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queenofthursday6599-blog · 2 years

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Halfa Jazz AU

Except it’s not 16 year old Jazz. No. It’s 14 year old Jazz who gets shocked by the portal.

You see the day after their parents failed to make the portal work, and left 14 year old Jazz to look after 12 year old Danny (and the two friends he’d invited over). Jazz got shocked by the portal and turned into a half-ghost. With Danny, Sam and Tucker as witnesses.

How’d this happen?

Easy. Sam wanted to see the creepy ghost lab she’d heard Tucker talk about at school when talking about going to Danny’s house. She thinks Tucker is exaggerating about how scary it is. Danny, wanting to impress the new friend he’d only had for a bit longer than a month, agrees to sneak her and Tucker down into the basement too look around when his parents were out of the house.

So after the Fenton parents are gone, and Jazz goes to her room to do her homework leaving Danny, Sam, and Tucker alone in the living room to watch cartoons (or so she thought). The three 12 year olds sneak down into the lab to start poking around, as nosy 12 year olds without supervision are wont to do.

While at first the two non-Fenton kids were enthralled by the strange inventions and mysterious substances in tubes, they eventually got bored and less careful. And started messing around. Sam fishes a hacky sack out of her backpack, and starts doing tricks, Tucker makes a bet he can do more tricks than her.

Which escalates to a said hacky sack ending up at the back of the non-functional Fenton portal. And Jazz coming down to check on them and to get a snack, see they’re not in the living room, search the rest of the house, and walk into the basement to see Danny start putting on his hazmat suit to go and fetch a hacky sack.

Which Jazz puts a stop to immediately. Danny is far too young to be climbing around inside their parents’ dangerous inventions, even if they seemingly don’t work. Jazz also knows she can’t leave the hacky sack in the portal because more likely than not her parents will get home, return to their obsession with the portal, try to turn it on, and the hacky sack will catch fire and burn the house down. [Can you tell she’s catastophizing? Cause she is. She lives in the Fenton house, this is her normal setting, and it tends to work out pretty well for her 90% of the time. Things that can go wrong tend to in that house.]

She can’t leave the hacky sack in there, it will inevitably end with them being homeless due to a house fire. She can’t trust her parents to fish it out before they try to start tinkering with the portal again, she knows them too well, so the end result is the same. So the only option is to go in and get it out herself, and then give Danny and his friends a stern talking to about messing around in the lab, and even bringing his friends into the lab in the first place in Danny’s case.

So she puts on her hazmat suit, firmly telling Danny and his friends to stay well away from the portal. And well...

Jazz Fenton was just 14 when she’d entered her parent’s very strange machine and unintentionally opened the door to a world unseen.

Jazz’s ghost hero name is Psyche. Jazz doesn’t intend to become a ghostly superhero, but finds she can’t sit back and do nothing, when the news comes on to tell her that her little brother’s middle school is getting attacked by a giant meat monster.

Psyche has different relationships to the ghostly rogues than Canon!Phantom does.

She’s got a bitter nemesis-ship with Spectra for example. Jazz might have called the ghost psychiatrist an “Unethical Hack” who “Was licenced in the 1800s” and “Thinks the lobotomy is the pinnacle of psychiatric treatment”.

Nocturne is her Ancient/ghostly guardian (in place of how a lot of the phandom sees Clockwork as that for Danny) correlation, due to the connection between dreams and psychology.

Psyche vs Plasmius is truly wild. Because after getting his offer of fatherhood/evil mentor is rejected too many times, Vlad doesn’t try to clone Jazz. No, he kidnaps Danny and attempts to turn him into a halfa.

With the idea being that due to Danny being younger, he’d be more easily influenced. Along with the fact that if Vlad was the first strongest presence Danny’s newly formed ghost core sensed, if Vlad played his cards right, there’s a serious chance Danny’s newly formed child ghost core would imprint on Vlad’s ghostly signature like a baby duckling. Making Vlad his ghostly parent, and giving him significant influence over Danny’s mental state.

I haven’t decided if Jazz manages to stop Vlad in time and rescue Danny. At least, not quick enough to leave him completely human that is.

