Amnesia Au

Dc x dp idea 77

A reveal gone right ends in tragedy.

Danny told his parents he was phantom They accepted him. The problem is Jack accidentally outed him.

Jack and Maddie got questions on why they stopped there hunting and threats to ghost. The two just do catch and releases as necessary as phantom does.

Jack just goes well we don’t want to hunt our son.

Amity Parker’s just accept it. To bad the GIW and government don’t.

This leads to jack and Maddie making a device to get their family out. Ellie is a member of the family at this time. They don’t want to flee into the ghost zone as three of the five are human. Rather they want to make a device that goes to a separate dimension and hope it’s better.

If not just dimension hop.

The Giw break through the defenses of the house right as they finished an experimental version.

Only the kids make it through. Jack and Maddie stayed behind to stop the Giw and get rid of the ghost portal. They didn’t want to leave the GIW with means to destroy a whole entire dimension full of beings who could feel and think.

The three kids end up in the dc dimensions.

The justice league is alerted to a dimensional hop via JLD? maybe. Or some system scanning looking for it.

I am free

(1/3)

So is Steven going to end up with a similar problem to Canon Steven when it comes to shape shifting or is he going to make it out unscarred

(15) Shapeshift

De-aged Danny shenanigans with an adult Damian taking after his father.

Danny, about 6: *drigging through the trash*

Damian, 26: Hello? Are you alright?

Danny, whips around to look at him with glowing green eyes: hissssss

Damian, blinks: Oh, dear....Are you hungry?

Danny, suspicious:... yeth

Damian, nods: If you come with me, we can either go to a batburger down the street or my apartment a block over. I have a washer and dryer I can run your clothes through while you bathe.

Danny: Are you trying to kidnap me?

Damian: If I was, I'd be a fool to say so

Danny: mm twue...why else would you want to help me though?

Damian: one. It would be irresponsible of me to level a toddler alone, in an alley, in Gotham.

Danny, pouting: I'm not a toddler

Damian: Two. I will never hear the end of it from my siblings whether or not I help you, but it'd be more teasing than lecturing if I do help you.

Danny: Why would they do dat?

Damian: If you don't have any place to go, I might just tell you. But only if I can make sure you don't tell the wrong person.

Danny: I'm good wif secrets!

Damian, amused: We shall see. And now third and final reason. Are you aware your eyes are glowing green?

Danny, gasps and slams his eyes shut: You're not supposed to see!

Damian, softly: It's okay. I understand what that means. One of my elder brothers' eyes glow the same way. It must have been very scary for you to die

Danny, sniffling: It was... does his eyes weally glow green?

Damian: They do. His usually glow when he gets angry, is it the same with you?

Danny, now blinking blue glowing eyes at Damian: mmm? No? Green is too much bad emotion

Damian: Bad emotion?

Danny: Mad, um, strezz? No, the bigger one!

Damian: Panic or anxiety?

Danny, points at him with a bounce: Yeah!!

Damian, amused and concerned: I see

Danny: mmm let's see, um, and scared?

Damian: Interesting. Jason's eyes are usually an indicator of angry, but I know he likes to cover his fear and concern with that same anger. I shall look into it. On that note. And what does glowing blue mean?

Danny, blinks: Blue?

Damian: Yes. Did you know your eyes are glowing blue now?

Danny, shocked: No! They didn't do that before!... At least I don't think they did?

Damian: Well, they're a very pretty shade of blue.

Danny: Maybe... Maybe that's how my parents noticed...

Damian, trying not to frown: What did your parents notice?

Danny, turning his big teary eyes on Damian: That I'm not fully human anymore. They didn't notice. They never noticed!

Damian, slowly reaching out to the kid to see if he'd accept a hug: Sounds like your parents didn't deserve you.

Danny, giving into his childish instincts and flinging himself into Damian's arms to sob his little heart out: They didn't even know I died! It's not fair! I'm not weally human and it's their fault! I hate their stupid po-po- THING! It shocked me and it hurt and now I'm dead and it's their fault!

Damian: *gently rocking Danny til he tires himself out*

Danny, sniffling: It's not fair...

