that. Her parents are set to drive her to the airport tomorrow morning for the flight there. The university’s several hundred miles from Amity Park. Several hundred miles from Danny.

She doesn’t know what to do.

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Danny's woken up by the sounds of stuff banging around. He knows it's his parents and Jazz, getting ready to leave in time for her flight.

He groans and tries using a pillow to block out the sounds.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work. He can't get back to sleep. So he goes ahead and gets dressed.

Maybe he'll say bye to her before she leaves.

As he walks down the stairs, he hears a conversation.

"I know it's short notice," Jazz says. "I can pay you back for the plane ticket."

"But Sweetie," his mom says, and Danny can now see them on the living room couch, his mom running a hand through Jazz's hair, "I thought you really liked this university."

Jazz sighs. "I do. But I think I'll take a year off. If I can't get the scholarship after that, then I'll go to a different university."

Danny frowns.

Something isn't right.

As Jazz starts back up the stairs with her suitcase, Danny invisibly slides partway through the wall to let her pass.

She pauses and looks to the side for a long moment, as though she can sense him somehow, before continuing to her room.

Danny follows her and knocks on the door. "Jazz?"

The door opens. "Danny?" She blinks at him, looking confused.

"We need to talk," he says and walks into the room. It's weird... being in the bright pink room seems to relax him. "What's going on? You've been talking nonstop about college for the past five years. There's no way you'd change your mind. So what happened?" He crosses his arms. Jazz is his sister, and whatever is bothering her, he's going to fix it. And get her on that plane.

Jazz stares at him. Her eyes seem to glow for a moment. Then she blinks and shakes her head with a sigh. "You really aren't going to let this feeling go, are you?"

Feeling?

"Danny..." She sits on the edge of her bed and gestures for him to sit as well.

Even after he sits, she doesn't start talking. He can see her face twitching and eyes shifting slightly, as though mentally sifting through what to tell him.

"Danny... Ghost appearances are up right now. I want to help— to be here to help. I can go to college anytime—"

Danny shakes his head. "No. You said you might not get the scholarship if you wait. I have Sam and Tucker to help me, it's fine. Plus there's Valerie, and Mom and Dad. They can catch ghosts, too."

She shakes her head. "You don't understand." Again, it looks like her eyes are glowing. "I can feel it. Fighting all these ghosts is overwhelming you right now."

He rolls his eyes. "Nothing's overwhelming me." He actually feels really good right now. The only thing bothering him is Jazz not getting on her plane.

Jazz grabs his hands. "Danny," she says urgently.

He can feel himself relaxing farther, her room is so nice and peaceful. If she will just get on the plane, everything will be perfect in life.

Jazz snatches her hands away as though burned. "No! Danny," she says again, like his name is a filler word for grasping her thoughts, "I... I have ghost powers, too." Then she continues, saying everything quickly, like the words are just spilling out, "It started some time ago, but then I really started to notice a few months ago when I could feel you through the wall, and I can feel everyone's emotions but you're the one who's always hurting and I can soothe that and take some of the ache and help you sleep and, and..." she takes a breath, and her eyes slide downward. She says softly, "And I can't do that if I'm not here."

Danny blinks as he tries to work out what she just said. She has ghost powers? She... can feel emotions? She can soothe...

Danny glances around her room, taking in the pink walls and large pink rug and pink pillows on her bed, and her teddy bear sitting there like it's listening to them.

It's not her room that feels so comforting—it's her.

That's why he feels so at peace right now. Jazz has weird psycho-powers. ...That's why he's been busier lately but hasn't felt a toll from it. Without Jazz... he might not be able to fight ghosts at the rate he's been doing lately.

"How sure are you that I would be overwhelmed without you here?" Danny checks. Maybe she's overreacting a little.

"...I haven't actually slept in three months."

"Oh."

"But I'm pretty sure sleep isn't a necessity with my version of ecto-contamination, since a normal human would start showing psychological symptoms after just two or three nights."

"Jazz, that's not really reassuring."

"...Yeah, I can tell," she says, eyebrows furrowing a little.

So Jazz has been staying up every night because of him? That was even more reason for her to go to college.

"Look. The problem's how many ghosts I've been having to fight lately, right?"

Jazz half nods, half tilts her head to the side; like trying to make a so-so gesture with her head. "Well... mostly."

"Then I'll ask for help."

Jazz's eyebrows wrinkle in confusion, her bottom lip pushing out slightly in the rare look she makes when she doesn't understand something. Apparently she can't actually read his thoughts, just his emotions.

