#Everyone say “Thank you NayNay!” for all her hard work ;)

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Jazz feels a migraine coming on. 

She rubs her temples, trying to breathe slowly and deeply. 

It was typical of Danny to dump problems on her, and being in their ~30s did not change that. 

She knew that the field trip was a bad idea! They were toddlers for Ancient’s sake, the whole point of this program was to help the more Liminal children grow into their erstwhile powers so that they could hide.

Not get rowdy at the Metropolis Art Museum and get caught by a meta working for the government!

She also strongly suspected that the meta in question was actually not a meta at all but an alien. Specifically Superman. 

Seriously, seriously, glasses and a hunch for a disguise? How did that even work?

Though, considering Danny’s disguise was white hair and being dead maybe she shouldn’t judge. 

In her defense, those are way more compelling of an argument than glasses and ill fitting suits. 

At least the NDAs were solid, and the Justice League wouldn’t come raining down on them. The GIW was already a handful to deal with and they were mostly incompetent. Hopefully they don’t give any reason for Superman to inform his buddy Batman about them. 

A knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts, and she took a deep breath before pasting on a professional smile. 

“Come in!” Okay, Jasmine. Meta school. I can do that. In and Out, steady heartbeat. He can hear it. Walk around the truth. 

The door opened, and Superman--Clark Kent walked into her office holding a struggling 3 year old. Presumably, Jon Kent. Cute. 

“Hello, Miss Fenton. Say hello, Jon!” The child in his arms harrumphed, but properly raised his hand with a happy little ‘i!

Clearly, H’s were still a work in progress. 

“Hello Mr. Kent, and hello to you too, Mr. Kent! Are you ready for your first day?” 

“Clark, please. I’m sure Jon wouldn’t mind you using his first name too, isn’t that right champ?” Jon seemed to finally settle in his father’s arms, clutching at the baggy plaid shirt and looking at Jazz confusedly with another i?

Well. We’ll work on that too.

She grabbed a clipboard before directing the Kents out the door, walking down the hall to Danny’s class as Jazz went over the game plan for the day once more.

“As I said when you visited with your wife last week, you’ll be sitting in on Teacher Danny’s class today, for about an hour. You’ll only be joining for circle time, but if necessary he could also join for lunch time right after. We have some extra portions set aside just in case.” They arrived at a bright neon green door that was ajar, one of the only two in the building, decorated with a variety of snowflakes each holding a child’s name. 

Billy’s name was already moved to the door opposite, which boasted large yellow stars instead. At the top of the door was Danny’s name with a little crown sticker pasted over the D. Star’s name on the opposite door had a little Moon over the a and r. 

“Oh no, that’s fine, we’ll be heading straight to Grandma’s after this,” Clark smiled at the doors, seemingly charmed. She smiled and gestured them inside.

“Circle time in our,” she glanced at Jon, “special needs classes are focused specifically on familiarizing the children with their...abilities.” Clark froze for a moment, before nodding at Jazz’s explanation.

“For the most part, we try to encourage the kids to feel safe inside the school, with parents encouraging the same inside their homes. We don’t want to constantly limit them, when it might backfire and cause them to lose control.” That seemed to surprise Clark, which had Jazz smiling a little sadly.

“We don’t want the kids to feel scared of their powers, just to be aware of them. The teachers mostly focus on limiting any possible dangers than the kids using their powers.” 

The room was empty and a little cluttered. A large circular rug with a snowflake pattern lay in the middle of the room, and on one side there was a kitchen-esque counter and sink. On the other side sat a low table with tiny chairs surrounding it. 

“Could you be more specific on what you mean by encouraging the children regarding their abilities?” Clark asked, seemingly a little confused. He set a squirming Jon down near the cubby area, where big colorful bins were filled with a variety of toys.

“Well, mostly when the children exhibit their abilities we don’t scold them or tell them to stop unless it’s dangerous."

There was a door that lead to the outside, the playground area, where the children currently were. Though she could already hear Danny and Star gathering the children to come inside. 

“They’re about to come back in, so you can probably just see for yourself soon enough. It might get a little loud--you said Jon’s hearing was fairly mundane?” Jazz brought up her clipboard to check the freshly printed page listing the children and their known abilities. 

Georgie - Flight. Minor telekinesis. 

Jon - Flight. Advanced Strength. Invulnerability. Possible Heat Vision. 

Jordan - Invisibility. Minor Ecto-manipulation. Possible advanced hearing.

Luna - Intangibility. Advanced Jaw strength. 

Marina - Flight. Esperanto. 

Clark nodded, “So far, it seems to be by normal human standards.” 

“I know it’s only been a week, but per protocol I need confirmation that nothing has changed since the last time we spoke--Kids tend to change quite rapidly at this age, as far as we can tell.” 

“Just one thing--he uh, he fried the shower curtains 2 days ago when he didn’t want to do bath time,” Jon gave a little giggle at that, as if proud. Clark, in contrast, just sighed.

