#BatFam watching these two be dorks in love at a distance like:

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I love the idea that Jazz is 100% aware of what Danny is doing, or even that Jason (as Red Hood) approached her about it when he heard Danny was asking around looking for jobs.

Because at first Jason was just checking in on them, from a distance. Keeping an eye on them and making sure no one gave them a hard time or any of the people they're so clearly trying to hide from show up.

But then he catches Jazz creeping out to the roof one night while Ellie and Danny are sleeping, taking a moment to herself where they won't hear her cry because she's doing everything she can and she doesn't regret it for a second but it's a lot of weight on her shoulders trying to balance it all. Danny and Ellie need her strong, need her certain and focused and to always have a plan be it for running from the GIW or scraping together enough money for rent.

And she's *exhausted*

And Jason isn't a creep, he hasn't been stalking them - at least by Bat standards - but he has been keeping an eye out and he doesn't *know* them but he's picked things up. From his check ins, from what other people say. The Nightingales are good people, kind people, dealt a shitty hand and getting through it all by the skin of their teeth.

So he takes a breath and a chance and joins her on the roof, awkward but trying as he asks if she's okay.

He should have thought twice about dropping down without warning or Tim's casual mentioning that she was armed during her interview a few weeks back. Stupid, but he wasn't really thinking and well at least she wasn't crying anymore - mostly because she was glaring down at him from where she'd handed him his ass while holding a gun to his chest, but he'd take what he could get.

Besides it was kinda cute when she realized just who she'd pinned to the gravel roof below her and went bright red and started to stutter in embarrassment, apologizing like crazy as if Jason wasn't the total idiot of this situation.

They spent a good hour just sitting and talking after that.

It was...easy. Comfortable in a way he wasn't used to conversations being. They talked siblings and responsibilities and the weight of taking care of the people you love and bad adaptations of their favorite books.

It became a routine.

A couple times a week they met on the rood and talked. Sometimes she'd bring up tea or coffee for them to sip on, she was always respectful of the mask. He'd swing by and grab them snacks and they'd eat while sharing pieces of their day.

When he heard that her brother had been ducking his head into places, looking for a job to try and lighten his sister's load well. He had an idea. Not one that he was willing to put into motion without her blessing though.

She sighed when he told her, leaning tiredly against his side as she pulled his jacket around herself a little tighter - the wind was biting up on the rooftops, and Jason has learned some amount of manners from Alfred over the years. He wasn't just going to leave a lady to shiver when he had a perfectly comfortable jacket to offer.

(Jazz never did bring a coat up with her for these talks. Jason never mentioned it either.)

"Is that why he's been studying so hard?" She leaned her head against his shoulder and Jason was helpless to do anything but settle an arm around her shoulders. For reassurance. And nothing else. "I thought he was finally getting excited about school again."

"Could be both." He offered, chest warm at the thankful smile she turned up at him. "Would you be okay with him working at my shop? I can have the guy running it say the position was filled if not, push him back to sticking to school."

Jazz gave a wry laugh. "Like it'd be that easy." She shook her head, smile fond and a touch exasperated at the same time. "No, if he doesn't work there he'll find somewhere else. Knowing our luck he'd end up accidentally working for a Rogue or something." Her smile lost the exasperation as she looked at him, the fondness only warmed. "If you're okay with it, I'd like him to work there. I feel better knowing you'll be keeping an eye out for him."

A few weeks later when Danny came storming triumphantly into the back office where Jason had been swearing his way through receipts it it was with his official paperwork in hand ready and excited for thr job that was still open for him.

He heard about how excited the kid was later that night, curled up against the Gotham chill on what had quickly become his favorite rooftop.

He would have done it anyway, Danny was a good kid. Bright and good hearted with a blind determination to help his loved ones that could easily get him in trouble in a place like Gotham. Jason made a point of looking after all the kids in the Alley and making sure they had someone watching their back.

He couldn't lie and say that the bright, sweet smile and the warm arms that wrapped around him in a hug didn't hurt though.

prompt 15.08 - Love and Protect

Tim sighs and stretches his arms. One more interview and it's over for today. The last interview for the day is with one Jazz Nightingale, a psychology major.

"So, why did you apply for the Martha Wayne Scholarship?"

...

She's an interesting person. A small town girl with good grades and impressive resume. Yet she's alert as any other batkid - her eyes scan the room, and he's pretty sure she's armed.

