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Assistant: Title: Turning Shadows into Shapes
        Author: CryingCosmonaut CryingCosmonaut 
        Chapter: 2/6 
        Summary: When the GIW gets too close to finding out who phantom is, Jazz takes custody of her adopted brother and moves out to Gotham. Danny is enrolled in West Reeve and Jazz goes to Gotham U, and finds a job at Arkham.Everything was going fine, for the first couple hours. The more Jazz and Danny try to avoid the Bats, the more they seem to meet, and Danny and Jazz figure that this can only lead to conflict.Aka Danny and Jazz meet the batfam and Chaos ensues
            
            Danny and Jazz move into their new home and immediately run into trouble.
        Contents: Chapter 2: Embrace the unknown
    

    

        
          
          
            Tim finds the mysterious sibling duo again, Danny has his first day of school and Jazz gets a job!
          
        

      
        
          Sorry for the late update! Christmas and new years are pretty huge celebrations in my family, and then I got really sick and was bedridden for a few days, but it’s finally here! Hopefully I’ll be able to write the next chapter faster!
            
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  Tim was sure he was never going to see those kids again. I mean, he watched them stroll right into Toxic acres with no protective equipment at all. It had been about a week since he saw the duo, but just the other day, he saw them out of uniform. He was getting coffee at a new shop that opened up, “The Dark Roast,” and had just sat down to work on a spreadsheet when he looked out the window, and there they were. They looked relatively healthy, from what Tim could tell. The girl, Jazz if he remembered right, was going door to door, and talking to the people inside. He couldn’t tell what she was saying, but sometimes the person would go inside and come back out with old electronics. Jazz would hand those to the boy, who would then carefully stack them in the wagon he was pulling along, and place a tarp back over their haul. Tim only got a glance at the things inside, but from what he could see, they had wires, pipes, old computers, a compressor from a fridge, a toaster, and a couple other things he couldn’t make out. After a few more stops, they made their way to the coffee shop. Jazz walked in, but the boy stayed outside, writing something down on a notepad. 
 
  “Hello, welcome to The Dark Roast, what can I get for you?” The barista asked, ready to prepare another order.

  “Actually, I noticed that you just opened up shop, and I was wondering if construction crew left any parts around? Wires, scrap metal, any of that?”
 
  The barista thought to herself for a moment, before perking up. “Oh yes, there is some small debris still  in the back, wire cuttings, screws and such, I was going to sweep it all up on my break.”
 
  “I can take care of that for you, it would be no trouble!”

  “Really? That would be great!” 
 
  “Is it alright if my little brother comes inside with the wagon? I don’t wanna leave him outside too long.” Jazz asked, motioning to her brother, still scribbling something in his notepad. Tim realized that the boy was still wearing the oversized hoodie he saw him in last time, and he couldn’t imagine wearing something like that in this heat. They boy didn’t even look affected!
 
  “Of course he can come in! It’s not an issue.” The boys head peaked up from the paper in his hand, and Jazz waved him in. That’s when the pieces started to come together for Tim. Inhuman hearing and sight, sharp teeth, being invited in… was this kid a vampire?
  That’s ridiculous,   Tim thought to himself,   vampires aren’t real.  
  But, were they? And why would he need all that metal? Jazz went into the back with the barista, and another one came out from the back. The boy ordered a coffee, if you could even call it that, it was basically cream and sugar with a splash of coffee, and sat down at one of the booths. He took out his notepad and continued writing, Tim could see that he was drawing some type of diagram. He decided that his spreadsheet could wait, he wanted to see what this kid was working on. (And see if he could confirm his vampire hypothesis)
 
  As soon as he got up, the boy swiftly put the notepad in his pocket, and looked over. Tim gave his best “Brucie Wayne” smile and walked to the boys booth. 
 
  “Ancients, you’re Tim Drake-Wayne!” The boys eyes sparked with recognition, his face couldn’t seem to land on fear or excitement, settling somewhere in between the two. 
 
