#jazz first encountered a demon at the rip age of 3

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

[chaos-deimos-et-eris]

Everyone knew that the Fenton children were not close. Don't get them wrong, they teased each other and fought as they walked home together but that was it. The Fentons had moved to Amity when their youngest was 8 but neither had gone to school until the following year, to take care of their youngest, the Fentons had said.

It was clear the the older, smarter, Jasmine had resented Daniel for that. She had been seen for weeks into the new school year walking slightly ahead of her glaring brother. This early separation had saved her, setting her apart from her crazy parents and rabid and werid brother. Danny settled into a sweet boy and Jazz walked her brother degilantly to and from school and when she left the house on the weekends to go to the library, she no longer went by herself.

But no one in Amity really forgot those first few weeks. The older Fenton started terrorizing the city and the children started to pull each other into random bathrooms to wrap burns and cuts. They did not meet up in school, did not greet each other in the hallway, did not play or sit together in recess, did not talk on the way home. The Fenton house disappeared for the weekend and when it reappeared, Jazz had wordlessly dragged her brother to the girls bathroom to wrap a cut and they were both sitting in their seats by the time the Monday bell rang. The Fenton kids presented a perfect united front. Amity did not forget those first few weeks.

Danny was a sweet boy. He loved space and liked going to the library and had befriended a boy named Tucker. Jazz was a sweet girl. She liked magic and helped her classmates with the homework and befriended no one. Jazz was an angel, the city's golden child, smart and independent. Tucker was shunned and left with his only friend Danny. It was better to sacrifice one then to deal with the devil child.

It was better to sacrifice both then to deal with the parents. The only CPS agent that was ever sent had said it was a false alarm. The city watched nervously as guns were installed inside the house. The children presented a united front and Amity said nothing and didn't hold it against her.

Jazz turned 13 and walked Danny to school but did not walked him back. He had befriended another child, a Samantha that had just moved and hadn't been warned. The children walked after school to the nasty burger before separating, the trio to Tucker's house, and Jazz to library. They still waited for each other on the corner to walk the last stretch into the house together. The city thanked the Foley's for their sacrifice.

Jazz and Danny start talking to each other on the way to school, facts about space and magicians. Sam and Tucker proved to be too cool and smart to be ignore by their communities, taking care to interact outside of Danny. The Fentons nearly kill someone and Danny is alone when the first punch is thrown. He does nothing. Good, the city hisses, maybe he will go away. Jazz picks up an interest in child psychology. Good, the city praises, maybe she can fix him. The Fentons are acquitted. Amity learns to work around them.

Jazz is in high-school and still walks her brother to school. Their walks are filled with space puns and test taking tips. After school Sam meets with environmentalists and goths and Tucker with the geeks and nerds and Danny walks to Nasty Burger to eat and meet up with his sister. The walk back is silent. Amity thinks that if their brother was Danny, their walks back would be silent too.

Danny is in high school and clumsy. He used to graceful, but now he drops everything. A teacher, new to the city, notices his hands, covered in the pale white of scars made of blade and the shiny pink of burns healed not quite right. A delinquent, she huffs. No one notices that Jazz's hands are the same.

Not two weeks into the school year there is an explosion at Fentonworks. The Fenton parents had not been in the house (unfortunately the city muttered angrily, robbed) but their children had (unfortunately the city whispered mournfully, robbed). The Fentons had been frantic and when no bodies had been found, they took to the streets looking for their children.

But the city remembers wrapped burn and guns and united fronts and weekends at the library and they had been such sweet kids (they choose to forget those first few weeks and how they treated Danny because while not everyone is perfect in life like Jazz had been, nearly everyone becomes perfect in death) and so the children are declared dead, thier bodies vaporized by the heat from the explosion. They wished Jazz (and her brother too they guessed) the best and Amity Park finally finally finally get ready to rid themselves of the Fentons.

