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Assistant: Title: Turning Shadows into Shapes
        Author: CryingCosmonaut CryingCosmonaut 
        Chapter: 1/6 
        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 1: Snow in the Summer
    

    

        
          
          
            Danny and Jazz move into their new home and immediately run into trouble.
          
        

      
        
          HELLOO! This is my first fic and I’m super exited to be here! If you have any notes please leave them in the comments! TYSM for reading!EDIT: Fixed some formatting issues, Ty for the comments!EDIT TWO: fixed some spelling mistakes and grammatical errors! Ty for letting me know I appreciate the feedback!!
      
  

  
  
    
    As the bus rumbled through the city streets, Danny couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety building inside of him. He had always heard about the infamous city of Gotham, but seeing it in person was something else entirely. Skyscrapers loomed over the narrow streets, blocking out the summer sun almost entirely. Danny’s head pressed against the glass of the bus window, trying to get a better look at what lies ahead. The world outside filled the air with the sound of honking horns, sirens, and the chatter of people going about their daily lives.As the bus moves through the city, he couldn’t help but be struck by the contrast between the glittering, modern skyscrapers and the grittier, older neighborhoods that seem to cling to the edges of Gotham. The streets were crowded with people of all walks of life, from wealthy businessmen in tailored suits to homeless people huddled in doorways.Despite its bustling energy, there is a sense of darkness and danger lurking just beneath the surface of the city. It made the hair on the back of Danny’s neck stand up. Crime is rampant, and the streets are patrolled by heavily armed police officers and armored vehicles. There is a sense that anything can happen in Gotham, and that danger is always just around the corner, waiting for you to drop your guard.He looked to his left at his sister, Jazz, who was deeply focused on the thick psychology textbook in front of her, her dark blue eyes scanning the dense text and taking in the information. She had always been fascinated by the mysteries of the human mind, and the textbook was filled with interesting insights and theories. As she read, she occasionally made notes in the margins or underlined passages that she found particularly interesting. She would occasionally look up from her textbook, look at her phone, and glance over at Danny, as if checking to make sure he was still there. If their eyes met, she would give him a reassuring smile and go back to working on her textbook.“So,” started Danny, “what project are you working on this time?”“This one’s funny actually, I have to write an academic paper investigating the influence of family dynamics on children's development.” The both chuckled a bit from the irony. “It’s not due for a while, but I think it’s best for me to get ahead of my schoolwork so I can focus on finding a job out here.”The conversation paused, Jazz could tell Danny was on high alert as they passed through the narrows. He looked as if he was wound up by a string, ready to jump up at a moments notice. She could practically hear his core humming with anxiety as he fiddled his hands, staring daggers out of the bus window.“I know this is a lot of change, and that Gotham isn’t exactly the most… safe place, but it has the most, stuff” she exaggerated the word, mindful of the other passengers on the bus who might be listening in “for your ‘condition.’ Besides, I can handle myself, I’ll be ok.” Danny wanted to believe that.“I know, it’s just…” He trailed off as he spotted some suspicious movement out of the corner of his eye. His head whipped around fast enough to give a normal person whiplash, ready for a fight. Outside, there was a street performer (if you could call them that) dressed as a poor rendition of the joker. What a sick sense of humor. He felt like his core was in his throat as he looked back at Jazz.“I know.” She gave him a small smile, worry hidden in her eyes. Logically, he knew that Jazz could take on an entire platoon and be fine, but that didn’t stop the aching he could feel in his core. The yearning to protect, to go home, even if “home” wasn’t safe for him anymore, Jazz would be safe at least. No amount of reasoning could sate his obsession.Its all he can think about. When the bus turns this corner, what would I do if Poison Ivy was there? Or Joker? Or Mr. Freeze? How much force is acceptable to use against a living opponent? Do I have to hold back? If I fight them, would Batman think I’m a meta? Would he kick me out of Gotham? Who would protect Jazz then? He definitely wasn’t spiraling. Jazz placed her hand in his, his body stiffened, she knew