  “That would be me, what might your name be?” He reached out his left hand, mindful that the boys right was in some type of compression garment. The boy took it.
 
  “Danny.” Danny’s hand was cold. Colder than it should have been, with his jacket on and it being a sweltering 98 degrees outside. 
 
  “Danny…”

  “F-Nightingale. Danny Nightingale.” Tim burned the names into his memory, Danny and Jazz Nightingale. He would have to look into them later.
 
  “So, Danny Nightingale, what are you working on?”

  “Uh, this? It’s nothing, really.” Danny stammered, clearly uneasy. He fiddled with his hoodie string, avoiding Tim’s eyes. He was clearly hiding something.
 
  “Oh come on, let me see! You’ve peaked my interest.” He leaned in a bit, waiting for Danny’s answer.
 
  “Um, alright, but it’s nothing special,” Danny slipped over his notepad. “I didn’t even make them originally.” 
 
  In the notepad, there were dozens of sketches, rough blueprints, equations, all for inventions Tim had never even dreamed of. Most of it looked reverse-engineered, but some looked like originals. The notepad was filled with different types of weapons, capture devices, a thermos? and a grappling hook. He was really hoping these kids didn’t turn out to be some new supervillains or something, that could be bad. 
 
  “Wow kid, these are impressive.” He stated, flipping through the notepad. “If you didn’t make these, who did?”
 
  “My ‘parents’ made most of the original designs, I’m just making them safer is all.”
 
  “Well, that’s not nothing, this is solid work kid.” He handed the notepad back to Danny, who quickly put it in his pocket. 
 
  “You planning on making these?” Tim asked, looking at the wagon of materials. Danny shook his head.

  “Nah, most of these are already made, they’re just missing a power source.” Oh no. 

  “My ‘parents’ made one back home, but it was… unstable.” Oh no. The kid massaged his gloved hand, whatever happened with that “power source” was probably what caused that injury. Whatever this was, it was dangerous, and soon to be in the hands of an unknown meta (vampire?) that he had forgotten to tell Batman about.
 
  “And your design is safer? More stable?” Tim asked the boy, nervousness seeping into his voice.
 
  “Theoretically, yeah! At least I’m putting the ‘On’ button on the outside.” Danny chuckled to himself, a joke only he knew. Before Tim could ask exactly what he meant, Jazz came out from the back, and immediately rushed over to Danny.
 
  “Danny! What do you think you’re doing!” She hissed through clenched teeth. 
 
  “Jazz! It’s fine, he’s Tim Drake-Wayne! Co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises?”

  “Which is exactly why you shouldn’t be talking to him!” 
 
  They shared a look, Jazz staring daggers at Danny while he looked back pleadingly. After a moment, he looked back to Tim and sighed.

  “Sorry for bothering you Mr. Wayne, we’ll be on our way now.” He said, dejected. Jazz dumped the scrap into the wagon and took Danny’s hand, dragging him to the door.
 
  “Wait!” Tim spoke without thinking. He needed more information. Jazz faltered for a second, and Tim quickly handed Danny a card from his wallet. 

  “You’re a smart kid. If you have the time, I’d love to see you intern at Wayne Tech. Just call me and we’ll set it up.” The siblings looked shocked. 

  “Are you serious? This is awesome!” Danny held the card in his hands like it was the most fragile thing. Jazz snatched it and put it in her pocket. 

  “He’ll think about it. Goodbye Mr. Wayne.”
 
  With that, she dragged the boy and the wagon out of the coffee shop, and out of sight. Tim rushed over to his computer and opened one of the programs. What the Nightingales didn’t know, is that the card he had given them had an audio recorder and tracker. He slipped his headphones on and caught the end of Jazz’s static-filled sentence.
 
  “-blueprints! are you insane?!” 

  “I just thought-“

  “Thought what? That telling Batman’s personal investors about mom and dad’s inventions was a good idea?”