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

[redrosesshadowwolf]

Jazz had been saving, saving every cent that didn't go to making sure they had uncontaminated food to eat. Every allowance gone into hiding, under the floor board, into dinky old piggy banks.

Danny had been saving too. He tinkered around enough with the Drs. Fenton tech to be able to fix most mundane household appliances. Tucker and him worked together. Danny's hands were to far gone for small circuitry. But he could do just about anything else. And Tucker got pay for being the front to the whole thing. He never accepted 50/50 cut unless he helped fix something though, Tucker knew Danny had reasons to save. Tucker had been to the Fenton household. Had met the Drs. Fenton. Seen the cuts and bruises the siblings covered.

Tucker wasn't blind, but he knew no one else was gonna help his friend. The whole city had turned their backs on the 2 children after all, no matter how much of a golden child Jazz was.

So Tucker helped Danny save. He'd seen how quickly Sam picked up what was happening, and how she'd bulldoze right over other information. Of course he had wounds. He was clumsy. She'd seen him try and solder, of course his hands were burned.

But Sam noticed other things, with overbearing parents like hers she saw the absence of any supervision at all at the Fenton's. Noticed how adults ignored her more if she stood beside Danny. It was beneficial. But she could tell something was wrong.

She saw how Jasmine had similar treatment, despite being a "golden child." Saw how she remained on gold terms but never got close. How tired both siblings always were. Jazz was always off tutoring for some extra cash. Danny and Tucker were busy fixing things, it was easier to notice before she found more friends. Because the nights they declined gaming gave them away rather quickly. She started sitting in to watch, learned a little about fixing her laptop from them. But she'd always been better at wrecking stuff, so when they wanted to fix up some of the Fenton designs she was often a stress testor to the item. That's why the Fenton phones were basically indestructible at this point.

But Sam had other things to do, protests to attend. Her own greenhouse to care for, and a community garden she'd helped petition into existence.

Tucker had robotics and programming competitions to enter, had to study his weaker subjects in school, had to discover the biggest meatiest burger he could eat.

They both diverged from Danny Fenton, had hobbies, and friends, goals to reach.

So when Danny and Jazz were declared dead? They'd been surprised, haunted by the lack of time They'd spent by their friends side lately. But all the more? They refused to believe it was true.

Those two siblings were tried and tested for all these years, had been caught in small lab accidents before. They surely wouldn't have died, just like that?

So they asked to take a look around Danny's room, a way to say goodbye. To morn their late friend.

All the money was gone. Danny's hidden trophy sword was gone. So while the Fenton's ignorant as ever left them to their own devices? They check Jasmines room. Tucker could have sworn he'd seen Jazz with over 3 full piggy banks. She used to bring change down to the bank and exchange it for dollars. He'd seen her do it.

Not a single one of the banks had a cent. Except for the day of heading to the bank they always had a little in them. Jazz bought herself and Danny breakfast every morning before school. Came home with change to deposit, more if they'd gotten Nasty Burger on the way back. Which they usually did.

So, not even a week after the deaths of Jasmine and Daniel Fenton, Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley grew silent on their friend. Because they knew he wasn't dead. But they weren't going to ruin the two's fresh start from this place. If CPS wasn't ever going to save them. Then they had to just do it themselves, and they'd managed just that.

Danny Fenton didn't remember everything he'd ever been taught in the League. He was young, and it was a traumatizing way to live. Some moments however were highlighted with such clarity it was like he'd lived them only moments before, it made nightmares all the worse.

So when he jolted to a stop, having not been properly secured by a seat belt despite Jazz having checked that he was no less than 10 times over the last hour, his brain wasn't in the beat up old car with his sister in everything but blood, it was trudging through a memory dragged so clearly to the surface of his consciousness by his half asleep state, of another time he was jolted to a stop. Upon a blade held by a small smiling face.

