#Jazz Fenton

[keicrocker]

You're always my younger brother!

[umbrelladripdrop]

Jazz: Danny, Jason, I beg of you. Please, please go to the doctor. Danny: I'm sorry, is this our stab wound? Jason: I mean, technically, yeah. Seeing how we are both bleeding from stab wounds and all. Danny: *rolling his eyes* OK fine. Jazz: *sighing in relife* Danny: *pointing to all three of them* Is this all of our stab wound? Jason: *nodding in approval* There you go.

[luxuki-1]

It's fair to assume that these kids may have some trauma- (also yay get to draw the trio's lineup yippee been wanting to do that)

and ok I'll admit, I might have gone a bit crazy with the blood but- ok I have a background in Warrior Cats which can get gorey and blood is honestly kinda fun to draw-

[demonic0angel]

Blackbat, Red hood, and Red Robin are investigating the Cult of the Ghost King, which has recently moved into Gotham. They get caught up in a ritual and sent to the dp universe, right on top of team Phantom.

"The circle's activating! Hood, do something!" Red Robin screamed.

Red Hood was only able to pull out his sword for only a moment before the ritual activated and then they were transported. Red Hood grabbed both Black Bat and Red Robin, using his armor to cushion them both after being tossed out of the circle. Breathlessly, they were thrown onto hard ground.

... and something soft?

The three jumped to their feet and looked at their surroundings.

What they had landed on was a very unfortunate plant.

"Crap! Sam's Lilith Vines!" One person said and they looked in that direction, seeing a group of four people stare back at them, one of them looking very contrite. “She’s going to kill me if she sees that they’re crushed!”

Another looked at the four with an extremely worried expression on her face. “Uh. This wasn’t supposed to happen, was it?”

The tallest one, who had a black veil over her head, said, “Oh dear. D— Your Majesty, I think this is related to the summoning circles that were copied from the palace libraries.”

Said Majesty, who had been looking at them with irritation, crumpled to his knees with a wail. “Dammit! Not again! Why?! I hate the damn cults!”

The last person said with a hum and a smirk on his green skin, “It didn’t work though. It transported people to us instead of the opposite. Hah! Humans are so incompetent.”

Red Hood stood up first, brandishing his All-Blades. He could definitely feel some sort of evil presence amongst the four and neither he nor his siblings could recognize their surroundings, only seeing a green world with floating doors and islands. “Who the hell are you?! You better answer, or I’ll cut you down!”

The tall one gasped. “Oh! The All-Blades! That’s amazing, I can’t believe that there’s someone in the mortal realm who’s been able to learn—”

“Jazz, please do not fangirl right now.”

Red Robin stepped up, inspecting the group of four as he interrupted their yammering. “Can you tell us what’s going on? We don’t want a fight. We need to get back home.”

Black Bat’s posture was relaxed, which was a good sign. However, Red Hood and Red Robin still stood side-by-side in preparation for a fight from the four beings that were clearly not fully human, evident by their glowing hair and eyes and hidden appearance.

The four all shared a look.

The tall one approached Red Hood and gently lowered the blade of his swords. Red Hood stiffened but allowed it, as the touch of the All-Blades did not affect her. Underneath her veil, was a small smile and both Red Robin and Black Bat shared an exasperated look as Red Hood visibly grew flustered, straightening his back and rolling back his shoulders.

“We’d be happy to help you get back home. I’m afraid that this is… a byproduct of a problem we had a while ago.” There was a cough from behind her that she ignored. Black Bat tilted her head and looked behind Red Hood’s back to stare at the other three as they stifled their laughter and pointed coughs. “We’ll help you in any way we can.”

Red Hood could still sense the evil presence, but the woman in front of him was warm and reassuring. His blades didn’t give any sign of trickery, so he finally tucked them away with a stiff nod.

“Yes please. Lead the way, princess.” His face felt oddly warm as the tall woman gave him another sweet smile, partially covered by her veil.

One of the beings, small and male, nodded his head and said, “Alright, follow me. I’m the Ghost King. We’ll bring you three home safe and sound, on my honor. Promise.”

