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A/N: I know it's been a while, right? But here we are again. I can't promise right now whether there'll be lemony goodness in this chapter, but we'll see how it goes in the writing…
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Jazz's 'training' with John Constantine was… Interesting to say the least. To learn that God, The Devil, angels and Demons actually existed? Slightly disconcerting. Especially after her and Danny's commitment to be more than siblings and in light of the biblical outlook on such relationships.
Constantine, when she brought this up to him, laughed.
"Please, luv." He said in his usual accented English, "You and your brother are a strange couple, to be sure. And the rules say 'no' but don't let the big feathered ones get on your case about it too much. As far as they're concerned? You're already screwed, since you don't bow and scrape to their 'oh-so-heavenly glory.' Now pay attention to the lesson, here. We're working on ancient Sumerian Exorcism rituals, and for these you need to be very exact in your phrasing. One mispronunciation and you wind up summoning the bastard, not banishing 'im."
Indeed, Jazz's basic lessons had gone rather swiftly, given her initial skepticism of the concept of Magic being possible. But she'd overcome her own difficulties in the most mentally healthy way she could. By talking to people about them. John made for a poor sounding board, but Danny introduced her to Zatanna after an incident when Wotan tried to hold the moon for ransom.
"I get that, John." Jazz sighed, "But your indifference to Celestial beings aside, I'm wondering if I should be worried. I mean, my relationship isn't exactly… approved from above, you know?"
Now it was John's turn to sigh. "Listen, Jasmine. You're right to be worried. Hell, I'd be worried for you if I gave a damn what happened after someone punches your ticket. But you've got to look at it from a reasonable perspective. There are so many ways to get around that crap that it's not even funny. I doubt that the Big Man 'upstairs' really gives a flying shit who you boff, so long as you're not a slag about it. Yer brother? Shouldn't exist to begin with. He should have either died or lived when he became half-ghost. Instead he did both, and that's caused all kinds of merry hell with the feather brigade. So for right now? Keep your mind focused on the here and now and worry about the future when it gets here."
Jazz nodded and went back to practicing her pronunciations of the ancient Sumerian ritual language.
That night, when Danny returned from his most recent mission, working with Superman on a small incursion from Apocalypse, Darkseid was getting uppity again it seemed, she curled up next to him under a blanket on their nice comfy couch while Indianna Jones and the Raiderins of the Lost Ark played on the TV. Just as Indie met Marian again, jazz turned to her lover and spoke.
"Danny? I want to join in." she said.
Danny looked confused, "Join in?" he asked.
"Yes. I want to see things from your perspective. I want to try being a Hero." Jazz said, her conviction finally coming through for her in her voice.
Danny's heart froze. As did the rest of him, really. The thought of the love of his life, not to mention his sister, being out fighting crime like the rest of the vigilantes? Terrified him beyond words.
Jazz knew her brother, though. And she pushed more and more. "Danny, I want to try, at least. So that I know where you're coming from better and because I can't help but agree that it's a good cause. Look at all the good that you and your friends in the League are doing." She said, leaning onto his shoulder as a hand snaked its way down Danny's chest. "I want to feel what you feel when you help someone in a more immediate way than my usual methods. And who knows? Maybe if I can help in both ways I'll be able to stop even more crime, hm? And Constantine says I've got a talent for magic. Zatanna agreed, so I could continue learning from them, working at my practice and help you out when you need to run off for some emergency. We both know that Magic affects Ghosts, so I could help out like I used…. Well, not quite like I used to." She giggled.
"Yeah…" Danny chuckled nervously, still trying to cope with the thought, "I don't know as the city could survive your previous brand of 'helping' me with Ghost-catching."
The hand that had been on his chest smaked him lightly. "Don't tease me lover, mine. I said I was sorry."
Danny took her chin in his hand, pulling her head up to look him directly in the eyes before leaning in to kiss her. Jazz responded by leaning into the kiss and deepening it, letting their tongues fight a desperate battle to touch as much of their counterpart as possible.
Pulling back after a few minutes, Danny looked her right in those big beautiful Green-blue eyes. "I love you, Jazz. I don't want you to get hurt… but I can't tell you not to do hero-work and have any legs to stand on." He smiles. "I'll agree on one condition. Batman's apprentice, Robin, runs a team. The Teen Titans. I want you to run with them for a while, but ONLY after both Constantine AND Zatanna clear you as capable of using magic in a way that would help you defend yourself quickly. I don't think you'd want to be 'part of the team' considering they're all younger than *I* am, but I'm sure they could use a dedicated Psychologist. I could talk to Batman about funding it as a public interest project."
Danny was cut off from any further thoughts as Jazz's hands made a strange gesture and her body glowed a ghostly white color for a moment. When he looked at her in askance, she smirked and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Special spell, lover mine. I want a child before I go out there as a hero." She said, finishing by lightly biting his ear.
Needless to say, Danny's higher brain function was gone. The fact of the matter was that his sister, his lover, had looked up a spell for the sole purpose of making her capable of getting pregnant by him, and he was about to TRY and plant a baby in her.
Jazz decided that he didn't need to know that she'd had Zatanna's help in designing the spell from the ground up… not like this kind of situation happened often with their circumstances and all.
/end chapter
/begin author's notes
Nope. No lemony goodness, but implied, at least. Might go into it next chapter, just dedicate the whole friggin chapter to the two of them going at it like rabbits all over the house and Tucker walking in at one point, possibly while they're using the living room coffee table, and just turning right back around and going out to a bar… Ah well. There ya go. At least it's something, right? Sorry for the delay, and lack of substance on this one. But this remains my thought experiment. Virtuous Pursuit, Ghost of a Chance, and Hot/Crazy Scale are my honest-to-goodness stories…. And even they're starting to turn to a style I'm not fond of. I need to go through and force myself to write decent stories. SHOW, don't TELL… Need to remind myself of that.
Still, good for 1.15 hours of writing this.