#danny phantom #halfa jazz au #danny phantom au #DP au Psyche

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thenaphantoms · 1 year

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Ok ok hear me out-- a halfa!Jazz AU where she gets the white stripe

#danny phantom #doodles #jazz fenton #halfa jazz au

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impyssadobsessions · 2 years

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Both Danny and jazz being halfas would be super cool? Like Danny had a accelerated process of becoming one because of the accident while jazz just slowly became one cause they lived in a death house that is slowly contaminating them.

Yess~ Which I made some oneshots where Jazz became one like danny~ And had an idea of her slowly becoming one when they ran off into the ghost zone. But that's a neat idea too~ I think everyone in Fenton household is a little ghostly~ Jazz slowly developing powers and ghostly features like Danny. But doesn;t notice until danny points it out~.

Or when her powers come in to protect her and Danny.

#danny phantom #jazz fenton #danny fenton #halfa jazz au

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not-a-font · 2 years

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Something I find super weird is that despite how much Danny Phantom content exists, there seems to be a sizable lack in Halfa!Jazz AUs.

Which is a big shame because while Danny's obsession is to protect people, Jazz's would definitely be to give everyone therapy.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #phandom #danny phantom au #halfa jazz au #or maybe it's because i haven't actually looked for any #but anyways Danny phantom would be a complete different show if Jazz was the half ghost #like first of all #she has too much sense to keep her first name while running around in her ghost alter ego #and instead of saving people by beating up ghosts she would just stop and give them therapy #i just think I'd be funny

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zylev-blog · 4 months

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Jazz was minding her own buisness when Joker led Batman down the street she was walking down. The group of Gothamites around her started to scatter immediately, but there was chaos and confusion about which way to go. Joker used this chaos to his advantage and pulled out a grenade.

“You can catch me, or you can save them. Make your choice, Batsy!” Joker cackled as he pulled the pin on the grenade and threw it into the crowd of civilians.

Batman lunged for the grenade, but Jazz was closer. She didn’t know what motivated her to grab the grenade in her hands, but she scooped it up and clamped her fingers around it just as it exploded.

“No!” Batman grunted.

Luckily for Jazz and the crowd, the explosion was contained in her hands and nobody was harmed. Unluckily for Jazz, both Joker and Batman were now staring at her.

“I can explain.” She said lamely, but the silence stretched on several seconds. She had no explanation. Deciding to pull a Danny, she put the shrapnel into Batman’s hand and ran.

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc writing prompt #dp dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #dp crossover #halfa jazz #jazz is a halfa #jasmine fenton #Batman #joker #dpxdc prompts #dpxdc #dcxdp

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hugsandchaos · 1 day

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Danny Phantom: Well, ten years have passed and I feel the same way, Jazz.

Jazz-O’-Lantern: You still wanna sleep on a nebula?

Danny Phantom: Yes, Jazz, thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about sleeping on a nebula.

#danny phantom #danny phantom jazz #halfa jazz AU #potential adopted Danny #space obsession #adopted Danny

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kobol1 · 1 year

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Here's some cute Danny is Jazz's clone Au fluffiness. And if you want you can read this hc for some context. :D

It's the first mother's day since Jazz and Jason gained full custody of Danny and Ellie and Danny continues with his tradition of giving Jazz a mother's day card.

"Hey Jazz, happy mothers day! Here's your card because you're my MOM, uh I mean you're such a MOM!" Danny laughed nervously handing Jazz her card. His cheeks flushed green in embarrassment at his slip-up.

Jazz pulls her little brother into a bone-crushing hug. "Awwww Danny thank you."

"Uh um sorry about calling you mom, ah it's just my core recognizes your ecto-signature as a mother figure I guess." Danny mumbles in embarrassment to Jazz's shoulder.

"Oh sweetheart, of course, it does your made from me, you're my clone, I practically raised you and it probably doesn't help that I have full custody of you now and you don't have to say sorry." Jazz purrs happily as she shifts into her ghost half.