[moralityandmusings]

DP x DC: Jazzercize

Jazz knew she wouldn't be able to break the Joker. Research has proven that cognitive-behavioral therapy doesn't work on psychopaths, it just provides them with more insight into how to manipulate others and fake their own personalities. So, none of her usual methods would work. However, Jazz was never one to back down from a bet, especially one from the know-it-all literature major in her orientation group. Besides, there's more than one way to approach working with a client, and she'd heard that there had not been much research done yet on the actual benefits of attempting to "scare somebody straight" from a criminal lifestyle. Maybe, with a little help from Fright Knight and Danny, she could win this bet against Jason Todd. After all, she never specified what type of therapy she was allowed to try and Arkham Asylum didn't really seem to care as long as the specialists who were brought in didn't help the inmates escape or go crazy themselves. She had a lot of ideas she wanted to try, especially if her theory of Joker's liminality was correct.

Time to see what scares a clown, even if it is an exercise in restraint.

[dorknop]

It is the #1 WORST time for me to have one billion exiting AU ideas, but it is happening regardless and who am I to deny myself.

ANYWAY, here's what I have of what I'm calling the Sailor AU, where instead of being based around ghosts and the dead, Danny Phantom(the show) is based around the ocean!

Please note I'm not exactly experienced in character design, especially about sea-based clothing and cultures(Grew up & live in a desert. :,) )

So! Here's Jazz & Jack's designs, plus some blobby ghost blurbs. I don't think the first design of Jazz that I have is something she'd really wear- Except maybe the shirt- but I was having a lot of fun with the line art pen & didn't feel like erasing all that much to draw more clothes. So! Expect a redesign in terms of Jazz's casual clothes. But! I do like how the Boat-ware outfit came out, said outfit would be the equivalent of something like a lab outfit/hazmat in the actual show.

I'm still working on nailing down Maddie & Danny's designs, not to mention Phantom. But! I am VERY exited to work on the ghost's designs, I have some very fun ideas.

As for the Fentons in general, I imagine they'd like in some kind of fucked up lighthouse on the edge of a coastal town. I haven't nailed down the time period, but I'm thinking sometime in the early 2000's or 90's.

[picturejasper20]

I don't know why Danny Phantom is trending but here have one of my favourite scenes in the series

[stillpanicking]

Jazz just wanted to finish her shopping and make the trip back home. But no. Some fruitloop decided to pull out a weapon and yelling at everyone to get on the floor and give him all their valuables.

Please.

It didn't even take Jazz give second getting the guy kicked out of the store without issue. Stupid idiot. If he's going to pretend being a clown, at least be funny and well... intimidating.

"... you just became the Jokers target..."

"She won't survive the night."

"Poor thing."

Jazz didn't bother with the comments and just went back to her car.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Quiet Shadows and Loud Secrets

Cassandra Cain had a secret.

It wasn’t the kind of secret that made her blood run cold with fear or her body snap to attention like it did during missions. It was… softer. Stranger. It made her chest feel tight in a way she couldn’t name.

Her secret was named Jazz Fenton.

Cassandra met Jazz by accident—well, not entirely. She’d been slashed up during a particularly rough patrol in Gotham’s East End. Blood dripping, muscles screaming, Cass had made it halfway to one of her usual safe houses before a kid—no more than fifteen—stood in her path holding a crowbar like he wasn’t afraid of the Bat.

“You’re bleeding,” he said. Voice calm. Casual. As if talking to a girl in full tactical gear was normal. “You’ll probably pass out in five more blocks. You should come with me instead. My sister’s in med school.”

Cass didn’t respond out loud—she rarely did—but something in the boy’s body language was familiar. It wasn’t pity. It wasn’t fear. It was… calm competence. So she followed him. Limping.

That was how she ended up in a tiny, mostly clean apartment above a struggling bookstore, with a red-haired woman fussing over her wounds and muttering about trauma sterilization and broken ribs. The girl’s name was Jazz. Her little brother was Danny, and he was watching Cass with a mixture of concern and... understanding.

They didn’t ask who she was. They didn’t try to remove her mask.

They just helped.