  “He wants me to work for Wayne Tech! It’s an opportunity!”

  “He wants to monitor you! I bet this has a tracker in it!”

  Oh no. He heard ripping and silence. The tracker went offline. They found that sooner than he expected. He quickly saved the recording and hacked into the cameras in the coffee shop to get a visual of their faces, but found the file corrupted. That couldn’t be good, he reopened the audio file and played it, only to hear static. Sh@t. Do they have access to some type of malware? He sent the files over to Barbara, if anyone could recover them, it was her. 
 
  ———
 Timberly:  Hey Oracle, need these recovered ASAP. ComputersAndStuff:  yea sure ComputersAndStuff:  whats it for anyway  Timberly:   Metas in Gotham. Could be trouble, possible malware. Heading back to the Cave now to meet with B.  ComputersAndStuff:   oOo drama :D ComputersAndStuff:  dont worry ill have the files sent to the computer by the time u get there Timberly:  Counting on you Oracle. 
  ———
 
  When Tim got to the bat-computer, he was surprised to see that the files had not been sent yet. He figured it must be taking Oracle a little longer than she suspected, so he decided to do some digging on the Nightingales. He started with a surface-level search, the only thing he found was Jazz was enrolled as a freshman at Gotham University, and Danny transferred over to West Reeve in metropolis, no mention of the school he went to previously. They didn’t have any social media accounts Tim could find, and digging a little deeper, no birth certificates either. There was no evidence they even existed before they moved to Gotham. 
 
  Tim looked at the time only to find a couple hours had passed, and there still no update from Barbara. Now he was worried. He shot her a quick text, and was met with her calling to reply.
 
  “Hey what’s going on?” He asked, still staring at the computer screen. On the other end of the line, Barbara gave a frustrated sigh.
 
  “This is turning out to be a bit harder than I expected. These files are really damaged! I tried file carving the audio file, but it was too fragmented, same with the video file. Low-level disk imaging is probably our best bet here, but it’s gonna take me a while.”
 
  “How long is awhile? There’s only so much I can do without running facial recognition software.” 
 
  “With all the other things I have to do?” she paused, thinking. “About a week, tops.”
 
  “Sh@t.” Tim sighed, this was just great. He had basically no information and the debrief with B and the fam was in an hour. He put all the information that he had in two files, one for each sibling, and starred at the empty space where their pictures should be. Sure he had a description of them in the files, but having a picture would help the fam keep a lookout for them. 
 
  Well, if he didn’t have a picture, why didn’t he just make one? He’d go to a police sketch artist, but they would ask too many questions and would take too long. Luckily for him, there was an artist in the family who might help. Unluckily for him, it was the demon brat. Tim huffed as he went to the main floor, this was not turning out to be his day.
 
  Tim made his way up the staircase and went to Damian’s room. He found that the brat had left his door open, and he peeked his head inside, looking for traps. Damian was at his desk, sharpening and carefully inspecting one of the many swords that he usually hung on his walls. 
 
  “What do you want, Drake? Surely you did not come to my room just to stand in the doorway.” Damian called out, still sharpening his blade.
 
  “Are you busy right now? I wanted to ask a favor.”
 
  “Does it look like I’m busy, Drake?” He cleaned and oiled the blade, cut his thumb purposefully and put it back in its scabbard before hanging it back on the wall.
 
  “Um, yes?” 
 
  “Good to know your eyes are working. Now leave my room.” He grabbed another sword from the wall and unsheathed it, glaring at Tim.
 
  “It’s important, there are unknown metas in Gotham, it could be trouble.” Tim called the brats bluff, keeping half of himself in Damian’s room. There’s no way he would stab him… again… right?
 
  “Last chance Drake, I have not yet cleaned this blade, so I have no qualms with dirtying it. Leave.” He pointed the blade threateningly at Tim, unblinking. Okay so maybe he wasn’t bluffing. He needed to get Damian interested in this fast, or else this was going to be like when the brat first showed up all over again.
 