it was all he could do to not fly back to Amity right now. His hands were as cold as ice, but she didn’t let go. After a few minutes, his posture relaxed a bit, and he felt warmer. They were in the Heights, last stop before their new home in a neighborhood called “Twin Acres”.When they got to their stop, they gathered up all their things and mentally prepared for any altercation they could encounter. They weren’t dumb, the Heights were a nice part of Gotham, but they were still easy targets for any thieves and muggers. They had huge backpacks, and two suitcases each, outing themselves as non-locals. It was a half an hour walk to Twin Acres, no buses even stopped nearby, and they weren’t taking any chances. Jazz had one of the Fenton blasters Danny modified, basically making it an ecto-taser that worked against the living and dead, stuffed in her pocket with her finger on the trigger. Danny didn’t have any weapons, but that was because he could punt a thief into the sun at a moment’s notice. They stuck to high traffic areas, and didn’t take any “shortcuts” through alleys, although it would have been faster. If they didn’t have to take a risk, they weren’t going to. Thankfully (and surprisingly) they made it to their new neighborhood without any fights.When they got to Twin acres, the entire neighborhood was surrounded by a tall wire fence and caution tape. It looked completely deserted, no sign of life inside but the weeds peeking up from the cracks in the road. An old billboard off to their right, color sucked out by the sun, read “Welcome to Twin TOXIC Acres!” Hazard signs bordered the fence, deterring any wannabe looters.“Uh, Jazz? Are you sure this is the right place?” Said Danny, inspecting the biohazard sign in front of them.“Yep, this is it, the house was super cheep, guess I know why now. The heat, water, and electric still work though, I’m glad I asked about that.” She reached into her backpack, digging around for a second before pulling out a bright red bag that has “bio haz” written on it in big black sharpie letters. “Ah, here it is.” She opened the bag and dug around in that one too.“How many emergency bags do you even have in there? How many did you sneak in mine?” He’s tempted to root through his bags to see what she might have put in there.“Better to have and not need, then to need and not have. Franz Kafka. Great novelist, I brought a couple of his books if you want to borrow them.”“If I have to read another book I think my eyes will melt.”“Oh come on Danny, no such thing as too many books. Besides, you’re lucky your old teachers let you do all that make up work, otherwise your gpa would have plummeted!”Wasn’t that the truth. Between protecting the town, protecting his identity from both his parents and the GIW, and now being the king of an infinite dimension, school wasn’t very high on his “to do” list. It was all he could do to not fall sleep in class, but Mr. Lancer still had to wake the boy up during his lectures sometimes. The only reason that they even let him try is because they “heard about his troubles at home” and wanted to give him another chance. The work itself wasn’t too difficult, but the amount he had was overwhelming. He ended up bribing clockwork with fudge Jazz had made (it was nothing compared to their dads, but it would have to do) to freeze time for an hour every day of the summer so he could get it done before transferring to West Reeve, without having to worry about ghost attacks, kingly duties, or the GIW. More than once, Danny had fallen asleep when time was frozen, but seeing as he needed a break every now and then, clockwork let him rest in frozen time, only unfreezing it when he awoke.By this point, Jazz had put on a gas mask that she pulled out of the bag and holding another in her hand. She thought for a second, before putting it back in said bag.“Wow. Rude. Guess I’ll die.” Danny teased knowing full well that he didn’t need to breathe, it was just a habit at this point. Jazz gave him a scoff in response, throwing the small bag over her shoulder.“Leave the stuff, we don’t know if it’s safe inside for it. As soon as I’m done with the tests we’ll come back for it.”