Damian: Something I've found is, it never is. Every stray my father has housed has had an unbearably harsh life, and I, being his blood son, was no different. My mother and her father raised me for the first ten years of my life, and I've come to understand that my childhood was not a good one. It took me a long time and a lot of patience from my eldest brother to come to realize what I was missing.

Danny: Like, Jazzy?

Damian: mm? Who's Jazzy?

Danny: My big sister. She's a big know it all, but she tries...

Damian: Well, that's-

Danny, jolts in Damian's hold: Tried! *GASP* Jazzy doesn't know mom and dad didn't kill me!! *pause* um, kill me again?

Damian: Well, we'll have to tell her, won't we? You wouldn't happen to know her full name? I can ask my family to contact her while we get you cleaned up

Danny: Yeah! Her name is Jasmine Fenton! She goes to a big big school here! That's why I came here! I just... I got lost..

Damian: That won't do

Damian, pulls out his phone and calls Barbara while starting to walk to his apartment: Gordon. I have a request.

Barbara: Yeah? Whatcha got, baby bat?

Damian: Can you look up a Jasmine Fenton? I have something she will probably want back.

Barbara: Holy shit! Is that a child??

Damian, sighs: Yes, it's her little brother. He ran away from a bad situation with his parents and got lost trying to find his elder sister.

Barbara: Alright. I'll check out her entire life to make sure she's safe to- wait. Damian, is that kid's name Danny?

Damian, realizing he never asked: One moment.

Damian, looks down at a sleepy, but curious Danny: Is your name Danny?

Danny, beams: Yeah!!

Barbara: Caught that, but, uh, Damian, Danny is supposed to be 20, not...4? 5? Not a tiny child

Damian: umm... Danny did you used to be older?

Danny, shrinks into himself and his eyes turn green: Ye-yeah... I don't know why I'm little... mommy did something and it Huuurt and hurt til suddenly I was free and I ran and hid in a bus

Damian, soothingly petting his back: Okay, it's okay, we'll figure it out.

Barbara: Take care of him for the night, we'll contact his sister tomorrow at a reasonable time. I'm not finding anything too concerning on her yet so she's probably safe

Damian: Copy that. Goodnight, Gordon.

Barbara, teasing: Goodnight, mini-Bruce!

Damian, flushes, but doesn't deny it before hanging up and glancing towards Danny: That was Barbara Gordon. A family friend. She'll help us find your sister, but you'll be staying with me for tonight.

Danny, sleepy: Okay..

Damian, slipping into his apartment lobby and going straight up the stairs, ignoring the gaping attendants: Don't fall asleep just yet. You will be fed and bathed first

Danny, huffs, but straightens up: What food?

Damian: That depends, I only really have vegetarian food so I suppose we'll have to find something you'll eat

Danny: Sam is vegetarian! I eat vegetarian sometimes with her!

Damian: hm? Very good, then it should be easier for me to feed you

Damian and Danny have a wonderful time. Danny is fed, watered, and cleaned up before being set up with a quiet sound machine to sleep. Damian has a crisis over wanting to keep Danny and suddenly understands his father's adoption habit. He sets alarms to check on Danny throughout the night, but it's otherwise uneventful.

Dead Sunsets

CW: canon-typical violence/fighting with guns, drugs (the person who’s drugged is fine lmao)

Everyone watched as Red Hood crooned at the woman on his lap, bringing a pair of dice to her lips. “C’mon, Princess, why don’t you give me some good luck, hmm?”

The woman on his lap beamed and gave the dice a gentle kiss. Red Hood laughed and then threw the dice carelessly before wrapping his free hands around the woman’s waist, pulling her close and sliding his palms up her sides. The woman standing behind them, tall and stern, watched them intensely as Red Hood and his eye candy giggled and flirted with each other.

The two of them, along with their bodyguard, attracted quite a crowd as they played within one of the most successful underground casinos in Gotham.

As the two messed around shamelessly, everyone’s eyes stayed on Red Hood’s dice, which landed exactly on the numbers that he needed.

For the fourth time.

When the Red Hood noticed, he gave a loud, obnoxious cheer. “Look, Princess!” He cooed. “Your good luck helped me win again! What reward would you like? You want some new diamonds? You helped me empty these idiots’ pockets, so you can choose something extra.”

His callgirl squealed and batted her eyelashes. “Thank you so much, boss! You’re the best!”

The people around him growled.