  “You know, I thought one of them was one of your clones at first, he looked exactly like you.” That caught the brats attention. He lowered his blade slightly as Tim continued. “I think he’s somewhere around your age too, only reason I knew he definitely wasn’t you is because was he was smiling, oh and his eyes were blue.”
 
  If Tim blinked, he wouldn’t have been able to see how quickly Damian sheathed his blade. Something he said had caught the demon brats attention, and he wasn’t going to question it as long as all his blood stayed on the inside.
 
  “What do you want me to do Drake?” Tim took that as permission to enter the room, ignoring the glare that was still pointed in his direction.
 
  “I’m directing a debrief on the situation, as I have the most information on the two of them. I haven’t been able to get any photos of their faces, though, and I know you’re an artist, so I was thinking you could maybe help me out?” The question hung in the air for what seemed like forever, Damian glaring at Tim, and Tim ready to book it if things go wrong. 
 
  “Your share of Alfred’s cookies. For a month.” That… wasn’t too unreasonable, especially for the brat. Something was up.
 
  “That’s it?” The question was met with silence. Everyone would kill for Alfred’s cookies, including Tim, but if he could get Damian to actually work with him on something, maybe the cookies were worth it. “Deal.”
 
  ———
 
  “Here’s what we know,” Tim started, flipping to the first slide. Most of the bats were crowded around the bat computer, with the exception of D@ck and Jason. D@ck was in Bludhaven working on his own assignments, and Jason never showed up to debriefs. “Their names are Danny and Jazz Nightingale. They currently live somewhere in Toxic Acres. We cannot confirm their meta abilities, but the current hypothesis is enhanced sight and hearing.” He flipped to the next slide, with the sketches that Damian made. “Jazz is approximately 6’5, has red hair and blue eyes, and she’s about 18-19 years old. Danny is approximately 5’4, 15-16 years old, has black hair, blue eyes, and what appears to be a Lichtenberg figure that covers most of his right side. Jazz has been observed to be protective of Danny, and somewhat hostile if she feels his safety is threatened. Danny is much more open to communication, so if possible, talk to him alone.”
 
  “They have not displayed any signs of being a threat, however there are some concerns. The last time we met, he showed me, as Tim, blueprints of weapons that he claimed to have. His claims his parents were the ones who made them, and that they run off an unknown power source. He also claims to be building this power source in Gotham.” Everyone looked anxious. Tim paused, letting everyone take in the information. 
 
  “Why don’t we have any pictures of them?” Steph asked from her spot on the floor, having decided to sit when Tim was talking. 
 
  “I think Oracle can answer this one, Barb, all you.” He looked to the monitor of the Bat computer, and a tab with Barbs face popped up. She smiled and gave a quick wave to everyone in the cave, before going back to typing something. 
 
  “Hey everyone! The situation is a bit complicated but I’ll try my best to explain! So, this is the footage from the coffee shop right before they showed up, watch:” on the screen, another tab popped up, with a video on it. They could see Tim using his computer when he looked out the window, and about a minute later, the video goes static.
 
   “So that’s the exact moment they walk into frame. This has happened with every single camera that has them in frame, Except!” She pulled up another tab, with a very blurry photo of Jazz and Danny. “I found this one! I had to zoom in a bunch because they weren’t even close to the camera, so I’m guessing it’s proximity based. Unfortunately, I can’t run facial recognition when the photo is so blurry, but now we know that we can get a photo of them at least!” 
 
  Tim heard Duke utter something under his breath. “What is it Duke?” He looked at Duke, his face was scrunched in confusion, trying to get a better look at the photo.
 
  “They’re glowing, not like, a normal amount, it’s… different.” Duke said, walking closer to the screen. 
 
  “You’re going to have to explain more than that, Thomas.” Damian spoke up, also inspecting the photo.
 