Luckily this image didn't last, or at least it didn't last over his own vision when he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It did stay in his head, as clear as the moment it happened. But he finally managed to look around, it was dark out. Jazz was digging through her purse. They were at a gas station, no scratch that. They were at the gas station section of a much larger rest stop. Which meant that Jazz was finally going to sleep. He had always thought he was the one who had sleep troubles and could stay awake for longer. But his most recent death seems to have made him ill, he couldn't stop shivering. Kept going through things against his will, like the seat belt that was no longer around him despite still being latched across the seat, it was digging into his back weird to have it there.

However Jazz hadn't slept for at least 30 hours. While he kept going in and out of consciousness. He wanted to keep her company with the long drive, but it surely wasn't going to work while he was in this state. He had to check to see if his heart was still beating. If his eyes were blue or green, and if his hair was black or white.

Jazz was done filling up the tank before he was certain his slow heartbeat actually existed. Then they pulled into one of the few places people were allowed to park at night without getting in trouble for sleeping in their cars. Or maybe only people in cities got in trouble for that. He'd never seen people get in trouble for such things when he was younger, but he didn't get to see many cars before he left the League.

When they finally parked Danny realized something unfortunate. While his smaller frame would fit comfortably on the seat, or laying down in the back, Jazz's long gangly limbs would make the arrangement uncomfortable no matter where she lay pretty much. Well he assumed it would. But it only took the fee minutes for her to set up a ward around the car for her to fall asleep. He couldn't tell if it was from normal exhaustion or magic exhaustion at that point however.

So with a ward in place, and the first step into making a new life for themselves taken, Danny promptly fell back into a restless slumber. Limbs still aching and shaking with electricity. His nerves alight with something resembling pain and pins and needles that wouldn't go away for awhile yet.

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

[memetic-trigger-hazard]

I love it. I need it.

Double adopted Fenton kids with massive co-dependency

Jazz is a Warlock and the demons with a shared claim have all been giving her a tiny trickle of power to tempt her into saying yes to their claim (not enough to properly protect her but enough to keep her from dying) so they can fully claim her soul over the other possible claims.

Jokes on them, she survives with Danny's help before they open the portal and Reign Storm happens. Afterwards, her extra dimensional patron is Phantom, high king of the Infinite Realms etc.

Demons shit out of luck so they start hassling Constantine who was completely unaware. King of the Deadbeat Dads starts tracking her down because of his guilt, expecting to find an infant.

He instead gets the unholy cross of Batman with no chill and Undead Superman acting like a door bouncer.

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

[treepainting]

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

[memetic-trigger-hazard]

Further adventures of codependency ^² : Danny & Jazzy

Constantine calls for backup from the JLU & JLD out of desperation (Zatanna called them when he told her, it's been 15 months to allow for Ellie to appear.)

Batman does his research on Amity Park, GiW, Fentons, comes with gadgets and ecto weaponry. Danny however went to a lot of effort to ruin his class photos every year, so Bruce is caught completely unaware when Jazz starts blasting league of Assassin agents with spells like its a gun range.

Upon arrival, Damian is sassed into the burns ward by a 9 year old Martha Wayne,(Ellie) Bruce is not entirely sure he's awake right now.

Constantine gets sent to the Infinite Realms by Danny as quote "divine mandate" to "the paperwork room" because Danny is not doing that mountain, Constantine caused it, his problem.

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

[lolottes]

When the league of assassins tries to make a surprise attack on the duo and when the voices arrive to confront and defeat a demon, they thought they had a chance by attacking them once they got tired

Calculation error

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

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He uses this opportunity to write himself a new, better deal. This one encompasses every other contract, and has so many loopholes in it for him to exploit that he thinks Danny will automatically knock it back.

Danny doesn't care. He just wants all the bullshit surrounding Jazz's genetic donor to stop causing him headaches.

The only thing he changes is adding in a stipulation about child support being paid directly to Jazz, including back-pay: she has to pay for college somehow.

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"