#The Witching Hour DC

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"KNOWN BY MANY NAMES IN DIFFERENT ERAS AND DIFFERENT CULTURES..."

PIC INFO: Mega spotlight on Cynthia (created by Alex Toth), one of three witches comprising the Kindly Ones, one of three rotating Narrators who hosted the American horror comic book series "The Witching Hour," artwork by Adam Hughes, c. 2011.

Color: 616×800.

B&W: 471×727.

Sources: www.pinterest.com/pin/826269862914443907 & League of Fiction (blogspot).

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haunted Wonder Woman by Jenny Frison

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Vintage Comic - Witching Hour #051

Pencils: Nick Cardy

Inks: Nick Cardy

Colors: ?

Letters: Joe Letterese

DC (Feb1975)

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Part 1: what's lost can be found

"She won't make a sound, alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. She wants to be found, the only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down. So stand in the rain, stand your ground. Stand up when it's all crashing down. You stand through the pain, you won't drown. And one day, what's lost can be found."  -Stand in the Rain by Superchick

Regent Masterlist Part 2

The decayed ghost siren echoed through the abandoned streets of Amity Park's Witching Hours. Its residents were well acquainted with what that sound meant, fear and exasperation a potent (strange) mix to keep them tucked in their homes, their beds, as the Fentonworks building seemed to come alive.  

Of course, figuratively speaking. 

(Nothing was truly alive there anymore.)

Jasmine Fenton had just arrived back from the Infinite Realms, muscles pleasantly sore from training with Pandora and very much looking forward to hugging her little brother before he begun his nightly patrol. The siren caught her attention before she’d stepped fully out of her portal, dread filling her gut like a rock dropped into a lake. 

Oh no. 

Team Phantom were young, no one could ever argue that, with some scars to show for all their battles to protect Amity from those that would claim their haunt- but no one outside the team understood just how paranoid they’d become since Pariah Dark and Dark Dan

The contingencies had begun when Jazz started to remember bits and pieces of a timeline that Danny himself had erased using the reality gauntlet. He’d never told anyone of what had happened, with Freakshow’s plan to make himself ‘ringmaster of all reality’ and all, but Jazz had somehow recalled flashes of sheer panic at watching her little brother accidentally reveal himself as Phantom on live tv, in the Fentonworks kitchen on that little box set. The white rings of light that emerged from his core to switch from half-alive to half-dead and vice versa damned him. 

The elder fentons had gone on the offense immediately, Jack’s screech of ghost! Echoing in the house and they raced down to the lab to get whatever latest weapon they’d built to capture Phantom. 

It didn’t matter that their son was dead, that he had died, that their ‘greatest work’ was Danny’s grave. That Jasmine was…well, she wasn’t entirely human anymore, not when she turned on her heel to follow her progenitors down down down into the darkness, sword tightly grasped in hand as her teal eyes glowed a sickly green.  

She hadn’t hesitated then, to protect her little brother. One slash, two, three

Danny hadn’t known she killed their parents in that timeline. She would never tell him. 

She would never tell him how they hadn’t even noticed her presence, her ever loyal weapon Faithkeeper about to take their lives, how she hadn’t even needed to summon her armor. She would never tell him how they begged for their lives, not to protect their children, but to kill the ghostly menace. 

Danny never knew she’d dumped their corpses in the landfill.

(Right where they belonged.) 

WIth the rewrite of the timeline, reset to the same day of the ill-fated Humpty Dumpty concert, Jack and Maddy Fenton’s deaths were undone, but not the blood on Jasmine’s hands. 

With Danny’s defeat of Pariah Dark, came another revelation. 

Jasmine was still mostly alive. Somehow she’d survived her childhood, but Danny hadn’t. She’d looked away for five minutes, forgotten to lock the lab after their parents left and he’d died for it. 

With the weight of being schrodinger’s hero, could her little brother withstand becoming king of the infinite realms? 

Perhaps not while he was still learning, still gaining his own grip on his strange existence. In time, he would become a great king- one of mercy and benevolence, but he still had a long ways to go. 

Jasmine had borrowed ancient ghost law books from Ghostwriter and locked herself away for three days, cycling between crying for her and Danny, reading through the complicated laws of ye olden times, and writing down her findings- just in case another reality rewrite was due. 

Jasmine had accepted Regency on Danny’s behalf with a grace she didn’t know she possessed. 

It had been a small ceremony, with Danny and his friends present and Pandora, Jasmine’s mentor, acting as sentry as she accepted the Crown of Fire. She knew it was a long road till she could pass it down to its rightful owner, but Jasmine was prepared to shoulder the burden for her little brother. 

Pandora had simply laid one of her many hands on Jasmine’s shoulder with a solemn air, in understanding. There was work to be done before any of them could have peace. (Not even the afterlife was safe from paperwork.)

Her favorite journal contained the scraps of her hope and dreams bound in maroon leather, soft with age and imprinted with every emotion Jazz had unwittingly (and later knowingly) poured into every word. 

Its pages were a kaleidoscope of her life. 

Sure, it began with the soft tinge of curiosity-exasperation-fondness, some sentiment of better times before her progenitors began working on that damned portal, constructing the future grave of their son without the slightest clue. 

The emotions began turning a darker turn when the work turned into an obsession. Jazz had plunged into her schoolwork and part-time jobs to afford whatever was needed for the siblings to survive, fondness becoming slowly poisoned by anger. Anger for the portal. Anger for the food other kids had, that they didn’t have to work so hard for. Anger that she knew what starving felt like. 

Anger that she was so weak. 