“Ah. The heat vision developed huh?” Jazz chuckled, crossing out the “Possible” on Jon’s power list. Just then, Clark faced the door. A second later it opened to the squeal of children piling in. 

Jordan came barrelling in leading the pack, before abruptly stopping at the sight of them causing Luna and Georgie to crash into him. The three of them tumbled down into a tiny pile of children.

“Aaaand that’s a strike!” Danny chuckles from outside, before stepping in. Little Marina, as always, follows behind him, tugging on his apron strings. 

“Ya’ll okay?” He asks, though the children don’t answer and simply scramble to hide behind him after he closes the door. Marina finally notices the strangers as well, and starts screaming. Right. She doesn’t like men.

Jazz steps in front of Clark, asking him softly if he could put Jon down and kneel onto the carpet for a second, explaining that Marina doesn’t like men.

“Hey hey, whoa it’s okay! Remember what I said this morning? We have a new friend visiting today! That’s just his dad, he’s really nice.” Danny soothes, scooping Marina up and crouching to face the children. 

Marina stops screaming, hiccuping, but she’s mumbling in Esperanto now. Great. It’ll take a while for her to come back from that, but thankfully that’s a Danny problem. 

“They’ll be joining us for circle time, we’re gonna play the name game, remember?” Danny’s soothing must work, because most of the children are clapping their hands and squealing happily, save for Marina. 

Danny ushers the children over to the circle rug, gently placing Marina between Luna and Georgie, and makes his way over to them. 

“Good morning, I’m Teacher Danny! Welcome to the Special Snowflake Class.” Danny winks, shaking Clark’s hand and crouching down to Jon’s eye level. Jon nibbles on his hand, clutching and hiding behind his father’s pant leg with the other. 

“Do you want to come join circle time with us?” Jon looks over at the rug and hesitantly nods. He glances up at his dad, who nods encouragingly, before toddling his way over to a free space between Jordan and Luna on the rug. Danny gets up, grabbing the paper from Jazz and glancing at it. He nods at what he sees and folds the paper into his apron pocket then addresses Clark. 

“Been a while huh, Mr. Kent? Sorry I was so, uh, scattered that day.” 

“No need to apologize, Teacher Danny. I did sort of just drop a bomb on you.” Clark chuckles, waving away his apology.

“Right, well, you can join us on the rug, or you can grab a chair--there’s one folded up in the kitchen area--and sit wherever you like. Participation is entirely optional, though we would prefer you let us handle most of the work so you can see for yourself what and how we do these things. You can totally interact and talk with the other children if you’d like, and feel free to ask me any questions!” Danny explains quickly, waiting for Clark to acknowledge his words. 

“Got it. I don’t think I’ll join the circle, but I can sit on the floor.” Clark says, before both men look at her.

“I’ll join this time Danny, if that’s okay? It’s been a while and this one is a bit of a special case after all.” Danny nods, before they all make their way to the circle rug. 

Clark and Jazz make themselves comfortable on the soft floor outside the rug area as Danny claps his hands to grab the kids attention from where he stands in the space between Georgie and Jordan, closing the circle. 

“Alright, what should we sing today? Let’s sing....bumblebee!” Danny makes his hands into fists, rolling them one over the other, and the kids all copy him. It takes Jon a moment, but he catches on.

“Bumble bee bumble bee can you say your name for me?” Danny sings, before pointing at Jordan. 

“Jordan!” the boy yells, flinging both his hands up. Danny smiles as the children clap, before rolling his fists again.

“Bumble bee bumble bee can you say your name for me?” Danny says again, pointing at Marina. She covers her face with her hands and starts giggling in esperanto, so Danny answers for her.

“Marina! Bumble bee bumble bee can you say your name for me?” He points at Jazz this time, which makes her chuckle before she answers. 

It goes on like that, with each child answering in their own way with Danny filling in any blanks. 

An almost howl-like “Luuuuuna!” for Luna, an excited “Juhji!” for Georgie, an indulgent “Clark!” from Clark, before he points at Jon. 

“Jon!” Jon is bouncing now, except he floats, clapping his hands excitedly. Clark blanches, about to reach over, but Jazz stops him. 

“Uh oh, feet on the floor Jon!” Danny says, with Jordan laughing and falling over. Luna reaches over to tug on Jon’s pants, only for her hand to go through and making her pout. Jordan screeches with more laughter, Georgie and Marina joining in at a lower volume.

Jon looks at Luna very confused, but he at least floats a little closer to the ground. 

“Peepers creepers, peepers creepers,” Danny starts singing, putting his hands over his now glowing eyes and opening them to the tune. “Make sure they don’t glow!”

The kids start following along, though Jordan smacks his face with every excited motion.

“You don’t want the Guys in White to know!” Georgie’s eyes flash brightly, and impressively he manages to stop the glow much faster than usual.