“Kay.” Replied Danny, already phasing the bags into the ground. He stuck a small branch into the dirt to mark where their stuff was, and looked around to make sure there were no witnesses. Taking his sisters hand, they phased through the fence easily, instead of having to climb it. It was just quicker.Jazz walked for a bit through the neighborhood towards the center, Danny hovering next to her being mindful not to breathe. He found the more ghost he behaved, the less he noticed the carbon dioxide building in his lungs. The unused houses were spaced relatively far apart, with large lawns and gardens surrounding each home. The streets were lined with mature trees that would provide shade, had the almost permanent clouds of Gotham not already done so.However, due to a lack of maintenance, the gardens and lawns had become overgrown with weeds and tall grass. Vines and other creeping plants started to climb up the sides of the houses, and some of the tree branches hung low to the ground, almost blocking the sidewalks, and cracks in the road were home to a variety of weeds and grasses. The only sounds that Danny could hear were distant birds and the almost nonexistent sound of Jazz’s footsteps, Danny held her hand, floating upside down like a balloon.The untamed plant life gave the neighborhood a certain charm, secluded and peaceful, it was easy to forget that they were even in Gotham in the first place. Jazz stops, and Danny floated back down to earth as she pulls a case out of the bag and sets it on the ground. Out of it, she pulls out an unfamiliar machine and starts putting it together.“What’s that?” Danny hovered over her shoulder, literally, trying to get a better look.“It’s a portable Gas Chromatograph” she replied, attaching what looks to be a thin, long tube.“It detects volatile organic compounds, or VOCs for short. I’m using the air sampler to detect the VOCs in the surrounding atmosphere, to see if it’s safe for us to breathe.” She turned a knob at the top, and flipped a switch on the side. The machine whirred to life, and the tiny screen on the front displayed numbers, Danny didn’t know what for. Jazz picked up the GC by a small handle on top with one hand, and held the tube in the other. She slowly waved it around, walking in what looked to Danny like random directions. Knowing Jazz, its probably an important, predetermined path to make sure the machine was operating at its most optimal performance.“How long is this gonna take?” Danny asked, fiddling with the string on his hoodie.“About ten to twenty minutes, this is probably the most contaminated area, so I don’t really need to move too much. Just don’t go closer to the waste site, we probably shouldn’t go there without proper equipment. Why don’t you explore the area, take a look at the house? Do whatever ghosts do in a new haunt.”“Ight, I’m going ghost, yell if you need anything, I’ll hear you.” With a flash of white, he flew up into the air to get a better look at the surrounding neighborhood. From above, it looked like a normal suburb, just a bit… greener. Danny would have to keep an eye out for poison ivy, Toxic Acres seemed like a good place for her to chill, if she doesn’t breathe. Does she breathe? Or is she more like a plant? He hoped he would never find out.Danny needed to make sure that at least from a ghostly standpoint, the area would be safe. He needed to claim Toxic Acres as his territory. He rose higher, until he was sure he was far enough away, and took a long, deep breath in. It felt good to breathe, to feel the hot summer air enter his lungs. It reminded him that he was still somewhat alive, that his heart can still beat, and his blood sometimes runs red. He held the breath in, his lungs filled to the brim with oxygen, so much that it he felt as if his lungs might pop. Only then did he breathe out. The air around him chilled, and the vapor in the air condensed into clouds that became heavy in the now freezing temperatures. He kept breathing out, focusing on releasing his energy into the air around him as it begins to snow. The frost was slightly tinted green, but if anyone noticed the snow it wouldn’t be for the color. Once Toxic Acres and a small amount of the surrounding area was sufficiently coated in ecto, he started to float down. He could sense exactly where Jazz was now, inside one of the houses closer the boarder fence. Once close enough to the ground, he transformed back into his “living” form, dropping to the road in front of the house.Releasing that much energy really took a lot out of him. He walked up the driveway, now covered in melting snow, and slammed into the front door in a failed attempt to phase through. Right, he was tired. He forgot that happens to him. He reached for the handle, turned it, and pulled. The door doesn’t budge. He mumbled some choice words and pushed the door open with force. It swung open easily, slamming against the wall. Jazz nearly jumped out of her skin, but didn’t turn from her spot on the couch. She knew it was Danny.“Ancients! You scared the sh@t out of me! Everything good?” She asked, focusing on some charts on her screen.“Mm- Yea, just forgot how to open a door for a second, all good. How we lookin?” Danny walked past her with heavy footsteps and slumped over on the chair next to the couch she was sitting on, his eyes heavy with sleep. Jazz took her gas off mask in response.