"I'll tell Mom and Dad. Once they know, they can help take some of the weight off, and I can tell them what I know about different ghosts so they'll be able to catch them easier."

"But I thought you didn't want to tell them," Jazz asked. "If I'm influencing your decision..."

"It's not like that. I've wanted to tell them ever since the accident. But... I never find the right time, or I keep making excuses. I know they'll accept me. But," he shrugs, "I just can't seem to go through with it. But now, it would help if they know. And if you're with me steadying my nerves, and keeping an eye on Mom and Dad's feelings... I think I can do it now."

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Jazz goes downstairs with Danny. Their parents feel confused at seeing them. And a little hopeful—they ask if she's changed her mind about college.

Jazz can feel Danny begin to get nervous, and she squeezes his hand, soothing away irrational fears, and letting them pool into her own stomach. She can feel confidence and determination take its place within Danny.

She's careful not to take any emotions other than Danny's nervousness. Their parents' reactions need to be true. Not prone to change once she leaves—if she decides to leave.

Their parents are shocked when he tells them, overwhelmed and concerned. There's horror and guilt, but also love and acceptance. Jazz is pretty sure the horror is about Danny getting hurt in the portal accident, and not about what Danny is.

She can't feel any revulsion or uncertainty in them. And she tells Danny this later.

"Did you cancel your flight?" Danny asks.

"Oh. It'd slipped my mind. I guess a refund isn't going to be possible."

"What time did you need to get there?"

Jazz looks at her watch. "The plane leaves in ten minutes. There's no way I can get there in time."

"I can take you. How much luggage do you have?" Danny asks and searches around her room.

She doesn't like the amount of confidence radiating from him.

"Danny, it takes thirty-five minutes to get to the airport. Even with Dad's driving, we wouldn't get there in time."

"No, seriously. I'll take you," Danny says. "Here." He hands her her suitcase. "What direction's the airport from here?"

"It's down route—"

Danny holds up a hand. "Never mind, I'll just ask Tucker for directions." He pushes a Fenton Phone into his ear. "Tucker?"

About a year back, Tucker hooked up the Fenton Phones to work together with cellphones, so that it was possible to call anyone's cell phone by voice command.

"Hey, Tuck, what direction's the Airport from Fenton Works?"

Danny walks over to her window and pulls it open.

She very much does not like this.

"Danny, what—" Jazz asks.

Danny grabs her around the waist and pulls her through the window and surrounding wall.

She screams as the roofs of buildings start to streak by beneath her.

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I used these prompts:

from @echoghost1: "Jazz finds out the hard way that living with her parents lack of lab safety is starting to effect her physically."

from @lostlitany: "Jazz doesn’t know what to do. Her brother is hurting, she sees it in the winces, and flinches, she hears it in the hisses and groans on the other side of their shared bedroom wall. He says he’s fine. She’s not, though."

from @ashleyreyland: "It's time for Jazz to leave for college, but she's struggling to leave Danny alone with her parents. She doesn't want to put her future on hold, but she's not sure what to do."

from @bellsandmischief: "How does it feel to be helpless? How does it feel to know pain?"

from @rgbyshipper101: "Danny notices something is up with Jazz. He decides to find out what. Danny and Jazz bonding!"

from @lovelyunknown: "Jazz being a good older sister."

[cryinginthevoid]

Dc x dp prompt(?) #18

The GiW had become a joke of sorts in Amity. Even to those that didn’t like the ghosts, the agents were imbeciles.

Danny would banter with them as they shot around him, his friends joked that they had stormtrooper potential, on account of their brilliant aim.

They let their guard down around them because they weren’t a threat.

They really should have payed more attention, maybe then they would have noticed the changes.

The fact that the agents wore slightly different clothing that seemed more practical.

That they stopped insulting him back during their “fights”.

They should have done research.

Maybe then they would have known that the “Ghost Investigation Ward” had been bought out by one Lex Luthor.

Maybe then they would have been prepared for the Ectoranium. The Blood Blossoms.

They shouldn’t have let their guard down.

Maybe then, they would have been prepared for when Danny got captured by the same people they were so convinced were harmless.

Maybe then, Danny wouldn’t have been strapped down and muzzled, as they ripped out his core.

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When the Justice League got word that Luthor had taken over a shut down branch of the Government, they did research, but felt it to be low on a long list of priorities.

They did not step in.