Later, when Cass was bandaged and propped up on the couch sipping water with shaking fingers, Jazz sat across from her, shoulders squared in a way Cass recognized—like she was waiting for something. Waiting to see if trust would be returned.

“We’re not exactly normal either,” Jazz said.

Danny snorted. “Understatement.”

Cass tilted her head.

Danny’s eyes glowed green.

“Don’t freak out,” he said. “I’m half-dead. Long story. Ghost powers. No big deal.”

It was a big deal. But it was also... familiar. The feeling of not belonging. Of hiding what you were. Cass nodded slowly.

Trust, silently exchanged.

Cass started visiting more often. It was never planned—she’d just appear near the fire escape and Danny would lift the window like it was a nightly ritual. Jazz would have tea ready. They never pressured her to talk. They let her exist.

Jazz, with her warm laugh and endless psychology textbooks. Danny, with his jittery energy and tendency to float when he got excited. They were odd. Loud. But they made space for her.

And for once, Cassandra didn’t feel like she had to be a weapon all the time.

Of course, she couldn’t keep them a secret forever. Not in her family.

The first to suspect something was Steph.

“You’ve been smiling more. Who is he?” she asked one morning while flipping through Cass’s phone. (Cass had not given permission.)

“It’s not a he,” Cass mumbled.

Stephanie grinned. “Ohhh. A girlfriend?”

Cass didn’t answer, but her ears went red.

Then came Tim, who found ghost residue in the fibers of her cape.

“Cass. Why is there ectoplasm on your suit?”

She just blinked at him.

“…I’m going to run scans,” he muttered.

The final straw was Dick, of course. He followed her when she slipped away from the Cave one night and landed gracefully on the bookstore roof.

He didn’t make his presence known right away. Not until he saw her through the window—out of uniform, curled up on a secondhand couch with a book in her lap, Jazz sitting beside her, Danny asleep upside down in a chair (literally floating).

Cass looked happy.

So he didn’t confront her. Not then.

Later, at family dinner—if you could call the weekly chaos in the Cave’s kitchen a dinner—Dick just said, “Jazz seems nice.”

Cass froze mid-chew.

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Who is Jazz?”

“New best friend,” Steph sang.

“She’s not a vigilante,” Cass said. “She’s... good.”

“And the brother?” Tim added, “The ghost?”

Cass nodded. “Safe. Not dangerous.”

Bruce raised a brow but said nothing.

Damian scowled. “Tch. Suspicious.”

“Adorable,” Steph countered. “I want to meet them.”

Cass groaned.

Eventually, the introductions happened.

Jazz charmed everyone except Damian (who spent most of the evening glaring at Danny and poking him with a Lazarus-infused dagger “for science”). Danny, for his part, took it in stride, phased through the ceiling twice, and stole one of Tim’s grappling guns.

Alfred served tea and said, “It’s good to see you smiling, Miss Cassandra.”

She smiled at him and nodded.

It wasn’t easy, keeping parts of her life separate. But in that living room, with Jazz laughing and Danny making ghost puns while Steph demanded “sister privileges,” Cass realized something important:

Some secrets are worth sharing.

Even in Gotham.

[cookietastic]

I've been dying to finish this/do this cause Spectra is one my favorite DP Villains

[gyancastle]

Jazz Phantom as Clockwork's apprentice.

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This was concept art for the Psycho Phantom AU... an AU, of an AU? It was supposed to be just a sketch, but it ended up being this, um, illustration.

[fine-x]

Hey!! What would Jazz look like as a ghost in your style?

I haven't thought about it yet but I drew a Jazz Phantom.

[jackissooooback]

Jack Fenton here, I am looking for a nearby psychiatrist.

I fear the recent disappearance of our son is getting to me and my wife, and especially my daughter.

Usually she’d be the one to encourage such open talks- but something has changed.

At first I thought she was possessed- but… either the grief has driven her mad or there’s something she’s not telling us.

[demonic0angel]

"Danny did you do something with my boss's bike?"

Danny stared at the lake where Jason's bike now rested at the bottom, "I uhhh... moved it."

"Were?!!!"

Danny coughed awkwardly. "Uhm. Give me a second."

"........ was that explosion on the bridge because of you?"

".... no?"