“Well it’s toxic alright, but we’ve been exposed to worse for longer. We’ll be fine, but no friends over, ‘Kay? By the way, there’s an empty bedroom room up for grabs, straight to the left, door on the left. Bathroom is the door on the right. There’s also the attic, but no bed up there yet. Take your pick, I was here first so I picked the bigger room, if you need something in there it’ll be to the left of the dining room. That,” she pointed to a door on the right, in front of the dining room “is the door to the basement, soon to be our poor excuse of a lab. As soon as we bring back all our stuff we can start putting together some equipment- are you even listening?” She looked up to see Danny, collapsed in his chair taking an improvised nap. Ancients knows he needed it.____He knew that this was his moment. He clung to the shadows like a lifeline, his tiny body easily slipping into the blind spots of the cameras as he moved deeper into the building. He gets to an armored door, and with a practiced discipline, he opens it with ease.He is standing in a laboratory surrounded by rows of high-tech equipment and computer screens. He rushes around, slightly frantic, grabbing small, cylindrical bombs from his satchel and placing them on different surfaces throughout the room. He works quickly, it’s only a matter of time before he’s noticed. As he works, a sense of panic and desperation begin to build within him. He knows that when the bombs go off, it could potentially destroy the entire facility and harm anyone who happens to be nearby. Despite this, he continues to place them strategically, driven only by his need to survive.His face is contorted in fear and determination as he struggles to keep his hands steady. He’s terrified, but he doesn't let that show. He knows that he must stay focused and complete his task.Finally, he takes the last bomb sets it down on a nearby table. He takes a step back and pauses for a moment, panting as he tries to catch his breath. He steadies himself, as he carefully arms the bomb.Without warning, the bombs detonate. A loud, ear-splitting explosion fills the laboratory. It’s deafening, echoing off the walls and equipment as it rips through the air.The force of the blast sends shards of glass and metal flying through the air, tearing through anything in their path. He is thrown to the ground as the room fills with smoke and debris.The heat from the explosion is intense, and he can feel his skin burn with heat of the flames as they engulf the room. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and burning plastic, all he could see was white. He failed.____Danny woke up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest and a cold sweat covering his forehead. The room was covered in frost, and he could see every shaky breath he takes. He shot up in the bed, looking around the unfamiliar room in confusion. It takes a moment for him to remember where he is- right, twin acres, Jazz is here. He’s okay. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts and steady his shaking hands. The nightmare was still fresh in his mind, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that lingered in his core. He could still see the image of the bombs in the laboratory, the sound of the explosion ringing in his ears and the heat of the flames searing his skin. The memory wasn’t one he was going to forget any time soon, but he tried to put it out of his mind anyway. He doesn’t like thinking about the past.As his feet hit the floor, the frost dissipates, leaving no trace but the faint green of ecto-energy only Danny could see. He looks outside to see an orange tinted sky, the sun threatening to set. Jazz was still on the couch, typing something up on her laptop.“Hey, have a good nap?” She asked, without looking up from her screen.“Yeah, it was fine, what time is it?”“Around seven, we still need to grab the stuff from outside, maybe get some food, would you mind grabbing the bags? I’ll see if there are any cheep grocery stores nearby online, some fast food too.”“Ughhh, fine.” He groaned out, stretching his limbs. She stuck out her tongue in response, looking back at her laptop. Danny wasted no time with doors and phased straight through the wall. Instead of flying straight to the suitcases, he flew a lap around the perimeter of the neighborhood, following the fence. It was gonna take him a while to get used to this new patrol route, but at least he didn’t have to worry too much about witnesses. He spotted the billboard near the fenced off entrance, and found his hiding spot. The backpacks and suitcases weighed practically nothing to him, but it was still awkward to hold it all. He flew carefully back to the house, the tower of bags teetering the whole way back.It was going to get dark soon, so before unpacking, Danny and Jazz decided to grab a bite to eat and get groceries. The closest grocery store was back in the heights, meaning that no matter what, they were walking home in the dark. Jazz grabbed her ecto-taser and stuffed it in her pocket as Danny emptied out the contents of his backpack to make room for groceries.