Nightwing noticed some odd things being shipped over to Gotham, and decided to investigate with his family.

When they found odd weapons, they were surprised to find them very legal. They had other things to do that night, so they left them.

They did not step in.

Madeline and Jack Fenton noticed their son was gone, only after their daughter came crying to them a week after he went missing.

She told them his secret in a desperate attempt to get their help, and after showing proof, was only met with disgust and hatred.

They contacted Luthor, they made a deal.

They did not step in.

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Daniel Fenton died at fourteen, due to his parents invention.

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A ghost does not End if their core is taken from their body.

Danny did not die. Could not die. Not while his core was intact.

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He was resurrected at the same time he died. Electricity flowing into his heart and bonding Ectoplasm into his very being.

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A ghost can sense the environment around their cores, it’s how they sense other ghosts.

Danny felt when Luthor attached his core to an artifact and used it against Superman. Felt it when a superpowered fist closed around his core.

He felt it shatter.

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Daniel Fenton died again at the age of fifteen. Killed by pride and hatred and ignorance.

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Jasmine Fenton knew her brother was going to die. She felt it in her yet-to-form core.

And as she watched her parents go on like nothing she said mattered, she felt herself break.

She didn’t want to lose her baby brother, contacting the Justice League just put her on a wait list, Danny didn’t have time to wait.!

So Jasmine Fenton stood on shaking legs and marched down into her parents basement and opened the ghost portal.

She took a breath, a chance,

and made a wish.

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He was resurrected again moments later, brought back with no memories and a brand new, inky black, galaxy dusted core.

Good thing the doctors and Mr. Luthor were there to help him remember who he was.

[phantoms-world-and-more]

I've seen many posts where Jason dates Jazz and realizes there's something wrong with Danny, but what if it's the other way around?

Danny has been ghosting for a while longer, so he knows better how to hide the effects, Jazz who only recently realized he's liminal doesn't do so well.

Then Jason arrives, he met this cute and nice guy who is totally sarcastic but also always willing to help him with a problem, then he meets his sister, who has something strange about her, sometimes her smiles are too big or her shadow moves unnaturally, makes bad love decisions and wants to be a psychologist, cue Jason thinking that Jazz is the second coming of Harley Quinn but more Eldritch

This is amazing!!!

This is kind of an old one because i was away for a while, but thanks for the ask

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Jason had made a new friend (boyfriend if he's lucky)

They met when red hood was on patrol and was going to stop a SA in progress when this lanky bruce adoptee to be stepped in and handed the scumbag his ass on a silver platter

After the kid took care of the girl, called the police and sent them on their way he stayed, turned to where he was perched, smiled and said

"What? Couldn't just do nothing."

Turned and left, leaving jason dumbfounded that this kid could see him, beating up an unexperienced scumbag was one thing finding a highly trained vigilante was something else, looks like this kid is interesting.

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Turns out the kids name is danny and he is awesome!

He's 19, just moved to gothem from some no where town and was studying aerospace engineering, linguistics and chemistry in gothem university.

His mother was a blackbelt and tought him how to put the fear of God in people 6 ways to sunday, he also has a sister whos an arkam asylum phyciatritrist intern

Danny is cool, knowes how to take a joke and can dish it right back out, was goofy and playful compared to the usual seriousness of of the bats, AND HE WAS SASSY

The colourful way he broke down the batfams characters had him cry laughing

When he met Danny in red hood persona he was mostly the same, though jason nearly had a heart attack when danny called him jason in red hood gear, but dannys cool and easy to talk to, they spent the rest of patrol together

Batman showed up wondering why red hood wasn't responding and red hood thought he had to defend danny from the interrogation that was to come...NOPE

The first words out of danny's mouth was

"I've never met a furrie in person, is it difficult to breath wearing the suit"

By the end of the 'conversation' Red hood couldn't move he was laughing so hard oh he couldn't wait to meet his fanily

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Nevermind somethings wrong with jazz

When he met her nothing was wrong per'se but...

she seems nice but her smiles are too wide, too pointy, she moves too stiff and theres something just...off

She made the pit squirm in...not fear or discomfort, more like, she made the pit more agitated, annoyed, angry...thats...never happened before

Then he found out she was having love problems...the last guy she dated ended up in a cutl and was trying to get her to join, and the way she talk about phycology was too...disconnected

Somethings wrong with her

About 2 hours later jason came speeding into the batcave screaming about the next generation of Harley Quin