Red Hood tilted his head. His guard standing behind him cracked her knuckles, her muscles bulging underneath her suit.

“Sorry, did you guys say something?”

No one said anything, even as the women around Red Hood laughed.

It was even more infuriating when seeing how beautiful they were.

Both women had long, straight red hair in varying shades, and everything else about them was beautiful in different ways. The woman on his lap was equal measures of both grace and sensuality, curvaceous and clad in a scanty dress that didn’t hide her long legs and smooth skin. Her eyes were a glowing turquoise and she lounged on Red Hood like he was her throne.

Those who recognized her knew her as Jazlyn Nightingale, the newest and most successful psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. There may have been some questions as to why or how she was affiliated with Red Hood, but everyone knew that Arkham was full of crazies.

Meanwhile, the woman behind them stood tall and grand. Her body was like a masterpiece, carefully lined with muscles and curves until nothing but strength and elegance showed. Her expression was stony, like the embodiment of a marble statue as she watched over the two in front of her like a devoted soldier. Clad in a smooth suit, her every being radiated the coldness needed of a bodyguard.

No one knew who she was, but the way she eyed the crowd and people around them with her emerald eyes did not look incompetent, especially with the metal glinting at her hands and sides.

Together with Red Hood, they truly made a uniquely aggravating trio of red heads.

However, everyone knew that the Red Hood wasn’t to be tested. Although he killed hundreds of people before, everyone worth their salt in Gotham knew that Red Hood was affiliated with the Bats. At times, a red bat could be seen plastered over his armor when he wasn’t fighting with them, but no one dared to try him even when the symbol was gone.

No one wanted to test the patience of a man who once delivered eight personally decapitated human heads to the police, and they wanted to test the combined force of the Bats even less.

So they just ground their teeth and bit down on their tongues to keep silent. If they wanted to handle the Red Hood, they had to be careful and they had to be prepared.

Red Hood continued flirting and joking around with his girl, carelessly gambling away his fortunes as he rolled the dice over and over.

And yet, he still hadn’t lost a single penny since he arrived to the casino with two beautiful women in tow and arrogance radiating from every pore.

He tripled his money in one move and finally picked up his woman with one arm, lazily waving a hand.

“Tell whoever’s in charge to bring me my money. And get snappy with it.” He turned to both women and continued, “These beauties need a drink. Don’t you, ladies?”

The one in his arms giggled and leaned on him. The one guarding them both smirked and hummed, “I would like a drink right about now.”

“You heard the gorgeous red head! Drinks! Hurry up!”

He ushered them into a little booth by the wall, wrapping an arm around the woman who crawled back into his lap while the other sat next to him. Their conversation could not be heard, but there was a lot of laughter and carefree words being spoken.

The people around them made eye contact with each other. Some began to signal to the others around them.

A server came by with a tray of sparkly, colorful drinks. Next to the drinks was an enormous stack of money.

Red Hood whistled. “Ooh, is that mine?”

“Yes sir. Would you like a drink, sir? Or only for the ladies?” The server asked, placing the tray on the table near them.

The woman in his lap grabbed a glass and then whined, dropping her head onto Red Hood’s chest to look up at him with big eyes. “C’monnnn! Share a drink with me… Missy is boring, so you have to drink with me or I’ll be boredddd….”

The bodyguard, presumably Missy, clicked her tongue. “The last time we drank together, you kept making a racket.”

The woman pouted. “I won’t, I promise! Pleaseee?”

Red Hood sighed indulgently and stroked down her back. “Alright, Princess, whatever you want.”

“Yay!”

The server gave a small, secretive smile. “We’ll bring you our finest selections, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I thought this place was supposed to be fun. Thank god I’m taking over soon.”

“I’m sure you’ll do a great job renovating this boring place!” The woman tittered.

People pointedly did not look in his direction, pretending to continue gambling as the Red Hood complained loudly. He whined and acted babyish to the woman on his lap and the two began another drama act that had everyone’s eyes twitching. The bodyguard seemed to not be bothered at all by the noise and nonsense.

When Red Hood’s drinks came out, it was quickly served to him. The glass was quickly prepared and placed in front of him, sloshing slightly from the force.