“Alright, remember the rules?” Jazz asked, pulling up the gps on her phone.“Of course I do Jazz.”“Then where are your sunglasses?” Danny huffed as he rooted through his pile of stuff on the ground, finding the sunglasses and slipping them over his eyes.“Wow not suspicious at all. I’m a totally normal human man, wearing sunglasses in the dark.”“Less suspicious than a kid with glowing eyes.”“True.”Jazz’s eyes glow as well, but it’s not as noticeable as Danny’s, the ice blue light emanating from his eyes shone brightly in low light, while Jazz’s dark blue light was barely there, only really visible in pitch black. When she got angry though, the light bloomed into a bright red. It was good she was slow to anger.They reached the fence, climbing over it this time in case someone was nearby. As they walked, Jazz’s hand tightened around the ecto-taser, her other hand holding Danny’s. Their footsteps made no sound as they followed the gps to the store, making a quick detour when they saw a hotdog stand. The vendor didn’t seem to notice their approach, watching something on his phone.“Excuse me sir-“ the man jumped back, grabbing for something under the register. When he realized it was just some kids, he relaxed and held his chest.“Jesus f@ck kids, thought you were someone else. Learn to make some noise, only people who do that are the rogues and bats.” Jazz shrugged and ordered their food, she would have to be mindful about when it was appropriate to make noise. For Danny and her, it was second nature to be stealthy, more so for Danny. Jazz being liminal, her footsteps naturally made no sound, and her eyesight and hearing were better than others. Usually, she felt at peace in the dark, but the darkness in Gotham was different, unfamiliar. She could feel something’s presence behind them. Carefully, she glanced behind her to find no one there. She looked to Danny, who adjusted his sunglasses while glancing to his left. There was someone watching them. They finished their food, vigilant, the hotdog vendor back on his phone, unaware of the potential danger. Danny grabbed her hand, and decided it’s time for a shortcut. He practically ran into the nearest alley, dragging Jazz with him. As soon as he felt the eyes disappear, he turns them invisible and flys directly to the supermarket. Flying always made Jazz motion sick, so it was definitely a last resort, but it was their first day in the unfamiliar city, they definitely didn’t want to draw attention that quickly.____Tim Drake had no clue what the hell he just saw. It was the start of his patrol as Red Robin, and he was doing his usual thing, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, checking alleyways, tuning into police radios, the usual, when something caught his attention. Well, more like someone. A girl who looked his age with a slightly younger boy, to be exact. They way they moved was what really caught his eye, they walked like they were robins themselves, their footsteps silent and the girl’s eyes darting quickly down all the alleys they passed. He assumed the boy was doing the same thing, but for some reason, he had sunglasses on. Maybe the boy was blind? Nope, he seemed to be leading his sister off their path to stop at a hotdog stand. They accidentally scared the sh@t out of the vendor and Tim couldn’t help but give a small chuckle. The boy stiffened, and the girl looked anxious. There’s no way they heard him, right? He was three stories up and at least half a block away, but he could swear the boy looked him dead in the eyes. A shiver ran up his spine and his hair stood on its end, there was definitely something off about that kid. He was going to follow them to see where they went when the boy grabbed his sisters hand and darted off into an alley where Tim couldn’t see them. He knew that alleyway was a dead end, so he quickly parkoured to another building across from the alley, only to find it empty. That wasn’t right, he was sure they went down this way, how did they leave without him seeing? Was he getting sloppy? He was going to find out, one way or another.____Danny did most of the shopping, Jazz wrote him a list of everything they needed before rushing off to the bathroom. He felt a little bad for making her fly, but he couldn’t really think of another way out of that situation. He made sure to pick up a few extra things, like frozen meals if they were ever in a rush, and some water bottles in case the water was too contaminated for them to drink. Danny also picked up some Mountain Dew for himself, he liked to mix it with ectoplasm, he discovered that the fizzy drink helped mask the bitter flavor of straight ecto, and it was easy for him to carry around in public without arising suspicions. Once he was finished with the shopping, Danny fit all that he could in his backpack, squishing the bread a little bit, but he still had more than three quarters of the groceries left. He really did not think this through. He started clipping some bags to the outside of his backpack, but it was still too much for him and Jazz to carry safely all the way home. Jazz finally came out from the bathroom and picked up everything that she could, trying to stack the rest on top of the pallet of water Danny was holding in his hands.