#and if she gets trained by a badass ninja assassin lady she can kill easier

[elizabethemerald]

I wanted to make a scenario where Jazz would be willing to be trained by an assassin. In celebration of this story breaking containment so thoroughly I wanted to share this. Part three eventually. TW: Lots of Violence, Minor Character Death,

People always Jazz was a good kid. That being blatantly untrue and usually said condescendingly didn't help Jazz's association with people who tried to call her "good." Her teachers called her a good student, and that had been at least partially true, for a time, but now she couldn't care less about her grades. The kids at school, including Danny and his friends, called her a goodie-two shoes. That was only true from the surface. She obeyed rules because they made sense to her. Once they stopped making sense she stopped following them. Including the rules her parents had set for her.

All Jazz cared about now was being a good sister. For a long time she hadn't been. She had nagged Danny constantly to try harder in school without even noticing why he wasn't able to excel like she was. His ADHD was different than her autism, he needed different motivators, different help. Of course their parents were all but useless in helping him, but she hadn't helped him either.

She hadn't even noticed he had died. Her own brother had died because of their parents' invention, which she always had been terrified would happen one day, and no one had noticed. Thankfully she paid enough attention to him after the accident that she shortly realized something had happen and was able to get to the bottom of his secret. She vowed, after she was done throwing up from the horror Danny had described of his death, to be a better sister to him.

Jazz had started by helping him in ghost fights. She wasn't the best at first, her aim was terrible and she panicked when he was in danger. She had hit him more than she had hit the other ghosts, but at least she hadn't hurt him as bad as their parents had, or on purpose. She trained herself, visited Aunt Alicia to learn how to shoot, then spent every day practicing. She had Tucker download more material for her to learn. First Aid, Escape and Evasion, The Anarchist's Cookbook, detailed weapon diagrams from twenty different countries.

She felt she was finally able to actually help her brother.

Then came the trip.

Jack and Maddie insisted that she go on backpacking trip once she graduated high school. A family tradition her dad had boasted. An incredible learning experience her mom had crowed. She didn't trust them, but decided it couldn't hurt right? Only two weeks hiking in Europe then back to pack Danny's things up to move with her to her college of choice.

It had been fun at first. A last bit of relaxing before she had to take over the role of parenting her brother because their incompetence and bigotry towards ghosts. Until Danny didn't respond to her check in. She sent message after message with no response, she moved her flight up and left as soon as she could and raced home. She was still too late.

They had figured out Danny's secret. Caught him mid transformation, but they had hidden that they knew until she was out of the country, maybe some part of them realized what they were doing was wrong. Maybe some part of them realized she would stop them.

Jack and Maddie had done everything they could to pull her brother apart. They had cut into him again and again, pulling out pieces and tearing off limbs. There was no science there, only torture.

She stunned them both and pulled Danny free of his restraints. Before her eyes he shrank down, his core pulling the remaining ectoplasm that made up his body until he was a toddler of maybe five years old. She grabbed her pack from her trip to Europe and Danny's go bag that she had helped him pack months ago and told him to fly to Gotham. She would meet up with him there.

She sent him away and returned to face the people who had once been their parents. Jack was always hard headed and managed to shake off the stun first. He helped Maddie recover. Between the two of them, their fury at what had become of their son and what their daughter had done, and her horror at what they had become they were over power her and it was her turn on the dissection table.

They took her blood, pulled her hair out of her scalp, took skin samples and drilled into her bones to get marrow samples. She screamed and swore at them. But they still cut into her ruthlessly. She didn't have Danny's healing factor. Her body was more flesh than ectoplasm. She wouldn't be able to deage to recover from the atrocities they committed.

When they unchained her to sell her to the GIW she struck. She didn't stick to stunning strikes this time. She used all of the ectoplasm infused strength she could. She drove a ecto-pike through her father's shoulder and pinned him to the wall. She broke her mother's leg with a vicious kick to keep her from chasing her. She didn't take the time to grab anything from the house other than a long thin black case from under her bed before she fled into the city.