  “Okay, well basically everyone has an aura, right? And usually it’s one or two colors, and fluctuates, but still stays in a barrier around a person. These are not that. The girl, her aura is red, usually not good. It’s very bright too, and thicker than a normal person, but not uncommon for a meta. But the boys? Actually terrifying.” He paused for a moment, looking back to the bats. “It looks like a monster. And the colors, well, part of it is like a black hole, a void. I’ve never seen anything like it. And the other part? Blindingly bright Lazarus green.”
 
  ———
 
  “Do I really have to wear a suit?” Danny complained, tugging at the collar of his new uniform. It was his first day at West Reeve, a private school in metropolis. The uniform in question was a simple blue suit jacket and gray slacks, with a white collared shirt and a black tie. It was tailor made to his measurements, so even with its simplicity it looked refined. Danny hated it.
 
  “That’s just the way it is Danny, hurry up or you’re going to be late!” Jazz called out from her room. She was getting ready herself. Gotham U didn’t start the fall semester for another week, so in the meantime she was committing her time to job interviews. She had a couple today, internship offers from psychiatrist offices, a pharmaceutical assistant, and the one she was really interested in: the open therapist position at Arkham Asylum. Was it a bad idea? Probably, but it would definitely be interesting, and the pay was decent, she wouldn’t have to worry about groceries, even with as much as Danny eats in a week. She probably wouldn’t get the position anyway, but it was good experience for the other interviews.
 
  “Danny!” She called out again after hearing no response from her brother. 
 
  “I’m going I’m going!” He shoved the rest of his things in his bag, silently praying he didn’t forget anything and zips it up.
 
  “You got the thermos?” Danny quickly confirmed that he did, in fact, have the thermos.
 
  “What about the ecto I put in your water bottle?” Danny looked around for a second, spotting the metal water bottle on the counter and grabbing it.
 
  “Got it! I think that’s everything, I really gotta go!” He quickly transformed, and after a quick goodbye, he went invisible and started the fly over the bay to Metropolis. The Bay glistened below, reflecting the lights coming from Gotham and the pink sunrise. As he flew over the water, he could see the many boats and ships that dotted the bay, their lights twinkling like stars in the early morning light.
 
  As he flew further away from Gotham, Danny could see the city start to give way to the sprawling suburbs. The neighborhoods became greener and more peaceful, with large houses and well-manicured lawns.
 
  Eventually, he began to approach Metropolis, the shining "City of Tomorrow". It was the complete opposite of Gotham, a glittering city that seemed to stretch on forever. The skyscrapers reached up to the sky, their windows reflecting the bright lights of the city below. The streets were bustling with activity, and the sound of honking cars and chatter filled the air below him. 
 
  Danny used his phone to guide him to the location of his school, passing by the famous Daily Planet building, its iconic globe shining brightly in the sunlight. He took note of all the landmarks, such as the towering LexCorp building and the impressive Metropolis University. The streets were lined with shops and vendors selling all manner of goods, and the people of Metropolis seemed to be in a constant state of motion.
 
  Eventually, Danny found West Reeve. It was an imposing structure, a grand, three-story building made of red brick and white stone. The school sat on a sprawling green campus, surrounded by tall oak trees and well-manicured gardens. The main entrance was a large, wooden door with a brass knocker and a sign above it that read "West Reeve: Where Excellence is Expected."
 
  The first thing that caught Danny’s eye was the impressive façade, with its tall columns and ornate stone carvings. The school's crest, a lion holding a sword and shield, was prominently displayed above the entrance. The windows were tall and arched, with leaded glass panes that let in the light. 
 
  Students already crowded the entrance, finding their cliques and catching up with their friends. Danny could feel a pang in his chest, knowing Sam and Tucker already had first day of junior year at Casper. His core ached for someone else as well, but he tried to shake off the feeling, instead flying around campus to look for a place to transform back. 
 