“Looks like you guys could use some help.” An unfamiliar voice came from the roof of the store, startling Jazz and Danny. Danny almost dropped the pallet and was about to book it with Jazz when the figure jumped down, landing in a crouch next to them. As he stood up, they could see he was wearing red bodysuit with a black "R" emblem on the chest, with a red cape and hood.“Oh ancients, you’re Red Robin.” Jazz started, glancing over to her brother to see if he was alright. Danny was buzzing with energy, practically ready to bounce off the walls. She knew he loved the vigilantes of Gotham, but now was not the time to fanboy.“The one and only, you guys aren’t from around here are you?” He noted the slightly midwestern accent and her use of “ancients.” Definitely not the local vernacular.“We’re from Illinois Mr. Robin, sir, we just moved here.” The boy spoke up from behind all the groceries in his hands, excitement in his voice.“We can manage, Mr. Red Robin, we don’t need help.” Jazz chimed in, picking up more groceries off the ground. The longer they stayed around the vigilante the quicker he would realize they weren’t normal and tell Batman.“I insist, it’s been a slow night.” It was never a slow night. Tim realized the girl had picked up on this, but the boy hadn’t yet, so he started grabbing some bags from the boy. The girl sighed in reluctance, handing over some bags to him as well. Up close, he thought that the boy kind of looked like Damian,  but quickly put the thought out of his head. He could see that both the girl and boy had pointed ears, and the boy had a faded scar on his face, traveling down his neck before disappearing under his hoodie. He looked down at the boys right hand and saw it was in a compression glove. He could also see why the boy was wearing the sunglasses, a faint glow behind them. So the boys eyes glow. He’s seen weirder. He said nothing as they started to walk, Tim following closely behind.“Um, Mr. Red Robin?” The boy started.“Just Red Robin, please.”“Right. So I have a question, a couple actually.”“Yeah, sure go ahead.” The boy practically bombarded Tim with questions. Some he couldn’t answer, like how old he was or when and why he started being Robin. The other questions, like specifics on how some of his weapons worked, and why he made the decisions he did in previous battles, made him question how smart this boy was. He would have to keep this one away from Bruce, the black hair and blue? eyes already made him adoptable, but factor in his intelligence, stealth, and possibly broken home life (Danny had started to say something about his parents but Jazz had shut it down) and he was a shoe-in for Robin status. It took Tim awhile to realize what direction they were heading in.“So, what neighborhood did you guys move to?” He asked, hoping he was wrong.“Twin Acres.” The girl had given him short answers the whole walk over, she was still off put by his presence.“You mean Toxic Acres? That whole area is contaminated with dangerous levels of toxic waste, it’s not livable.”“We know, Jazz tested it, we’ll be fine.” The boy chipped in, smile still on his face. Tim retracts his earlier statements that the boy was smart, he had to be an idiot if he thinks toxic acres is livable. At least he knows the girls name is Jazz now.“How do you know you’ll be fine? Nobody can survive in there for long, even poison ivy decided to skip on the place.”“We’ve got some… experience? With toxic waste, trust me, we’ll be fine.”Well, Tim didn’t like the sound of that. Jazz shot the boy a look as they approached the boarder of Toxic Acres. Tim started to set down the stuff, obviously he wasn’t going inside. Danny clamored over the fence, and Jazz started throwing the groceries over, one bag at a time. Danny caught each one and stacked them into a pile. Tim was surprised he didn’t miss a catch once. Once all the groceries were over the fence, Jazz climbed over as well, with more grace then her brother.“Thanks for the help Red Robin, but we’ve got it from here.” She said, starting to pick up some groceries.“Yeah thanks Red Robin, you’re the best!” The boy had a big smile on his face, and Tim realizes that his ears aren’t the only thing unnaturally sharp. His canines are huge, and his other teeth were somewhat pointed as well. They picked up all they could, leaving behind a couple bags, and walked into the neighborhood. Red Robin needed to tell Batman about these kids, but it could wait until patrol was over. What he really needed was a cup of coffee.'
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