Then the day of Danny’s death. 

The darkest part of her history, the last embers of her hopes and dreams, of the siblings escaping smothered. Danny’s death scream forever etched into her brain. 

(It should’ve been her.) 

She hated those pages of her journal, the emotions of grief-anger on her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to rip them out. No more than she could destroy the confessions of protect-rage-grief, the confessions of the darker timeline she shouldn’t remember. 

On very last page was the contingency plan Jazz herself had created.

Code Graverobber.

That siren wasn’t any ordinary ghost siren, no, it was the one Tucker had programmed himself- it was the quickest way to alert every member of Team Phantom and Tucker had made sure that none of them could mistake it for a Fenton ghost alarm. No, Code Graverobber was in effect. 

Phantom had been captured by the elder Fentons. 

(Fate has a way of setting itself right.) (Death wants its due.) With a bleeding, sobbing and vivisected Danny cradled in her arms, Jazz left Amity Park behind for what she prayed to the Ancients was forever. The Fentons died that night, though the official records would claim they were killed in a explosion due to the highly unstable inventions they created, taking the lives of their children as well. No one really dug around in the wreckage of Fentonworks, not for the bodies of the family within, with the chance of another explosion happening should rubble be shifted the wrong way. 

Jack and Maddie Fenton died.. 

But Jasmine and Danny Nightingale lived on, in Gotham City.

The last of those three days she spent locked in her room, Jasmine wrote a letter to a future version of herself, tucked inside one of her favorite books now lost in the destruction of Fentonworks. To my future self, Forget me in your happiness.    Love, your past

A/N: BEHOLD!

Ahem. This is the original chapter 1 that I never finished or published. It's not my favorite or my best, but I unburied it for the 300 milestones. Thanks for reading!

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The Witching Hour #7 - DC, March 1970.

Cover art by Neal Adams.

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The Witching hour #4 by Nick Cardy

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The Witching Hour #1 (February-March 1969) cover by Nick Cardy.

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(1978)

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House-ad for The Witching Hour (1969) #1, an anthology horror and mystery series hosted by three witches.

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the Witching Hour, Vol. 1 # 15, by Nick Cardy

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Vintage Comic - Witching Hour #012

Pencils: Nick Cardy

Inks: Nick Cardy

Colors: ?

Letters: Joe Letterese

DC (Dec1970-Jan1971)

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Spillways of your soul

[Revenant!Jazz content to celebrate 300 followers!]

protect. danny. protect. danny.

around and around the same words spun in the cesspool of their brain, rotted, decayed as it was- they weren't alive-alive...not the same as the humans that they avoided, a itch at their skull- grey matter. (scratch scratch scratch) (too much and they'll lose their skull!) (who was they?) (words were hard.) bone teeth, sharp (bite and tear flesh) fangs, eye sockets brusied (should be empty) where human had hit. too slow to move. maybe had not enough to care. They did not care.

(who was they?) They were of former human skin and bone- ash and fire and green the colors left in death and shambles of corpse-hood. too many words in throat, pain in chest when speak. try not to with leftover language in grey matter.

They shambled along street after street, sun high and sun low- sun gone too. Moon was picky about light shed, but they could see well in shadow and murky ick. Got-ham, pricky, icky on their tongue, parted its shadows for them. Like friend.

(friend.) (they knew that word) (but that word hurt)

protect danny. danny was...danny? They had no other words for DANNY. no words they would use- not the ones they used the most.

(kill. dodge. aim. fire.) (BAT. hood. bird.) (threat. not-threat.) (dead. alive.)

shamble-shamble was what they did, fire metal into skin of threats to DaNNy, again. again kill threats as DANny human-shambled in a not-human skin.

(danny was dead. not-dead?) (scratch scratch scratch) dANny never human-shambled too close to them. they kept away. humans kept away from DANNY right?

they were not human-human though. only human shaped. did it count?

(scratch)

humans called them KILLER-MURDERER-hero. they could hear the words but did not understand- they were to protect DANNY.

KILLER-MURDERER stayed but they did notice the hero word fade away. they did not focus on it too much.

KIlleR-mUrDErER became ROGUE-VILLIAN-reaper.

loud, loud the words were- not too loud the firing metal did not drown them out. BAT called them reaper, no REAPER with anger and- they did not understand.

(not their name) (who were they to have a name?) (scratch scratch) decayed cesspool of a brain- REAPER was a word they did not understand but would answer to regardless. it was something that was theirs that was ALIVE and not rotten. or half-dead.

(scratch scratch scratch)

BAT was too shadow, too murk, too Got-ham for they to understand either. did that make them same? no. BAT was human-human. not just human-shaped. protect. danny. (scratch scratch goes the grey matter.)

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A/N: This is very much a drabble. A practice concept for a character with limited mental capacity in a paranormal setting with no way of defining themselves in a clear or concise manner. This is Jazz post-reanimation and pre-rogue massacre. She's just begun to place emphasis on certain "words" (people, places, things) and that's what I want to reflect in The Revenant AU. All capitalized words like "BAT" are meant to be Jazz placing emphasis on the word as important, but she doesn't know/understand why its important.

Danny's name being mixed up is also supposed to be important too. Jazz doesn't understand why danny is important, but down in her bones she knows, so her brain keeps trying to put importance on his name. Yes, this is full of mistakes for REASONS. (And also, its a drabble, not a full-fledged fic. I can cringe about it later, as in after its been read later.)

Thanks for reading!

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The Witching Hour #25 - DC, November 1972.

Cover art by Nick Cardy.

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The Witching Hour #1 by Alex Toth