Okay, so I'll admit it's been a while, but most of my AP's are done now, so I've got more free time to write. Freedom! Yes! Though this turned out to be more like a drabble. I don't think I quite captured Jazz's character, but bear with me here. There's probably also a few typos, so if you spot one feel free to message me.

And if you didn't realize, I don't own anything from Danny Phantom or Young Justice.


Dear Diary,

Gotham City has actually been pretty nice so far. I guess Babs would know the place more intimately than I do, but so far I haven't needed to use the Fenton Anti-Creep stick yet. No floating people, no green ectoplasmic blobs, just your plain old creep on the roadside.

"HEEYAH!"

Jazz swung her handbag in a deadly arc. The thief never stood a chance, wallet dropping as he retreated quickly, bearing a bloody nose. Jazz calmly picked the wallet up and offering it to the stern woman panting behind her, leaning on the wall for support. The woman swiped it back quickly, glaring from beneath the loose hairs that had escaped her bun.

Jazz simply smiled.

It's like a uni-brow, she thought vaguely, glancing at the woman's glasses, while the woman gave a haughty sniff before marching off. Jazz noted a slight limp in her walk, and sympathized; running in high-heels was tough.

She found Barbara leaning against the bookshop entrance, smiling slightly. "What?" she asked.

Barbara just shook her head. "I never took you to be the forward type," she offered.

Jazz giggled. "No way. Just ask anyone back home, I'm never one to sit back and watch. Even if it means I'm talking someone's ear off."

She watched as Barbara smirked towards a bookshelf. Captain Underpants comics? Must be an inside joke.

Anyway, it's really great to get to know Babs in person. I mean, telephones and video cams can show tone and facial expression, except it really cuts out a great deal of the body language. And she never did mention a hobby of baking in our emails. I went down for some water at 3:27am and found her, still fresh in pajamas, moaning over a plate of raspberry scones like they were the best thing in the world. And they were goooood, almost as good as mom's.

When I complimented her, she blushed and denied it. Must be one of those stabilizing hobbies then, I've read that its common that people dislike drawing attention to those kind of patterns in their lives. Danny's would be his habit of rearranging all the paperclips and thumbtacks by color. Then dad takes them and sticks them into a ghost shape on the wall, so he'll always have something to do.

"So where are they?" Jazz asked. Barbara had woken her up again at eight in the morning (during which they finished off most of the scones and left two for Mr. Gordon) saying they were going to meet some people. After much debate, she ended up shoving the anti-creep stick as well as the thermos in her bag.

She felt somewhat sorry for the guy she bashed with them, but then again he deserved it.

"Yo! Babs! Hot stuff over here – ow!"

A guy with a red cap and leather jacket sauntered up to them, closely followed by a blond with a bag as large as her own, who gave Jazz a winning smile. The bag had a minor dent at the bottom that could be called vaguely head-shaped.

Leather jacket grabbed her hand and kissed it before she could pull away. "Madmoiselle, wee tue meille sua –"

"That's not French!" Blond hair screamed, displaying a ferocious expression again. Jazz watched as the handbag was waved threateningly before the guy's face.

Barbara huffed. "Okay, Jazz, this is Mark and Lenny. You two, meet Jazz. Their siblings by the way." She announced loudly, getting their attention.

Jazz's eyes flashed in recognition. "Oh, your roommate?" She held a hand out to blond – no, Lenny – who shook it easily. "Nice to meet you."

" I see we have matching bags."

"Oh yes, don't they have such lovely aerodynamic qualities?"

Barbara coughed, and Jazz though she saw something shiny in the campus bushes before Barbara moved in front of it. "Yeah, well, Mark has a car and he can probably pick you up if you ever need it. He knows the streets pretty well."

"Not as pretty as you," Mark added, and Jazz sighed inwardly at the cheesiness. "Anyway, as long as it's after 4, I've got the car. Don't be afraid to call me!" He winked.

The people here are pretty nice too. I've met two of Babs' classmates, and they're really not so different from the students back home. Mark kinda reminds me of Dash's failed flirting attempts though. Urgh, did not want to recall that…

Anyway, so …scenery! Grey building, grey building, shiny glass, grey building … you know I wonder if there's a correlation between the colors of the scenery and the resulting emotional atmosphere. I mean, evidently most people correlate the color 'grey' with sadness or stoicism, but then again there's an ivory shade that would represent wealth, and then silver does the same, but then 'stone grey' brings to mind bricks and ruin, and then…

[removed: four additional pages of ranting]

Jazz stared at the t-shirt. It depicted a sort-of bat-shaped symbol wearing a Christmas hat. Barbara giggled silently beside her.

"…Isn't batman supposed to be some sort of underworld scare symbol?" she asked, giving the shirt another look before moving on to the next merchandise, a robin-shaped garden gnome wearing a black mask.

"Yup," Barbara chirped, a giggle escaping as someone snorted behind them. "Evil beware, Bat-Clause is watching you!"

Jazz raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Barbara looked like she was having way too much fun with the concept. Must be a Gothamite thing. Still, it's not like there were many side-stores in Amity, and she needed to get souvenirs!

As she moved onto the next item, a cheap mug with a standard Batman symbol, she heard Barbara and a young boy's voice asking the cashier to ring it up. For an urban legend, this buy sure was popular.

Did you know Gotham's fast food quality is actually better than that of the Nasty Burger? You'd think for a city, they'd have a harder time keeping track, but it's actually a pretty rigid guideline. I wonder what laid the crackdown, the cashier said it's been like this since five years ago. Something must have changed, I'll look into it later.

Come to think of it, I haven't met that boy Babs kept mentioning in her emails. I'd love to meet him sometime. And maybe see if all adolescent boys are so careless of their promises to keep in touch. Danny still hasn't returned my call yet, and that was his cellphone! Oh, I'm going to miss him so much in college…

"So, anywhere else you want to check out?" Barbara asked as they licked their ice-creams in the park. It still surprised Jazz, having a park in the middle of a city. Not like she'd never heard of one, just look at Central Park, but still, so much glass, and steel, and now grass. And trees too.

"Not really, I'm good for today," she replied. City-going was really fun, even better because no one came to scream about ghosts or complain about people in jumpsuits being too loud. She was almost done her ice-cream. If she could finish this without one single weird super/unnatural/other worldly event occurring, her life would be complete.

"Heads up!"

A frisbee soared inches before them, casting a red streak and startling Barbara into fumbling with her own cone. She did manage to catch it in time, but not before a few droplets landed on her shirt.

"Dick!" Barbara gasped.

Disembodied laughter rung about them. Jazz mused at the outburst. "Someone you know?" she asked.

Barbara just sighed. "Don't mind him. Do you have any napkins?" Jazz fished a wad from her pocket. She knew these would come in handy.

So, overall, I've had a pretty cool time over here. Maybe tomorrow I should check out some of the allegedly more haunted areas, I did bring plenty of equipment, and – wait, this was suppose to be a ghost free vacation! Damn, I've really been spending too much time at home…

It's been a long day. Say goodnight to Bearbert now! And goodnight!

Jazz Fenton


Yep, I just realized I used the word 'smile' a lot. There's got to me more synonyms...

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