Interesting.

They finish the interview, and as they shake hands, she freeze and then start running away.

Interviews ARE stressful, but usually people don't come out running. He check the security feed, trying to follow her, and find a strange scenario:

There's a a small girl in a pink dress, seating on the floor and crying as she hold some stuffed animal (wait... is it a ghost?)

Bruce kneeling by her, quietly trying to question her about her family.

"GET AWAY FROM HER, FRUITLOOP!" Is suddenly ahout as Jazz enter the screen and pick up the crying toddler.

"What happened, dear? Where's your brother?"

"mommy," The toddler start crying louder. "I wake up and you are not home. I think they take you and they cut you and-"

"hush, hush, honey. I'm here. I'm safe". Jazz says as she hold the kid tightly.

.....

Or: Ellie was captured and vivisactwd for a short tet traumatic time. She still has nightmares.

As a way to keep her from melting, CW got her to be around 4/5 years old, and the kids run away.

The Nightingales move to Gotham. Danny (16), his older sister Jazz (19) and her daughter Ellie (5).

The bats find about them as Jazz apply for scholarship.

There identities are fake, but they seem to be under some kind of wetness protection.

(there aren't many reasons that leave a single mom teen and her younger brother in witness protection).

The bats have their theories. Red Hood try to check from time to time about them.

Shenanigans happen.

[I go with anger managment. But I ALWAYS go with AM]

[ranger-jedi-knight]

I Was Lost Until I Found You. Part 1

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22340749/chapters/53368603

Ok, so I fell in love with another ship. This baby of an OC, named Xander, is just a lovable dork that all my friends on discord loved seeing be with Damian. Then I thought about how cute theyd be with Mari n this happened. So I just had to write it. So I hope you enjoy seeing the three together yourselves. I had fun writing it!(next fic will just be Xander n Dami)

P.S. Xander and Damian are the same age, just Xander is a few months older than Damian. Mari is a year younger than them.

When Xander was 14, he discovered he had two soulmates. He learned it by finding something from his new, in a sense, soulmate. He knew it was from them cause it wasn’t something the other lost usually. His first soulmate usually lost pens, notes, and the like. Not that. Underneath his bed was a knife, and it wasn’t a kitchen knife.

It was a dagger.

Something used to hurt and kill.

That wasn’t something his, now known to be French, soulmate lost. Seeing the knife freaked him out. He lost it pretty quickly after that since he didn’t want to have to explain it to his sisters.

Right now though, he wished he had kept the dagger. In front of him was Joker in all his clown glory. Xander was worried, the clown was walking toward him and he knew that meant trouble. He couldn’t fight Joker himself, he was defenseless. He tripped going backward and Joker’s smile grew bigger. Xander looked around and found a Batarang, he was really glad that the Batfam lost one. He picked it up and threw it at Joker.

Joker grunted when it hit him in the stomach, but didn’t react in any other way. He pulled out some cards and Xander scrambled back. He could hear sirens in the distance getting closer, but he knew they would be too late. He was alone with Joker. He had no one to help him. He scrambled backwards, and stumbled up to his feet. Joker laughed as he prepared to throw his cards.

The police and batfamily arrived just in time to see Joker launch the cards. Xander raised a hand out to them.

They rushed forward.

But they could only watch as the cards flew towards him.

Only watch as Xander jerked as the cards hit. A chocked out shout left him. He was mid-stride when they hit. He fell to the ground as Joker laughed maniacally behind him. His vision was blurry. He could feel a card dig into his neck. He reached a hand out toward the bat family. To his sister with the officers.

“Xander!” Alya shouted and went forward but Nightwing stopped her. “Let me go! He needs me!” she shouted, tears going down her cheeks. She could only watch as Xander look at her before his hand and head drop back onto the ground, not a sound leaving him. “No! Xander, please!” she shouted and cried. The other members went forward to attack Joker while Nightwing stayed with her and hugged her, keeping her away from Joker.

“No!” everyone was confused at her shout. Joker was tied up, still smiling. They looked back and were shocked. Nightwing was looking around confused while Alya was on her knees sobbing, right where Xander was.

Was.

The only thing that remained was one of Joker’s cards. Xander’s body was nowhere to be found.