  The school grounds were meticulously maintained, with perfectly manicured lawns and flower beds filled with colorful blooms. A large fountain sat in the center of the courtyard, its water sparkling in the sun. The athletic fields were located at the back of the campus, where Danny could see kids at the track and field, soccer and football fields, who had already begun practice for the morning. 
 
  Danny settled on transforming in the stadium bathroom, knowing it would be empty. Once confirming, he let the rings of light turn him back to a more “normal” state, and walked to the entrance of the school. He could already feel the judging eyes of his peers digging into his back, the whispers already starting. It appeared some things don’t change, no matter what school you go to.
 
  When he stepped through the entrance, he found it to be no different than any other high school, if not more well-funded. He looked into some classrooms that were filling with kids, practically gawking at the tech the teachers had in their rooms. Forcing himself to take a more pessimistic look, he saw that the teachers were just that, clutching onto their travel mugs like their last lifeline. Groups of kids looked glued to each other, not leaving their social groups, and definitely not accepting new members. The lockers he passed looked larger than the ones at Casper, maybe he wouldn’t have to contort himself to fit if he was shoved in them. 
 
  Danny kept his head down as he walked to the front office. He was supposed to meet with the councilor to discuss his schedule and extracurriculars. There wasn’t much to discuss, he just needed the core classes. Being a king was difficult enough, he didn’t need to be in any clubs or on any teams. He walked up to the lady at the front desk, who was playing solitaire on her computer.
 
  “Excuse me miss, I’m here to see Dr. Perez.” The front desk lady nearly jumped out of her chair, her face flushed as she quickly changed tabs to something more official looking. 
 
  “Oh goodness gracious! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Mr. Nightingale correct?” Danny nodded his head, firmly planting his feet in the ground. He mentally cursed himself for forgetting to make noise again. She typed something up on her computer before looking back to him. “She’s all ready for you! Just down this way and it’s the office on the right.” She pointed to the hallway behind her desk, and Danny followed her direction. 
 
  He knocked on the door he thought was the counselors‘s office. He heard a muffled “Come in!” before he opened it slowly. The office was filled with soft, warm light fixtures, the harsh overhead lights turned off in favor of the lamps. Beanbag chairs littered the floor, along with stuffed animals. There was a small sofa on one of the walls, and a comfortable looking chair accompanying it. Dr Perez was sitting behind a very messy desk, papers littered about it as she sipped from her coffee cup.
 
  “Sorry for the mess, first day and I already have too much paperwork! I’m Dr. Perez, but please, just call me Nova.” She motioned to the room. “Please, sit wherever you like, and we can get started.” Danny decided to sit on one of the beanbag chairs, practically sinking into the plush material. It was surprisingly comfortable. Nova pulled out a tablet from under the papers and turned it on. 
 
  “So, I see that you’ve completed all the summer assignments, that’s good,” she scrolled through the messy notes on her screen, “not all of them have been graded yet, but from what I can see, you’ll be passing all your classes, so we don’t need to do any repeats. That’s very good.” She opened another application, a more professional looking notes app. “Let’s discuss your schedule then, okay?”
 
  She talked at him for what seemed like forever, trying to get him to sign up for anything other than the bare-bones minimum that Danny signed up for. She did eventually find a class that Danny agreed to take with no hesitation, and signed him up for astronomy. He needed a language class as well, and ended up agreeing to Latin. A lot of ghosts use dead languages, so he already new the basics.
 
  Finally, he had a finished schedule. The meeting ran longer than expected, so he missed English, but he was actually looking forward to the rest of the day. Here, wasn’t “Fenton Freak.” Maybe he could let himself settle into the middle of the pack, and just be a normal kid. He could at least try.
 
  ———
 
  Jazz sat in the lobby of Arkham, after going through several layers of security. She re-tied her hair up into a neat bun, fussing over her appearance. Seven seconds. That’s how long researchers say you have to make a good first impression. To say she was nervous was an understatement, this was her dream workplace, and after she got her psychology degree, she’d get her dream job here, but it all depended on those first seven seconds.
 