Everyone held their breaths as Red Hood stared at the cup blankly before his callgirl picked up the glass and pressed it to the muzzle covering his mouth. “Here you go, boss! Just a sip!” She encouraged sweetly. Red Hood was silent before he sighed and took off the muzzle, taking gulps of the alcoholic drink as it was fed to him.

The woman cheered and everyone’s gazes grew even more predatory as Red Hood sighed. When the glass was empty, another was made, pushed towards the woman.

She tilted her head but still picked it up and fed it to Red Hood, like the stupid, obedient lamb that she was.

“Damn. What the hell was in that drink—“ Red Hood began, before there was a click of a safety pin going off and all three of them froze.

Everyone in the room took out their own weapons and guns and stood up, prepared to unload the bullets within. The doors shut, locking tightly.

The three did not even move or even flinch, even with the multiple muzzles of guns pointed at them.

Red Hood’s head lolled. “So you drugged me, huh?”

His tone was lazy, clearly being hit hard by 2 doses of the drug.

“It’s Zolpidem,” the woman on his lap said. Her voice was strangely calm and low, different from the high pitched excitement from before. She stroked Red Hood’s black hair soothingly.

The bodyguard also stood up, eying the people around them. “Y’know, I’m not surprised but I’m still a little disappointed. Are all men this stupid?”

She quickly took off her suit jacket and tossed it onto Red Hood’s lap, revealing two silver gauntlets that covered her wrists. They glinted with a harsh, almost mystical light.

Red Hood laughed loudly. “You can count on it!”

“Shut up!” One of the people around them said, pointing his gun at the three. “We’re finally getting rid of you today, Hood! You fell for our trap when we told you to come here to inspect the casino, but we didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to only bring two women.”

“There’s no way in hell we’re letting you take our casino! Fuck the agreement! We’ll kill you and take your territory too!” Another shouted.

“If you care about these two bitches, make them move away. We’ll get rid of you and keep everything for ourselves. As long as you die quietly, we won’t treat them too badly either,” another said.

Red Hood chuckled. He wasn’t even looking at the people threatening him as he turned to the two women. “Could you two handle this? Since Jazz wanted to drug me?” At the last sentence, he had a hint of petulance in his tone.

The woman on his lap, Jazz, then stood up with a sigh. “It had to be convincing, right? You have a high tolerance for drugs and substances. I knew it wouldn’t kill you and I made sure that you didn’t drink enough to be completely out of it.”

As she stood up, she smoothed down her dress and observed the room with a half lidded gaze. Her air headed expression fell away, revealing a bored look.

The men around them paused as they realized just how unnaturally tall she was. Before, she had been bent over, pressed against Red Hood’s chest like a docile lamb, but now that she stood up straight, she loomed over them like a demonic being.

She rolled her neck and then the ground beneath her began to bleed black. She crouched to pull out two guns and an almost comically large axe, which she tossed to the woman beside her.

Both of them shared a look and a smile.

“If I kill more people than you, I want you to myself first, before Hood,” the woman heaving the axe over her shoulder said.

“Excuse me?” Red Hood said, with a slight slur to his voice, but everyone ignored him, mostly staring at the two women who were casually chatting like they weren’t being threatened with guns.

The prostitute-psychiatrist-magical person giggled with a pink blush on her face and said, “You could have me anytime, you know that, right? But sure, let’s do it. If I win, we’ll only go two rounds tonight.”

“Do I get a say in this?!” Red Hood cried.

A gunshot rang through the air, aiming at the woman with the axe.

She blocked it with a tilt of her blade, the bullet pinging off of the metal easily. She raised an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘Is that all you got?’

That was when someone screamed, “Oh god! It’s Wolf! That’s Wolf!”

Wolf, the infamous assistant to the Red Hood, smiled, cocking her head to the side. Everyone stepped back, more confused than ever.

If this was Wolf, the masked woman by the Red Hood's side, then why was her face in the open?

Unless...

She knew that they wouldn't be able to tell?

Before anyone could react fast enough, both women moved first, flying off like arrows as the chaos began.

Blood spilled like flowers blooming across the ground. The sound of frantic gunshots and stomping footsteps filled the air with a cadence of panic and horror.

“Ahhh!! Get ‘em!”

“Quick! Shoot ‘em! Shoot ‘em quick!”