Danny follows suit and shifts into Phantom. Jazz pulls him up into the air with her laying on her back and Danny tucked against her side with his head laying over the spot where her core is, listening to her happy purrs.

Danny sighs and also lets out his happy purrs. "Uh, Jazz would it be okay if I called you mom?" "I mean uh when we are in our ghost halves, uh it just feels right in my core." Danny nervously rambles on.

Jazz lets out a happy chirp, her core filling with joy at Danny's question. "Yes of course you can call me mom Danny." Jazz answers carding her claws through his hair.

Danny relaxes with his eyes half closed. "It's just ever since you first transformed into your ghost half, I've had this instinct or feeling in my core and I didn't know what it was. And when we first learned that I was cloned from you it just clicked." Danny mumbles.

"Same here sweetheart. It just clicked together, it was like my core knew all along," Jazz replied.

Jazz starts humming a song that she would hum to Danny when he was younger. She looks down at him smiling.

Then there was the sound of a camera going off. Jazz and Danny both startle at the sound. Jason and Ellie are standing in the doorway to the living room. "Oops I thought I had turned off the shudder sound on my phone." Jason says.

Ellie goes to place the food they had left to go pick up on the dining room table. "Okay gramps you must be getting forgetful in your old age," Ellie says laughing at Jason.

"Gramps? Hey I'm not that old!" Jason replied

Ellie just sticks out her tongue at him.

Jazz and Danny both roll their eyes at them and float down to the table to join the two of them. Jazz couldn't have asked for a better mother's day then the one she was having right now.

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pencil-for-a-dog · 2 years

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The best thing he can do.

Summary: Jazz and Danny argue about her last decision.

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton

Tags: Little angst I think, Halfa! Jazz, Au Danny Fenton is an overprotective brother, and older in this au, Fentons are not good parents, But Danny and Jazz are the best siblings, ooc bc Au and I don't know how to write, this came out as a fever dream i think, mention of Arkham, implied crossover (DCU), I have no beta for this, or knowledge of English, I'm not a native speaker. Drabble. I can't name things.

Words: 858

Notes: The idea, sketchs and more sketchs.

[AO3]

Jazz is not going to do an internship is going to work

Jazz could be the most mature girl he knows and the best little sister in the world, but she is going to give him a heart attack, seriously.

Look, Daniel Fenton, a.k.a Danny Fenton, is not a overprotective older brother, he just development the right amount of anxiety, protectiveness and instincts that comes with growing up in a house with two obsessive and kinda negligent scientist, a lot of dangerous chemicals around and a little sister who was supposed to be the normal one but she became a Halfa, fights with this white ghost dude, this definitely-not-a-therapist, this green and white techno ghost, this white and suspicious organization-

Huh, maybe white is the true color of evil.

But that's not the point.

THE POINT IS, Danny is NOT overprotective, he just cares a lot about his sister, maybe more than what he should, and she is on her way to give him the most spectacular heart attack in the history of humanity.

"YOU ARE GOING TO WHAT-" He yelled as he aggressively stood up, calling the attention of his co-workers. He didn't noticed it.

"Shhh, Danny! Low your voice!" A nervous voice said through his phone.

He took some breaths before he sat down again, this was unbelievable, truly unbelievable.

"Jazz" He started, quieter and more serious than his exalted tone from before "You can't do that"

Maybe it was because of the way he said it, maybe it was because they were arguing a lot, maybe it was the subject finally sinking into her brain, but the silence was the only thing he received from the other side.

He didn't know what to do, what to say, and he didn't have a chance before she speaked again.

"I'm legally an adult, Danny" she declared in an unexpressive note.

Danny felt cold.

("That's not an excuse" Everyone said "They may be adults but they didn't make good decisions"

" They should be there for you two"

"We're fine" He said

The sad look on their face said everything and nothing at the same time.

Danny knows they aren't fine)

"That doesn't mean a s- that doesn't mean anything Jazz!" Suddenly, he felt more conscious of where he was, as every time their parents appeared in the conversation, either directly or indirectly. After a brief look at the environment he started to cover his mouth with his hand, to hide what he says from his co-workers.