  “Ms. Nightingale? They’re ready for you.” A young woman poked her head into the lobby, holding the access-controlled door open for her. Jazz stood up and with as much confidence as she could muster, walked with the lady to the meeting room, their heels clacking against the floor. Jazz normally didn’t wear heels, but the added height that made her tower over everyone gave her confidence. It intimidated people, and she could use that to her advantage. 
 
  When she walked into the meeting room, there were three people sitting on the other side of the table. Jazz smiled and introduced herself, shaking everyone’s hands before being asked to sit. She did so with grace. Her seven seconds were up, and she could only hope she managed to make a good impression.
 
  “Ms. Nightingale, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m Dr. Karen Blackwood, head of psychology. This is Ms. Stephanie Mitchell, the HR manager, and Dr. Michael Grey, the administrator for Arkham.” They exchanged pleasantries with Jazz before Ms. Mitchell picked up some paperwork, and began to ask her questions. 
 
  “Tell us a little bit about yourself Ms. Nightingale.” 
 
  “Why are you interested in this position?”
 
  “What are your long-term career goals?”
 
  Jazz had rehearsed her answers for the generic questions, having already been asked these at the other offices she applied for. Her responses came out smooth and eloquent, and her confidence grew. 
 
  Dr. Blackwoods questions were more challenging, hypothetical scenarios that could happen in Arkham and how Jazz would solve them.
 
  “How would you handle difficult or resistant clients?”
 
  “How would you handle and maintain client confidentiality and boundaries?”
 
  “How would you handle crisis situations?” 
 
  Important questions that Jazz would be surprised if they didn’t ask them. That didn’t make answering them any easier, and Jazz took her time with each one. Finally it was  Dr. Grey’s turn for his round of questioning, but he only needed to ask one.
 
  “Ms. Nightingale, you passed the psychological evaluation earlier this week, but we also tried to run a background check, and we’re coming up empty. Would you like to explain to us why?” 
 
  This was it, the question she had been dreading from the start. The real question was, how badly did she want to work here?
 
  “Well, Dr. Grey, I see why that is a cause for concern, but I do have an explanation.” She would tell as close to the truth as possible, leaving out all the ghost details.
 
  “My little brother and I suffered negligence and abuse from our parents, but my little brother got the worst of it.” That was mostly true, Jazz and Danny practically raised themselves, and sure, they didn’t know Danny was phantom for most of that time, but they still tried to ‘rip him apart molecule by molecule.’
 
  “So when I turned eighteen I took my parents to court for custody of him.” Also mostly true. Danny and Jazz had made a plan for if Danny wanted to tell their parents he was phantom. He would wait until Jazz was at least eighteen, and if things went south she would take custody of him. Things went south.
 
  “It was difficult, since Danny was adopted we weren’t blood related, but eventually I was granted full custody of him.” That was entirely true. Thank the ancients that Sam provided them with the money for a decent lawyer, especially since Vlad got involved and tried to take custody of Danny himself. 
 
  “My parents were upset by this outcome,” understatement of the century, “and actively hunted us down. It got so bad that I ended up changing our last name and hiring someone to erase all trace of our previous life.” The term hire was used loosely, Tucker had done everything for free. He didn’t need to do much, the GIW had done most of the heavy lifting keeping everything about amity behind a firewall, and used a modified, ghost-tech version of the code for everything Danny and Jazz related. 
 
  “If you think it’s necessary I can give you more information, as long as none of it is documented or on the record. I can’t risk my parents coming after Danny.” Or Vlad, or the GIW. The three interviewers gave each other a look, skepticism seeping into their expressions.
 
