"Okay, so Danny needs at least an outfit everyday. Knowing him, he'll wear same thing until it gets dirty, so at least five. New underwear, socks... Good thing he's easy to shop for. Wonder if I should get him medium or small. Hmm. He's lost a lot of weight recently I'm not so sure. Probably need to get onto him for that. I bet he's been surviving off of energy drinks and ectoplasm behind my back, again." Jasmine muttered as she walked, mentally writing a list.
"Okaayyy, but what about you?" Steph asked, as they passed the various shops in the large shopping mall. "You're the one without anything? Not that you look bad in my clothes. Purple's definitely your color."
Steph playfully winked.
Jasmine puckered her lips in thought, sticking her hand out to count what she needed. "Hmmm. I'll need a few sports bras.. underwear.. socks.. Just some basic tops and pants. Its summer so I shouldn't need-hm.. But Danny's been making things chillier than usual. Perhaps a jacket. Hmm.. wonder if its been a growth phase or a traumatic response. I mean its definitely traumatic response, but is it just that-"
"What about that store?!" Steph pointed to an accessories store, it was small but had a lot of different items on display. Immediately running off into it. "Cass look at this hat! I can look like Tim in the morning now!"
It was a knitted cap, with cartoonish eyes with deep bags under them. She tried it on and pulled it down over her eyes. Cass silently chuckled running over to pick up another hat, that had an angry scowl on it. She put it on to pretend she was Damian.
Jazz blinked, stunned for a moment from being interrupted from her thoughts. "But that's just-.." She paused as she watched the giggling girls. How long has it been since she just shopped for fun- well she supposed it was with Danny to get gifts for their parents, or new books from the store in town.
But clothes shopping? No.. Well she did have an outing with her mom when she won a contest at school and had to travel to a different city to cite her speech in front of the capital. Her mom tried to get her a unicorn print dress or a teddy bear pendent. Even at the age of ten, she acted like she was too old. Her mother looked so sad, when Jasmine voiced her concerns.
Jazz's lips twitched at the memory. They ended up getting her a pretty blue dress, but she still wore teddy bear earrings her mother got her that day. Reaching a hand to her ears. She needed to wear some again, maybe its already too late.
Like most things...
"Hey, Jazz come look at this. Its a ghost!" Steph called picking up the green blob looking ghost of a backpack.
Jasmine snorted, as a smile crept on her face. Well, She suppose it wouldn't hurt to look around as long as she didn't buy anything she didn't need. It wasn't her money, after all.
She walked into the store, glancing around at all the products on displayed. There was more than just the ghost backpack on display, there was a bear, a voodoo doll, a unicorn, a puppy, and some kind of owl. All very soft and fluffy, definitely was not for practicality as they would get ruined after a few months of being used regularly. Still, Danny would love the ghost backpack. It be so cute to put their first aid kit in.
Cassandra waved her hand to get Jazz's attention and pointed to the rack of hats on the wall. There was more than ones that was up front. Jasmine followed them over, and chuckled as the other two combined their hats with a duck bill cap and a cat respectively. Acting out a scene between Tim and Damian, but Steph was adding quacks to her voice... and Cass was doing a hiss on the end of Damian's signature 'Tch'.
Jasmine glanced back at the rack of hats, then followed the trail to the hair accessories. She put a hand to her head, remembering how she lost her ribbon. She had that for years, since she was four.. well technically six. She had lost the original one a long time ago, but her father bought her another. His little princess deserves her crown-even if its in a form of a cute hair bow!
Memory quickly pushed out of her mind, Jazz was quite surprised at the selection. There were so many scrunchies, bows, and hairbands. Moving past the two girls, her eyes fixated on one hair accessory in particular. It was a metal decorative hair clip. It wasn't fancy, but it had green rhinestones. It was in the shape of a butterfly, though it reminded her more of a lunar moth.
"Ooo~ that's pretty! It matches your eyes."
Jazz let out an 'eep!' as she jolted in her spot, standing straight up as her eyes snapped to Stephanie, a small blush of embarrassment. Stephanie was staring at the butterfly clip instead, her hand on her hip beside Jazz. Jasmine jumped again as Cass lean forward to take the clip off the rack to look at from the other side of her.
"Sixteen." Cass said lowly as she read the price of it, handing it off for Stephanie to look.
"Huh, little pricey for the quality, but I think it'll look great on you." Steph grinned, pulling it to show next to Jazz's hair.
Jasmine blinked, stunned for a moment then shook her head and hands. "Wah! No no no! I was just looking. I don't need it."
"No. But you wanted it, right? Its not like your buying something you can't use." Steph smiled waving the clip in her hand.