“Stomp your left foot! Stomp your right foot!" Danny then gently stomps his feet to the tune of the song, the kids following along.

"Both feet on the ground!” The kids, including a now not floating Jon, jump down on both feet at the same time as Danny, before he stomps each foot one at a time for the next part.

“Step by step, make sure you only walk around the town!” Danny finishes the little dance with a spin, to which the kids clumsily try to do with varying degrees of success. 

“Good job everyone!” Circle time continues like that, with Danny leading the kids into little songs and dances.

Some of them are classics, like Head-Shoulders-Knees-and-Toes. Some of them are the ones they designed to help the kids keep their abilities on the down low. 

Clark leans over once, to ask about the Guys in White that come up in some of the songs. 

Jazz pauses to think through her answer, because she doesn’t want the Justice League to be involved. They’ve worked hard on their anonymity, incompetent GIW aside, and bringing the attention of Superman is bound to make problems. But what to say? And how to bypass Superman’s lie detecting hearing?

“We have these bad guys in our stories. The Guys in White. It helps introduce the kids to why they have to be careful about hiding their powers. The Guys in White are easily recognizable to the kids because they dress in all white suits. Eventually, as the kids grow older, we’ll start to incorporate other such...stranger danger ideas to them. They’re the...gateway bad guys, if you will.” Jazz says, thinking about the little picture books Sam made for the school with Star’s help. Not a lie. Just not the whole...truth.

Clark thankfully accepts that answer, which makes her significantly relieved. 

Lunch Lady comes in, then, thankfully walking through. When they asked her to provide lunches for the kids, she was more than happy to accommodate their request of walking like a regular human inside the school to encourage the kids to not use their powers that often. Equally thankfully, during the day her green glow isn’t that noticeable; she just looks like a pale old lunch lady.

She drops off the food onto the table, and walks straight out with a smile and a wave to either go back to the Zone or serve Star’s children if she hasn’t already. 

“Alright kids, the food’s here so let’s say goodbye to our new friend Jon!” The kids all wave, even Marina, some even saying a hearty buh-bye Jon!

Clark scoops up Jon when he toddles his way over, and he and Jazz start walking out the door as Danny bids his children to wash their hands.

“That was amazing. I was especially impressed by the feet on the ground song!” Clark is beaming, brushing the hair away from Jon’s eyes. Jazz smiles, proud.

“We’ve worked hard on this program, when we discovered some of our kids were affected by an incident their parents were involved in.” They make their way back to the lobby of the school leisurely, Jon humming and swinging his legs happily. 

“It’s great that you guys have this. It really means a lot to Lois and I. We were struggling quite a bit, since none of us have experience with a toddler having powers like this before...” Clark trails off, sadly. 

“Well, we’re glad to have you here. Part of the reason Danny and I petitioned for this was because Danny didn’t have anyone when his powers manifested. Just his two best friends who were equally out of their depth. We just wanted to make it a little easier on both the parents and the kids.” Jazz admitted, making sure to skirt the hows and whys. 

“That’s very admirable of you. It’s very impressive that you managed to create this program for them. I...I wish I had something like this when my powers manifested.” Clark confesses. 

“Thank you, that’s very nice of you to say.” Jazz smiles proudly, and they arrive outside the school in the drop of zone.

“We’ll see you tomorrow at 7:30am, then? Teacher Star is in charge of drop offs tomorrow, so she’ll walk you through the process before directing you to Danny’s classroom for the first hour.” Clark nods along, adjusting Jon onto his shoulder. 

“After that, we’ll have some paperwork for you to sign. There’s a coffee shop down the road you can wait at for the second hour while we see how Jon is on his own...” Jazz says, offering her usual spiel, before pausing and remembering they live in Metropolis and can get here by flying. 

“Then again, you could just pop back home I suppose.” They both laugh at that.

Clark looks around to see if anybody is around before bidding Jazz a goodbye and just. Flies away. 

She chuckles as she waves, before walking back to her office when they disappear into the sky.

She slumps into her chair, empty clipboard clacking on the desk, and sighs.

This will certainly be interesting, she thinks. A thought suddenly pops up.

Suffering Spooks. She’ll have to make sure Danny makes the ghosts stay away from Amity Park for at least a week.

She wonders if the Observants would consider Danny Royal Decreeing the ghosts away as an abuse of power.

Maybe she could petition the ghosts to hinder the GIW if they make any attempts on the town? Val and Sam seem to have it in hand, but you never know....

Well. It’ll keep ‘em on their toes, at the very least.

Preschool teacher Danny au

Danny takes his class on a field trip to a local museum and makes sure the kids keep a hold of the safety rope. Well things go slightly wrong when one of his students starts floating so he rushes to get him back on the ground which does require a little floating on his part. He thinks no one saw him since they were in a blind spot for the security cameras until he makes eye contact with Clark Kent and is immediately trying to figure out how to bribe a country boy reporter while Clark is low key freaking out at seeing a whole potential class of metas with a meta teacher

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