  “Excuse us for just a moment Ms. Nightingale,” Dr. Blackwood said, “we’ll be back in just a moment.” The three of them left the room. Jazz sat in silence in the now empty room. She totally blew it. She checked her phone for the time. It was getting late, Danny should be home from school by now. She opened her phone and checked his location, finding him to be right where she expected him to be. She decided to shoot him a quick text to let him know she was ok.
 Jazz:  Hey, just finishing up my last interview for the day, should be heading home soon. DannyPhantastic:  cool! it going well? want me to head over? Jazz:  You need to finish your homework, I’ll be fine. Just wanted to update you. DannyPhantastic:  u didnt say if it was going well, did something happen? Jazz:  We’ll see. 
  Jazz had just tucked her phone away when the three interviewers walked back in and sat down across from her. Dr. Grey adjusted his glasses and fussed with some paperwork in front of him. 
 “Ms. Nightingale, we understand that your,  predicament,  is of the upmost discretion, and you have our word that nothing you have shared with us will leave this room.” Here comes the but. Jazz mentality braced herself for the rejection. “However, we can’t afford another Quinn situation,” There it was, the first of many rejections she was probably going to face. “but we have an idea in mind. We can’t hire you as a full therapist, but as understaffed as we are we need as much help as we can get, and we think you would be a perfect fit. How would you like to work indoor security? It pays just as much, you’ll be offered the same benefits, and the hours are more flexible so we can work with your college schedule. Once you get your college degree we can reopen the discussion on being a psychologist here.” 
  Jazz was shocked. She guessed she played up the intimidation factor a little too much. It was a great offer, but what would happen if there was a break out? She would be in the front lines, she could be killed. Well, she could be killed as a therapist anyway, with this position she would at least have a weapon to defend herself. She weighed the pros and cons in her mind before giving her answer.
 
  “I’ll do it.”
 
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  The tour of the facility took forever, and Jazz was starting to regret wearing heels. She was even introduced to some of the lower-level patients, who had decided to cause a ruckus in their common area. She observed first hand how the security guards handled the situation, using de-escalation techniques to calm the inmates before sending them to their rooms. She didn’t get to see the higher security areas, as she wouldn’t be working there for a while, but it was still a lot to take in.
 
  Once the tour was finished, she and Ms. Mitchell sat down in her office to finish the onboarding paperwork. It didn’t take too long, and after she sorted out a schedule with Ms. Mitchell, left the building to find the sun had already set. She quickly messaged Danny that she was heading home, and started the long walk back.
 
  Night in Gotham was dark. Darker than it should have been in a city filled with light pollution. Jazz had long forgone the heels, slipping on the old flats she had kept in her massive purse. Better to have and not need. Her gps on her phone guided her back to Twin Acres, she would learn the route eventually. Eventually she was out of the Narrows and in a neighborhood called Park Row, about a half an hour walk until she was home.
 
  The streets grew darker here, her hair stood up on the back of her neck, like it would if Danny was nearby. She opened the location app to check on him, only to find he was back at the house. He wouldn’t leave his phone at home, would he? She started to message him when she felt someone grab her hair and yank her into an alley. 
 
  She let her guard down for one second and was met with a blade pressing into her neck.

  
  

    
      
        
        
          I hope it’s not too obvious I suck at dialogue haha :PMy favorite thing has to be the vampire theory it’s just too funny! Also, some people might be wondering about why Damian cut his thumb on his sword, this is because of a belief that a lot of warriors have, “Draw sword, Draw blood.” For Damian, drawing a weapon is taken very seriously, and he does not allow himself to sheath his weapons until he has used it to draw blood, usually the blood of his enemies, but if not is available, he substitutes his own blood to honor the letter of the rule. Just a fun little detail that I really enjoy!This has been so much fun to write but DANG is it hard. I already respected fanfic authors before but this has given me a new perspective and I can appreciate the work that my favorite authors do on a whole other level!Also, I’m gonna drop off the face of the earth for a few days, so I won’t be able to read all your comments but I look forward to seeing what you think when I’m back! Feel free to leave some questions if you have any and I’ll answer once I’m home! I love all of you so much, thanks for reading!'
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