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Damian Wayne knew he had two soulmates since he was with the League. He just wasn’t allowed to keep anything. When he moved in with Bruce, he got to keep the things he found. He got to keep the sparkly pens his french soulmate lost. He got to keep the mechanical pencils, little doodles, and little trinkets his other soulmate lost.

He felt his breath catch as he stepped into the dining room for breakfast. His family turned to him worried. They watched as he picked up a familiar teal sweatshirt. Damian turned it to look at the back and he swallowed the lump in his throat. The back was covered in blood and had holes in it. “I....I need air,” he said walking outside still holding the sweatshirt. He leaned against the railing, the sweatshirt laid across it next to his arm.

Alfred walked outside and placed a hand on his back. “I’m sorry you found out like this, Master Damian,” Alfred said and Damian nodded.

“Yeah. I just....how do I tell our other soulmate what happened?” he asked and Alfred hummed at that.

“I’m not sure, Master Damian. But, I can fix and wash this for you,” he said picking up the sweatshirt and Damian nodded.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Damian whispered and Alfred nodded.

“Of course. Why don’t you eat something? I’m sure your family will want you to be strong as you look for him,” Alfred replied in the doorway and Damian gave a nod, the barest of smirks on his face.

“Of course,” he replied.

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Mari stared in horror as a bloody shirt appeared on her desk in class. Everyone was looking, equally scared and sympathetic. Even Lila, the girl that vowed to make her life hell, was sympathetic. Alya and Nino led Mari out of the room while Adrien took a plastic bag from the teacher and put the shirt in it. They then cleaned the desk so that when Mari came back calmer, she wouldn’t panic.

Mari was pale when they came back in. She barely restrained herself from shaking. Ms. Bustier nodded and Adrien grabbed their things along with the bag and took her home. Where a note then appeared on the table saying what happened, from her other soulmate.

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After a year and a half since Xander disappeared, Damian found something that wasn’t from their french soulmate. But it was something that didn’t reassure him. He took a picture of it and lost it quickly, knowing what would happen if he didn’t. He also put on a note in french in case it went to their french soulmate. Once that was done he went to find his family. They were in the kitchen making a cake for Alfred’s birthday. He handed his phone with the picture pulled up already.

“Is that...?” Tim asked, trailing off and Damian nodded. “But how?” Damian glared at the ground.

“Xander lost it, that’s how. The League took him,” Damian said and a snap rang out. Jason dropped the broken spoon he was holding.

“I thought we were fucking done with them,” he growled out and Damian shook his head.

“Apparently not,” Damian said.

“Done with who?”

They turned and saw Jason’s soulmate, who also happens to be Xander’s sister, waiting in the doorway. She was holding a bag of cake decorating items. She set the bag onto the counter and pushed back her red bangs and looked at the phone Jason was holding. “What’s with the dagger?” they all shared a look.

“That was...lost by Xander. He was taken by....by mother,” Damian said slowly and watched as Lana leaned against the counter, her mouth opening and closing as what he said sunk in.

“Will...do you…” she tried asking a question but couldn’t get the right words out. She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked at Damian. “Do you think he’ll make it?” she finally asked as Jason set a hand on her shoulders.

“I’m not sure. We can only hope,” Damian said and Lana nodded at that.

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Xander gripped his head with a groan and stumbled into a wall. There were shouts. French. Hands. Hands were over him. He knocked away all the hands that were touching him and slid to the ground. He blinked several times, clearing his vision, his hearing was buzzing, nothing truly making sense. But he slowly regained function in seeing and hearing.

“-he’s wearing strange clothing. Where’s he from?” a boy asked.

“He has weapons on him! He’s a mercenary!” a girl said fearfully.

“Hey! Stop it. We don’t know if he can understand us. Not to mention, he doesn’t seem aware of where he is either!” a girl said. He looked up and saw a petite french girl with blue-tinted hair standing in front of him. Her hands on her hips as she scolded the classroom.

“He’s a danger! Why would you protect someone like him, Marinette? Oh wait, I know why. You’re his soulmate!” a girl with sausage hair cried and people started glaring at the girl defending him. Marinette, the name fit her.

“Of course your soulmates with a dangerous person. It fits,” Alya spat glaring at her ex-friend.

“We don’t know anything about him, Lila, Alya. We shouldn’t assume anything. What if he’s a hunter? Or perhaps he uses those to defend himself from threats? Hmm? Who knows where he came from,” Marinette said.