“Someone get Hood! Kill them all!”

“Shadow!” A different, sweet voice called from above the pandemonium. “Protect Jason!”

Screams erupted as people began to drop like flies.

Both women were a well-oiled machine with little to no weaknesses. With the axe-wielding woman stood in front, she blocked every bullet coming their way with her axe or the gauntlets on her wrist. No bullet could land while she was in front and while she defended them both, Wolf sniped enemies behind her with her guns, shooting past her shoulder to accurately blow the brains of people across the surfaces of the casino.

Red Hood, as he manspread on the booth couches and pet the fur of a shadowy dog, laughed as he watched the slaughter.

“Yeah! Get ‘em!”

It was a massacre. Both women were trained fighters, even better than the gang members that worked within and protected the casino. Even in their home territory, they were no match for a Fenton trained woman and an Amazonian warrior.

At some point, the two women switched weapons several times, but the killings still continued. When bullets ran out, they would collect the guns from the fallen men below them.

It was terrifying how efficient they were.

They defended each other’s flanks and completely decimated the opposition. When one of them did a crazy acrobatic maneuver that could’ve rivaled Nightwing, the other was there to catch them and they would fight back to back.

“Wait! Wait, please spare me!” One of the gang members cried as the woman holding the axe lifted it above his head. “Wait! I can give you so much more money than Hood can—“

His voice cut off with the sound of a gunshot as blood spurted from his head before the axe-wielder then swerved and decapitated another enemy.

“That’s 18!” Wolf said cheerfully, flipping her guns from where she shot the man from behind the other woman’s shoulder.

The one with the axe grinned broadly. “23! You’re falling behind, Jazz!”

Wolf whined in complaint, “Artemis!”, but they continued the fight with neither faltering or hesitating at all.

Wolf shot two people in midair while doing a backflip off of a table. The other woman cleaved three people in half with a single swing of her axe, flicking the blood off with a wild smirk. Both worked together to tear apart their enemies, defending one another and protecting each other’s backs.

By the end of it, both women were breathing roughly and completely covered in blood. The room around them was scattered with limbs and twitching bodies. There had been a lot of people that were angry at Red Hood, and this trap had been in the making for a long time, with a lot of people called in to handle him.

Unfortunately for them, it still hadn’t been enough.

Jazz sighed and waved her hand, scattering droplets of red.

“Artemis,” she complained softly, “you got blood all over me.”

“But you look so good in red,” Artemis said with a smirk. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “It’s a pity that all you wear is blue and black.”

Jazz gave her a squinted look, though she was clearly resisting a smile. “You like me in red only because it’s yours and Jason’s colors.”

Artemis shrugged. She approached Jazz and pulled her in, kissing her bloody lips. “I win. I get to have you first tonight, and more than two rounds, yes?”

Jazz sighed loudly, not even questioning the outcome of the bet as she muttered, “Amazonian stamina is truly the bane of my existence…” Still, she was smiling as she returned the kiss with another peck.

“I’m not complaining!” Jason interjected loudly. He looked smug as he stretched within the booth, clean and safe under Shadow’s protection. When he stood up, he staggered a little as he approached them before he smirked. “Good work, you two. Thank you for protecting me. You were amazing out there!”

His tone was proud, and there was adoration in his eyes. He gave both of them a kiss, uncaring of the blood and wrapping an arm around them both.

“Of course,” Jazz said with a smile.

“Damn right,” Artemis said with a huff.

Jason rolled his eyes lightly and then he turned to Jazz and gestured vaguely to Shadow, who looped between their legs. “You should feed them before we go looting around.”

Jazz beamed and looked at Jason lovingly. “Thank you for reminding me, dearest.” She looked down and addressed the large, shadowy dog. “Shadow, you’re free to feed on the blood. Can you clean off the blood on me and Artemis too?”

Shadow shot off like a whirlwind, eagerly drinking the blood that was now readily available. Jazz and Artemis were wiped clean of blood, although it still stained their clothes. Jason hummed, eying them up and down.

“Looking good, ladies,” he smirked.

“Don’t start this again,” Artemis sighed. “I’ve had enough of that strange role-play.”

“You’re telling me,” Jazz said. “I liked it, but it gets tiring at some point to pretend to be ditzy for so long.”