"I don't need it. I'm not going to spend money on things I don't need-"
"Sixteen dollars is less than a cent to Brucie. Honestly, I think he be more upset if you didn't spend more on it." Steph nudged Jasmine. Cass nodding with agreement.
"I-I- can't. I don't want it. I was just was looking. It's pretty, b-but I wouldn't wear it. Let's hurry and get to the other stores! I really like to look at the clothes." Jazz tried to change the subject turning around to make a beeline for the exit.
Steph and Cass exchanged looks. Steph sighing with a shrug, as Cass took the clip to hang back on the wall. Then they purchased their items, chasing after Jazz.
They traveled through a few stores. Steph and Cass still trying to get Jasmine to loosen up. They pulled her to try on shoes, or pulled out outfits beyond the practical kind. Jazz would play in a little but still seemed stuck on her mission. Steph and Cass deciding they would have to be more aggressive, after getting Danny's things out of the way.
"There! Danny should like these. They look like the ones at home, plus the hoodie in case his body decides to freeze over again." Jazz sighed contently as she finished getting the items for Danny. She still barely got herself anything, except a couple of bras, underwear and socks.
"Sooo Danny's checked off then?" Steph asked as she was looking at some of the male hoodies. Cass looking at the the t-shirts trying to read what they said, but she glanced back over to them when Steph spoke.
"Yep! Shirt and pants for everyday of the week, some sweats to sleep in and a hoodie. Plus underwear, briefs. He prefers, and socks. He should be good." Jazz said cheerfully.
Steph raised a brow, glancing at Cass, then grinned. "GREAT! Now we can go have some fun~"
"Fun...?" Jazz raised a brow skeptically as she folded Danny's new clothing into the basket she carried on her arm.
"Yeah, F. U. N. Come on, there was some cool tops over here!" Steph grabbed Jazz by the arm and dragged her over to the women's section. Cass following in tow.
"I just need-"
"What kind of clothes do you like?" Steph interrupted as she started digging through clothes, Cass checking on the other side of the rack.
"Just black tops and jeans. I don't really have a preference-"
"So this will be okay?" Steph pulling out a lacy crop top.
"N-no." Jazz blushed though it was cute, it wouldn't be practical. Not that she was against crop-tops. She worn one a couple of times, but the lace was very exposing.
"You said you didn't have a preference~" Steph teased before putting it up. "Though, I would have thought you would like more preppy tops."
"Pfft. No. I mean, it looks okay, buut.. I like how easy it is to pair a black top with anything. I mean I have some tops that aren't. I got this purple crop top at home. I haven't worn it in a while. No reason to." Jazz stated as she gently looked through the clothes. None were actually her style. Too floral or colorful.
"Except to slay." Steph winked, as she filtered through clothes, pulling out tops she found interesting.
"Yeah, no. I got enough boy troubles I don't need more thank you." Jazz chuckled.
"Oh? Can't keep them off you?" Steph raised a brow as she kept her hand through the clothes. It was easier than she was expecting to pry into Jazz's life. Well, now that she wasn't worried about her brother.
Jazz rolled her eyes, "I can, but they're annoying. Most I think just want me because I'm seen as the goodie two-shoes of the school. I stopped dating once the ghost problem ghost worse, well that AND my parents tried to advertise me to the town."
"Wait, what?" Steph asked, pausing in mid-pulling out a shirt. Cass looking over the rack, cat hoodie in hand.
"Cute." Jazz stated spotting the hoodie, Cass nodding in agreement. "Well, they mean well, but same time I think they're worried I'm too focus on my studies.. which is rich coming from them."
"Oo. Is there only cat version?" Steph asked. Cass puckering her lips on the hunt to see, bending back down behind the rack. Steph looked back at Jazz, "Geez. That sounds embarrassing."
"Ugh it was. They do it all the time. Ever since we were little they would declare something about us to the world. First time I.. well.. puberty hit. Dad almost declared it a bit too loudly to the neighborhood. Like they declared when Danny learned to use the potty, or when I got my license. Oh boy. Nobody dare drive the week my Dad happily declared another Fenton could drive." Jazz sighed.
"That sounds completely humiliating but kind of.. sweet?" Steph snorted.
"I mean.. I guess.. but then they turn around and stick their nose in the lab for a week straight without so much as a hello unless its to show off some invention or a ghost showed up." She huffed, her hand tightening a moment around the floral top she hadn't pushed aside yet.
"Oof..." Steph glanced at the clothing more, "I never was on good terms with my dad.. but I guess I can see how that be aggravating. Sounds kind of like Tim's parents, well before they passed. Maybe less boasting to the world."
"Sorry." Jazz apologized as she shifted through the tops, moving to another side of the rack when Cass popped back up making her scream a bit.
Steph was heard stifling a laugh. Cass was holding up a hoodie with wings attached to the underarm. She smiled apologetically to Jazz.