“I don’t even know where I came from,” Xander replied back softly in french and the class looked at him shocked. Marinette kneeled beside him.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I....I was taken from my home, I think. Everythings...fuzzy. Bad people took me. I...I remember a name, Nanda Parbat. But I don’t...I don’t know what or where that is,” he said, his brow furrowed in confusion and frustration. People around the classroom looked sad at that. “Where am I? What’s the year?”

“You’re at Collège Françoise Dupont, in Paris, France. Your name is Xander, isn’t it?” she asked and Xander nodded slowly. “You...you disappeared two years ago. Two years ago today, your bloody shirt, this one to be exact,” she pointed to the shirt she was wearing, it was his, she fixed up the holes, “appeared before me. Our other soulmate found your sweatshirt,” she explained softly. The class looked shocked at that. To learn this teen, who appeared out of nowhere, wearing strange clothes and carried weapons, was the same teen that lost the bloody shirt. They watched his face fall as he learned that. It turned pained then turned to confusion. “What?” she asked softly.

“I-I don’t understand. I-I remember that day. I...I should be dead. Joker killed me. I know it,” he said and that had the class gasping.

“Ms. Bustier, can I take him to my grandfather? He’d be able to help,” Mari asked and Ms. Bustier nodded.

“I’ll help,” Adrien said gathering all their stuff and walking behind Mari as she helped Xander up and lead him out. They soon reached Master Fu’s place and entered. Fu looked at them confused as they brought in a confused teen.

“Master, he’s my soulmate. But,” she trailed off and he nodded.

“I feel it too. Come, sit down,” Fu said and Xander nodded and sat down in front of Fu. “I feel the twisted magic of the Lazarus Pit on you. You must have been revived using it. But it’s left a twisted and corrupt aura on you. We’re lucky it hasn’t messed with your mind much yet. We can heal you of this aura,” Fu explained and Xander nodded. Fu then had him lay down on a mat and began working. “Marinette, you need to become Ladybug to purify it,” Fu said and Marinette glanced at Tikki who nodded. She transformed and Adrien stood back with Plagg and Wayzz, watching them work.

Once they’re done, Xander is sitting again but is gripping his hair. Mari’s transformation drops and she pulls Xander to her. “What do you remember?” she asked and Xander gasps as tears fall.

“I hurt so many people. I’ve dont so many horrible things when I was with them,” he gasped out and Mari shushes him gently.

“It’s ok. You had no choice. We don’t blame you,” she whispered.

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For a month since Xander returned, he’s stayed with Mari and her family to heal. She told their other soulmate he was ok now. She was told that his sisters were grateful to know that. He went to class with Mari and Adrien and Chloe. But they soon learned he didn’t need it since he was ahead of them. He could technically be transferred into Luka’s class, but he didn’t want to. He’d rather stay in the same class as his soulmate. She helped him stay calm when he had panic attacks.

Which were sadly, pretty often. But that was because of Lila. She would lie about her soulmate and bring things up that Xander asked not to around him. But Lila didn’t care. And Ms. Bustier didn’t try stopping her even though she can see how Xander reacts.

But thankfully, with Xander’s help, they take Hawkmoth done at the end of the month. After that, Xander, Mari, and Adrien all moved to Gotham. Chloe would follow soon after. Everyone at the airport was tearing up at seeing Xander hug his sisters tightly, all three crying and falling to the ground. Most everyone in Gotham knew of how he disappeared.

After that, they took him to see, meet really, his other soulmate, Damian Wayne. They reached Wayne Manor and standing outside waiting, was the Wayne family. Mari led Xander over to Damian with a smile when the exited the car. “Xander, this is our other soulmate, Damian,” she said and Xander smiled.

“Hey,” he replied.

“I’m glad you’re safe. I was worried when I learned of where you were,” Damian said and he nodded at that. Mari pulled them into a hug. She could see Damian wanted to, but was hesitant. Damian wrapped his arms around the two and pulled them as close as possible.

Ok, so. This happened. This was cute. But man, damnit, I was tryin to do funny/cute all the way. But my friends got me in an angsty mood. But, I hope you liked it. The next chap WILL be an alternate of pure hilarity and cuteness between the three ok? Cause I was really wanting to do that with this type of soul bond. See ya soon! -Love Willa<3<3<3