"Yes, it does" She cut him "That means I can do my own decisions without asking anyone and you can't force me to leave it Danny"

"But Jazz! It's Arkham! I'm not letting you go to Arkham to be the newest toy for those psycho- criminals!" He whispered in an aggressive way. The eyes on him never were for good reasons but he couldn't care less at this moment.

"I know what I'm doing!"

"It doesn't look like that-!"

"IT FEELS RIGHT, OK?" She screamed to interrupt him "It... It just feels right" her whisper was devastating for Danny, she was desperate, vulnerable

"Jazz..." He didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything else, she needs to explain to him, to make him understand and Danny understands it, it's about her and he must hear her reasoning to do that.

"It's just... I want to help, I need to help, to protect" There was no noise in any of the sides, but it wouldn't mattered anyways, they were in their own world of words "You... You wouldn't understand it Danny but I NEED this, I'm dead to a certain point, I'm connected to life through an obsession, a thought, this might be the best chance I have to have a nice life."

"... Stills Arkham, Gotham"

"Danny... Please, I need to"

He took a breath as he pushed down his frustration. He doesn't want to accept it but she's right, she is an adult who should make her own decisions even though they are going to bite her later. Even though she's too young, too dreamy, his baby sister had to grow up. Fast. Faster than any kid. Faster than anyone he knew. Faster than himself. Even though he made everything he could to avoid it.

He sighed. He doesn't want her to do this but, what can he do when he knows she would do it no matter what he does or says?

Inhale. Exhale.

"I still doesn't like it" Was said anyways "but I know you, Jazz, and I know I can't do anything when you're that determined"

Inhale. Exhale.

"Thanks big bro" the relief and the happiness in her voice were evident. Danny smiled. Shakily but smiled.

He knows the best he can do is support her. Be there for her.

To catch her whenever she falls. To help her to learn from her mistakes.

And she usually can handle herself, she's intelligent and a Halfa.

He knows that.

But he couldn't get the feeling of failing her (over and over again) away from his chest.

He thinks he will learn to live with it one day. Someday. (He know he won't)

But if he starts to make regular visits, then it's not his fault.

#Danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #My writing #my fanfic #Halfa!Jazz Fenton #halfa jazz au #older!danny fenton #older brother Danny Fenton #more tags above #light angst #bad parents Maddie and Jack Fenton #mention of Arkham #implied crossover DCU #said death or dead like once #but this phandon is about a dead kid #so...

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puppetmaster13u · 9 months

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Another de-aged Danny au, but he's with Dan & Ellie & Jazz as well.

Jason has like just arrived back to Gotham, caused chaos in the underbelly due to well, 8 heads in a duffle bag, and is just starting his takeover of Crime Alley. It's going good, great even! And then he busts some sort of gang or smuggling ring run by people in white suits and there's... holy shit why do these four toddlers have Lazarus eyes?!

Is that a lab?! And Lazarus waters?! Jason might be a bit mad but he's not an asshole, he's not going to just leave these kids here to the streets. He can't just take them to the Batclan either, and as much as he begrudgingly trusts Talia, he sure as fuck doesn't trust Ras. Who knows what he'd do to four... what are they, pit-kids?

Now he's juggling his whole revenge-thing, running a criminal empire, taking over Gotham's underbelly, and being a single dad. At least the goonion seems to be down for helping, seeing as he's making Crime Alley safer...? .... Fuck he needs some proper sleep

#Jason adopts the Fenton Siblings Au #de-aged phantom #dcxdp #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jordan fenton #dan fenton #dani fenton #ellie fenton #prompts #Dan & Jazz are somewhere between 5 to 6 #Ellie & Danny are closer to like 3 or 4 #Jason now has 4 baby eldritch toddlers to care for #even more hilarious when he breaks into another GIW lab and finds another pair of kids #This uh #might be a problem #He's not becoming Bruce is he???#he definitely doesn't find lil bby liminals sam and tucker nope #The phantom siblings: Another halfa???#One whose not a fruitloop???#New dad they guess #Gotham is happy their lil red knight has his own lil haunt of ghostlings #Some of the goonion might get more liminal #Jason definitely gives off uncanny valley vibes #He's crime alley's reaper and angel all into one #Batfam can't get info on this new player because nobody is talking #They don't want the kids to be at risk #or for batman to steal them #Jason: Huh I would have thought Bruce would be giving more trouble...#Goonion: :)