That had been two weeks ago. Danny had been tortured for two weeks. Then it had been her turn for a week and a half. Then she took the next two weeks to put her plan into place. She absolutely could not risk anyone following her or chasing after Danny. He was vulnerable right now and she would protect him.

Jazz sighed as she adjusted the sights on her rifle. It had been a gift from Vlad. It was even registered to him, not that the doofus actually knew how to use it, but he was rich and had been able to circumvent the rules to get it for her. Of course now the registration would work in her favor. When the police and inevitably the GIW would investigate, the evidence would point right to Vlad Masters. They would be after him immediately. After everything Vlad had done to her and Danny, she honestly couldn't care less what they did to him if they caught him.

Of course just pointing fingers at Vlad wasn't enough. The man could always just disappear, use his own portal to vanish into the Zone or his wealth to leave the country. She needed to have something that would send him after the GIW just as ferociously. The anti vehicle mine hidden next to the traffic light in the intersection in front of her would do perfectly. The design was stolen from the GIW labs and was specifically designed to counter one and only one vehicle. The GAV. Nothing would set of Plasmius' fury like a threat to his precious Madeline.

She moved her finger to the trigger guard as the siren from the GAV careened closer. If anyone other than Jack Fenton was driving the mine down below would be useless. But Jack had no care for safety of others, so he crashed the GAV right through the traffic light and over the mine. The explosion destroyed the treads of the GAV, while the ectoplasm laced inside took out the weapon systems.

Jazz inhaled slowly, then exhaled, her finger moving to the trigger as one door burst open. Jack and Maddie Fenton had tortured their children, committed countless crimes against a sentient species, and were willing to commit even more in the name of their depraved sense of science. If she and Danny were to be free and happy. There was one thing she had to do.

Jack managed to hobble and limp around the vehicle to Maddie's side. He pulled open the door and lifted the heavily casted and concussed Maddie from the passenger side.

Jazz squeezed the trigger.

Maddie screamed in pain as she dropped from Jack's limp arms.

Jazz pulled back the bolt, ejected one casing and thrust the next one home.

Maddie tried to claw her way out from under Jack's bulk, screaming for her husband to get up.

Jazz squeezed the trigger a second time.

The street was silent.

Jazz left the rifle behind, broken and hidden, but not too well. She collected the casings and her own go bag that she had hidden at the school. She had carefully mapped a route that didn't pass any of the few cameras the city had. She straddled the stolen motorcycle and settled her bag on her shoulders. Then she pulled a detonator from her pocket. She thumbed the trigger.

She pressed it.

Even from this distance she could hear the explosion that destroyed the former Fenton family home, including the portal to the ghost zone in its basement. That explosive had actually been there for months. Just in case.

She dropped the detonator into the sewers and started up the bike. It was an almost thirteen hour drive to Gotham. She could probably cut it down to ten. Jazz peeled out leaving the city she had grown up in forever.

Don't worry Danny. Your sister is coming.

Don't Sneak up on People with Swords

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 made a prompt about Danny sneaking up on Jason Todd and @sky00asara made a comment in the tags about what would happen if Danny did that to Talia. So here is my version of that! Enjoy.

Talia al Ghul watched her beloved from afar. He was out, again patrolling his city for those he considered wrong doers. Her son was by his side. She scowled at how Damian’s fighting style had changed, softened in the company of her beloved. Despite her love for the man under the cowl, he had a tremendous ability to take even the most ruthless of killers and change them to spare the undeserving. He had even tried it with her. 

She was hidden on the roof of an abandoned tower nearby. The tower had succumbed to fire and was now condemned until the city got around to destroying it properly. For now it made the perfect place for her to observe her beloved and her son work undisturbed. 

“Excuse me?” 

Talia whirled, drawing her blade as she spun. Her blade moved fast enough to almost cut the air itself yet the small shape ducked under her stroke and back-pedaled quickly to move out her range. 

“Jeez! Why is everyone in this city so jumpy!” 

The voice more than anything made her realize that the person who had somehow snuck close enough was an actual child. Their black hair and blue eyes made her wonder if this was another of her beloved’s adoptees. Except surely this boy was too young to catch Bruce’s eye? 