Jason hummed, “You were really good at it though, Princess. It was so realistic that I started worrying that someone was stealing the brain cells right out of your head.”

Jazz waved her guns lightly in his direction. “Better watch your words, mister. These are still locked and loaded.”

Jason put his hands up in surrender with a smile before he gestured to the side and said, “Shall we go and look through what these idiots have in their drawers?”

Artemis nodded primly. “Let’s. We should hurry so we can go home and shower.”

“Can we shower together?” Jazz asked idly. “I’m feeling tired and I don’t want to shower alone.”

Artemis laughed. “Was there any other option? I’m not missing a chance to be naked and wet with you two.”

Jazz swatted her arm and Artemis just grinned, dropping her axe onto the ground, where Shadow collected it.

Jason didn’t notice, whooping as he leaned on Jazz with a lazy grin. “Hell yeah! I get to watch two beautiful, badass women take down my enemies and then I get to take a shower with them? Today’s been even better than my birthday.”

He swayed again, and Artemis caught him with a laugh, supporting him with her free arm. Both women flanked his sides as Jason sighed, blinking slowly, still partially affected by the drugs.

They started stepping over the bodies, all of which were slowly sinking into the shadows to be consumed by the Ancient contracted under Jazz’s control.

“Oh dear,” Jazz said, snickering. She poked Jason’s cheek. “We better hurry home before he passes out.”

“Well. Too bad, it seems he won’t join in on the fun we’ll have later,” Artemis said with a teasing look towards Jazz. Jazz blushed and hurriedly ushered them off in a flustered manner as they all walked through the doors to the inner rooms of the casino.

Jason immediately straightened up, his face set in a perfect poker expression. It was almost like he wasn’t just drugged, if it wasn’t for the humor in his eyes.

“Actually, I’m perfectly fine. Artemis, Jazz, let’s finish this mission, get the information we need, and then go,” he said in a completely serious tone. “We should work quickly so we can leave before Batman gets the report about gunshots and comes to disturb us.”

Jazz and Artemis shared a look of pure exasperation and amusement before they burst into laughter. Artemis kicked down the doors to the other parts of the casino, still laughing as she and Jazz leaned on Jason in their fits of giggles.

Jason rolled his eyes with a fond smile.

They were very lucky that he loved them so much.

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Dick after seeing Jason bagging two hot, powerful red haired women: God, whatever tf he said in his prayers, me too.

I’ve been thinking about Jazz and Artemis working together while Jason sits in the background for a longggg while…. Badass women and their cheering boyfriends is something I love so much.

Sooooo much references to my many Tumblr AUs. You can find references to my Assistant!Jazz AU here and my Jazz has a shadow friend!AU here. The original post about Dead Sunsets (Jason x Artemis x Jazz) can be seen here.

Pink might be weird but she’s not,,, that bad is she?

Jason's body jerked on reflex when he felt someone grab his hand. Unable to pull away he swiftly looked down to face his assailant. The curses he was going to yell died on his tongue when he saw a little kid trying to pull him somewhere by his arm.

Dumbfounded, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm kidnapping you!" The kid growled, feet skidding on the ground where his ratty sneakers couldn't gain enough traction to help the poor kid. "How are you so heavy?!"

Jason, in all his 6ft and 200+ pound glory, just stared at the kid whose hands were too small to even cover one of his, what was he? Five? Jason lifted his arm taking the kid up with it. The kid looked so shocked by this and Jason took the opportunity to start asking questions, "So what did you wanna kidnap me for?"

Snapping out of his shock the kid replied with, "You are very dad shaped."

"What."

The kid seemed to realize what he said and backtracked a bit, "I don't need you to be my dad-dad just my fake dad."

That clarified things a little, "Why do you need a fake dad?"

"To avoid the foster system! I heard Gothams is really really bad and I've been living just fine on my own!" on his own?! A kid this small?! "But im pretty sure someone called the child cops or something cause people in suits keep trying to catch me or talk to me."

Aka Danny finds out hes a clone and is deaged to his actual age and is roaming around Gotham in the DC universe as a homeless farel child who keeps doing deranged things.

Amnesia AU

Part 17

(Due to huge changed in my schedule, upcoming parts will now be released on Friday/Saturday, and will have a total of 6 pages each)