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spacedace · 9 months

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Reluctant War AU Part 2

Part One

...I ended up writing more for that Reluctant War AU...Like. Wrote this before work and started on part 3 with plans for part 4 more.

this was supposed to just be a brain worm what happened (also thank you @catastrophic-crow for the AU name <3 <3 <3 Also, also: welcome to the cult of Ancient of the Speedforce Elle! Membership includes nonsense, shenanigans and chaos haha)

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Every corner haunted by death and tragedy.

Every street stained red at least once in its many years.

Every dark shadow holding the faint shadows and shades of the dead.

Gotham was, before all else, a grave yard.

Jason had known that his entire life. Every kid born and raised in the Alley did. Death came fast to Gotham’s streets. Especially for those the rest of the city turned its back on. He did his best to lighten the reaper’s load when it came to the people that called Crime Alley home. Well, mostly. He’d certainly added names to old Death’s list before, when the occasion called.

When the armies of the dead descended upon Gotham, the only surprise Jason could feel was that those white wearing pieces of shit had dared to try and hunker down in his city.

It was a sentiment shared by most of Gotham’s fine citizens. By the city itself - herself? Something to ask later, if there was a later - even if the impossible, living shadow that rose up out of Gotham’s many dark corners was anything to go by. He knew, almost instinctively, that the entity - skin of cracked pavement, mouth a bridge suspended too wide across the face, eyes of CCTV camera lenses and body built brick by grimy, bloody brick of the sharp skyline - was Gotham. Not a ghost but something bigger, greater. Something awfully, terribly alive in all its horrible, noble glory. His city, manifest in the shape almost human beneath the green glow of the torn apart sky above.

Phantom’s armies arrived without warning as they had everywhere else, and their enemies poured out in unforgivably unmarred white suits to meet them. Horrible and garish against the Gotham streets. How they’d ever managed to slink by unnoticed while being so blatantly, clearly not of Gotham Jason wasn’t sure he’d ever know.

If either side thought this would be like the battles they fought before, they were mistaken.

Gotham was a place for Ghosts.

A place the dead piled up, lingered well beyond their deaths. A place where the rules were different from everywhere else in the world. Where crime was rampant and chaos reigned but at the end of the day people said their thanks that they were born to this hellhole and not so cursed to call anywhere else in the world home.

The dead came to fight

And Gotham, a thing so alive it was sickening to look upon, rose up to fight right along side them all.

The agents were ready and prepared for the incursion of the dead. It’d been two weeks since the first volley of attacks. Two weeks spent shoring up defenses and ramping up weapons and strategizing ways to kill what was already dead. They were, as best as they were able to be considering how endless the armies that came for them, prepared.

They weren’t prepared for Gotham.

Weren’t prepared for the city itself to rise up and take spectral, eldritch shape. Jagged building spire and shattered glass teeth bared in a snarl that spanned miles. Screaming rage in a voice made of gunfire and the concussive boom of explosions and the shrieks of a furious crowd.

Weren’t prepared for its people to ignore the gentle ushering of the dead trying to push them away to safety and instead press forward to fight shoulder to shoulder with the ghostly armies.

Weren’t prepared to have brick and bottles and trash and debris rain down upon them from the jeering living. Weren’t prepared for dirty faced children with hard eyes to light up rags stuffed into chipped beer bottles filled with gas and kerosene and throw them with more speed an accuracy than any professional baseball player. Weren’t ready for Gotham’s motley crew of terrifying Rogues to band together with the citizens they so often accosted and worried and bring down wave after wave of chaos and Goons.

Weren’t prepared for Red Hood to swap out his rubber bullets for the real deal and start mowing the fuckers in white down, his own crew at his back, the rest of the Outlaws on their way.