“Well maybe you should not sneak up on people?” Talia hissed, her voice soft yet stern. To say nothing of how a child who couldn’t be older than five had snuck up on her at all. 

“Well maybe you shouldn’t brood on the roof of my home!” The child snarked back, just like one of the Bat’s brood would, completely unafraid of the blade still in her hand. Talia raised an eyebrow at him then looked around at the burnt skeleton of the building they were standing on. 

“This building is not fit for human occupation.”

“Neither was the last place I lived.” He said dismissively. “This place hasn’t even killed me yet, so it’s practically a paradise.” 

She was tempted to take the child’s words as sarcasm, yet something in the way he spoke made her think he meant it more truthfully. 

“You’ve died before?” Talia asked. She relaxed her hold on her blade, allowing it to rest at her side. 

“Oh yeah, I die all the time.” He said, then he looked at her curiously tilting his head first one way, then another. “You’ve died too, huh?” 

She nodded, now examining him closely, looking for the signs she would recognize. She could see the hint of a scar on the boy’s palm that might have caused a death. 

“What is it with this town that so many people have died and come back?” The boy asked, apparently rhetorically as he didn’t let her answer. “First the stabby Robin, then the stabby Batgirl, then Batman, and even Red Hood. It’s like everyone I run into is contaminated.” 

Talia’s eyes widened. 

“You can sense those who have utilized the Lazarus Pits?” She would have to inform her father about this child. He could put the entire League of Assassins at risk. The child before her just shrugged. 

“I have no idea what that is. Red Hood mentioned some kind of pit as well, but I’ve never seen anything like that. I just know y’all are contaminated with ectoplasm, though not enough to make a core.” 

“What is this… ectoplasm?” Another name for the Lazarus Waters? Had there perhaps been a Pit outside of League control? In the midwest somewhere based on the boy’s accent. 

“Oh it’s this stuff.” He held his hand out and Talia couldn’t help keep her expression of shock withdrawn despite all her training as his hand filled with the glowing green light of the Pits. He held the Pit Water in his hand then tossed the glowing orb to his other hand in a half juggle as if he weren’t carrying the League's greatest secret and weapon. 

Nevermind telling her father about this child, he could never learn of him. If Ras had the power this child had under his control the world would never survive. There was only one option. She needed to train this child to wield this strength. With the stealth he displayed in sneaking up on her and his power over the Pits themselves he could make an assassin like the world had never seen. He could be the next Head of the Demon under her guidance. She knelt down to the boy’s level, slipping her sword back away as she did so. 

“Tell me, young one. Are you living in this death trap of a building all by yourself?” 

“Yeah, but don’t worry, I’ve got it taken care of. I know I’m little, but that just means people are less likely to notice me. I’m able to steal all the food I need from that big box store down the street.” 

“Oh of that I have no doubt. My name is Talia al Ghul. What’s yours?” 

“Hmm. I’m Danny.” The boy seemed hesitant to trust her, which to be perfectly honest was probably a very smart thing to do, but at least she had a name for this gift of Lazarus. 

“Danny, how would you like to come live with me? You won’t have to steal any more, or worry about food ever again, and I could train you how to fight even better than the Bats.” 

He narrowed his eyes at her, looking her over closely. 

“Would I get a sword?” 

“If a sword is what you want, then once you were trained in its use I would acquire one for you.”

Danny looked like he was about to nod, but then he froze, his head tilting to the side as if he was listening to something. His eyes widened and Talia tensed. 

“Uh-oh. Fruit Loop incoming. I gotta go.” 

Talia half turned as she heard the sound of one of her beloved’s grappling lines catching on the building’s edge. By the time she had turned back to face him, Danny had completely vanished. She hadn’t even heard him leave. She stood and scowled as her beloved landed on the rooftop next to her. 

“Talia.” He grunted at her, glaring all the while. 

“Beloved. Must you ruin every nice thing in my life?” Talia snarled back. The boy, Danny, had the gift of Lazarus at his beck and call and Batman had scared him off. 

Bruce looked momentarily stunned at her fury, but quickly hid it behind his mask. However Talia couldn’t care less about her beloved right now. She just needed to lose him so she could return to find the boy. The boy who would change the world with his power.