"Please tell me that my boss' bike isn't at the bottom of the lake because you decided to hotwire did it and then take a ride before picking a fight with a villain on the bridge."

"Okay, then I won't."

"...."

"...."

"Danny!!"

"I'll get it back! Just give me a few minutes, I swear!"

"You're so dead! No, you're going to be even more dead when I'm done with you! Daniel J. Fenton! Get that bike back or so help me—"

————

Two people stood in front of the Red Hood, one who was whistling nervously while the other had her arms crossed irritatedly. Behind them was a dripping wet motorbike.

Red Hood stared at them blankly.

"Wolf? Do you want to explain?"

Through gritted teeth, Wolf said, "Please don't worry about it, Hood."

"My bike is wet."

"... brilliant observation."

Red Hood sighed and looked up at the sky for a moment before he looked back down and then shook his head silently, still speechless.

Wolf wilted and then said, "I'll pay you back, Hood."

Red Hood sighed. She was so cute sometimes and he was weak.

He ignored the sudden death glare from Wolf's little brother, waved a hand, and then said, "Alright, I'll come back in a few hours and I want my bike to be fixed, dry, and running, capiche?"

There were two mumbled, "Yes sir"s, before Red Hood turned away with a shake of his head.

No wonder Wolf was so weirdly competent. With siblings like that, she was probably running herself ragged.

[yuriosakawa]

Long ago in a sun-drenched kingdom nestled between the mountains and the sea, there lived a clever and daring princess named Maddie. Though she was heir to the throne, her heart beat not for crowns or courts, but for Jack, a humble artisan whose booming laughter and eccentric inventions lit up her world.

Their love was pure, but not without struggle. Maddie’s royal family forbade the union, sneering at Jack’s lack of noble blood. Desperate and heartsick, Maddie turned to the one power even the gods feared to bargain with—the enigmatic and cunning Vlad, God of the Underworld. Cloaked in shadows and silver-tongued charm, Vlad offered her a deal: a lifetime of happiness with Jack, in exchange for her second-born child.

"Why not the firstborn?" she asked.

Vlad smirked. "Too predictable. I enjoy a twist."

Blinded by love, Maddie agreed.

Years passed. Maddie and Jack lived happily, their love story becoming legend. Their first child, a brilliant daughter named Jasmine, was born with eyes sharp as her mind. Then came the joy of twin sons—two boys alike in every way, from their chubby cheeks to their sky-blue eyes. The kingdom rejoiced.

But happiness is a fragile thing when promises are made to gods.

On the night of the twins’ birth, a strange wind whispered through the nursery. Vlad appeared, draped in obsidian robes and shadow. Maddie’s joy turned to dread as he reached for the older twin.

"You can't take him," Maddie begged. "He has a brother! You said the second-born!"

"And I am keeping my word," Vlad said silkily. “He is the second-born. By minutes. And I never said they couldn’t share a name.”

With a cold touch, he marked the older Daniel. The boy’s rosy skin darkened into an unnatural tan, his raven-black hair faded into a spectral white, and his once-blue eyes glowed with haunting green light. Where once had lain an ordinary child, now stood a prince of the underworld, spectral and strange.

The family mourned their son, even as the younger Daniel—still bright-eyed and mortal—grew up unaware of his twin's fate.

But destiny does not break so easily.

Years later, the mortal Daniel begins to see strange visions, flickers of another him in mirrors, in dreams, in shadows that move on their own. He speaks to the wind and it answers. His powers awaken, drawn by the bond with the ghostly twin he never knew he lost.

And far below, in the kingdom of the dead, the older Daniel—grows restless, drawn to the surface by whispers of a brother who bears his face, his name, and perhaps... his heart.

Two boys. One name.

One raised in light. The other, in shadows.

And the Fates have only just begun to weave their tale.

[umbrelladripdrop]

Jason, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Danny, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Dabi, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Jazz, trembling: What are we playing?! ----- Dabi: *Stands in trash can.* Danny: Dabi, not again! You're not trash, you're at least recycling ----- Jazz, watching Jason and Dabi fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt? Danny, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other. Jazz: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three? Jason: Danny. Dabi: Danny. Danny: Me.