The Justice League was trying to find a peaceful resolution. Trying to play go between to the US Government and the infinite dead. Too wound up in US politics to side with the dead outright, too disgusted by what the American government had done to ever want to stand with them. All it had gotten them was spun wheels and confusion and the slow creeping realization that the time to try and play negotiators had well passed.

Red Hood wasn’t a member of the Justice League.

He had no obligation to try and find a way to talk things out.

What he had was a grave he’d dug his way out of, enough ammunition to arm a sizable country, and a burning need to make things right.

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts, and Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

Haunting the streets he’d survived as a child, the city he protected as Robin, the family he’d loved and lost a thousand and one times before and after his death.

The sky cracked open above his home, and it was not an invading army that came rushing out but a native one. Friends, neighbors, strangers on the street you caught from the corner of your eye. The people of Gotham knew their own and fought for them. Only Gotham was allowed to fucked with Gotham and they’d been screwed over enough by the government themselves to know what side they were on.

He lifted his guns and fired, teeth bared in vicious satisfaction beneath his helmet as white was splattered bright red.

A hissing electric whine of a weapon, a flash of green from the edge of his vision.

“Down!”

He was thrown bodily to the cracked and ruined street beneath him, the body shielding him warm and living as one of the agent’s weapon fired a blast of energy right where he’d been a second before. He’d seen that same weapon reduce one of the raging dead to dripping green and screams of agony the dead should not be capable of making.

Before he could shove himself up and respond in kind, the body above him was in motion and the air above him cracking with the snapping-popping-roar of a gun of a much higher power than even what he had. The fucker in white that had shot at him dissolved into a mist of red viscera, body seizing and shuttering in the briefest moment it had before it was obliterated completely.

“Watch yourself.” He looked up - and up - and wondered at the lovely, fierce face he found staring down at him. “Even without shooting at them you’re Liminal enough to trip their sensors.”

She was tall enough to be an amazon, six inches in height on him at least. Body strong beneath the pitch black armor she work - as deep and dark as the depths of space, etched with starlight, a familiar crest upon her chest in the dizzying burst of a supernova - she held herself with confidence. Strands of hair the color of a warning sunrise escaped out from beneath the helm she wore, bright against her pale skin, warming the glass-sharp teal eyes that had pinned him in place.

The hand not holding the gun she’d just used to delete the asshole that had just tried to shoot him - a strange, impossible thing that made him taste lightning at the back of his throat to look at it - stretched out to help him up.

He accepted it.

Something pulsed to life in his chest. A piece forgotten where it’d been left behind, half buried in grave dirt and broken pieces of a casket he’d clawed his way out of. It burned like a hot coal in his chest, froze him with the same aching cold of a blizzard, crackled his nerves to life with lightning even as his brain popped and fried with the same sizzling energy.

On his feet, hair on end and body and Core pulsing with the need to fight, to rend and tear and scream for all done to him, his people, his home, he met the eyes of the woman before him. Her cool gaze softened, just a moment, just a second as she seemed to realize what had happened. Her hand, lighter than the armor she wore should allow it to be, tightened on his just a moment, mouth tilting from determined frown to soft understanding.

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

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Part Three

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #jason todd #jazz fenton #GIW #reluctant war au #ghost zone goes to war #ghost king danny #liminal jazz #halfa jason #sorta kinda #he's waking up alright #anger management #if you squint but if i do end up writing even more of this it'll be a thing lol #spirit of gotham #gotham spirit #eldritch gotham spirit #tw death #tw violence #implied gore #gothamites take one look at the GIW and are like: yup time to fuck some bitches up #the entire city has been itching for a chance to fight the US government after all the times they got cut off after a disaster #ghosts are trying to evacuate them and they're like: Nah we're good #Gotham Girl Scouts get badges for making molotov cocktails and knife fighting you can't convince me otherwise #Outlaws are gonna show up to find Jason has somehow collected yet another tall red head that can kick his ass #They're convinced he has the world's most specific meta ability with how many he ends up running around with #Bruce in mid convo w/ Waller trying not to kill her suddenly has his *one of my kids is Up To Something* senses go off

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