"I don't think we need anymore birds in the house." Steph chuckled.
Cass giving a snicker, putting it back on the rack before pulling out some tops she think Jazz might like. Jazz's eyes gravitated the the top with sheer sleeves that were loose but cuffed to the wrist. Still it seemed on pricier side.. she just needed some t-shirts.
Cass held up the shirt she was staring at in front of Jazz's torso. Steph cooed. "Ooo that top is bossing."
"Its too much, I don't-" Jazz tried to gently push it away.
"Need it?" Steph finished with a groan, then reached to grab the clothing Cass had in hand. "Okay. Plan D. Cass grab anything you think would fit, I'm going to keep Jazz hostage by the dressing rooms. And I'll take these already."
"H-hey! Wait a minute-AH!" Jazz was dragged by Steph as Cass gave a two finger salute going to find clothes for Jazz to try on.
Jazz was shoved into an empty dressing room with the tops pushed into her arms. Steph taking the basket to keep outside with her. The orange hair teen, blinked completely stunned before frowning. "I-"
"Come on Jazz! Even if you don't buy it, at least try it on. Also you have to show me."
"Do I have a choice in this?"
"Nope! Me and Cass will join in too! It'll be fun. Shouldn't you like what your wearing? Can't really go around as a guest of Wayne Manor and not look cool." Steph grinned hands on her hips, as Jazz stood with the door still ajar, glaring at her.
Jazz looked down at the top she liked.. guess it wouldn't hurt. When was last time she just dressed up for fun? She didn't even go to her school senior prom. She was too busy with her plans to stay in Amity to help Danny. She did wear a nice dress to graduation, but the gown covered it. So it was like she didn't dress up at all.
She sighed, "Fine... But only for thirty minutes."
"Timer set, now come on. Let me see how well you rock that top." Steph grinned in victory as she pretend to set a timer on her phone.
Jasmine closed the door and placed the shirts down. She tapped her foot for a moment, then changed out of the purple t-shirt Stephanie loaned her and tried on the black top she had been eyeing. It was a mistake. She knew she shouldn't as she looked herself in the mirror. It was pretty, maybe a bit too.. regal? Fantasy? Still the sleeves were fun to swish. She wished the shoulders fit better, curse of being Jack's daughter.
"Are you going to show me or what?"
Jazz shook her head and opened the door. Her cheeks flushed as Stephanie started clapping, "Work it!"
"I'm not doing a spin." Jazz put her hands on her hips, refusing.
"Eh, alright. Looks great." Stephanie shrugged, waving her hand.
Jazz raised a brow.
"A little tight on the shoulders." Stephanie added, pointing at the pulled fabric.
Jazz grinned, "Yeah. Which is fine, because I wasn't going to get it."
"But you like it?" Steph was trying to grasp at opinions.
"The sleeves are fun, but not really my style." Jazz swaying her arms to show.
"Mmm.. I get'cha. Little too gothic cottage-core and not enough casual." Stephanie hummed, hand on her chin. She then clapped her hands together with a grin, "Well come on! Let's keep trying then! When Cass gets here, we'll try on some too!"
Jazz snorted, "Fine."
Jasmine didn't have the dressing room closed for a minute before stuff was being tossed over the door, landing on her in a pile. Making her scream in surprise mid-way of fighting the last top off, while being knocked almost to the ground by the weight of the clothes.
"Sorry!" Stephanie's laugh was heard behind the door, as she watched feet shuffle to dressing rooms beside her. "We'll meet you out in a few minutes!"
Jazz looked at the clothes strung around the floor of the dressing room. She picked them up to put on the bench, hoping they weren't going to be kicked out for this. They still hadn't paid for Danny's things. She picked up one of the first pieces she could grab, it being a sun dress. Why would she grab that? It was pretty though. She set it aside, hanging it on the rack on the wall as she tried to dig through the pile for something that was worth her time trying on.
She heard a banging on the door, as she finally pulled out a loose top from the pile. She already had a pair of high-waist jeans she was trying on, that had a star embroidery on the back right pocket.
"Did you get lost in there?" Steph teased.
"No-I just got to- there!" Jazz huffed as she hurried to put the top on. She didn't really look at it before trying it on. It was a black and white top with black bands on it and mesh top. Definitely not her style.. but it reminded her of Dani's and Danny's ghost outfits. Which made her smile. Fenton siblings matching outfits?
She turned, pulling her braid out of the shirt as she opened the door to show the outfit.
"Ooo~ Very modern." Steph commented, she was wearing the bird wing hoodie from earlier and some frilly jeans, catching Jazz off guard as she put a hand to her mouth. She looked very bird like, pfft. Reminded her of owls when they stood up to walk.
"Phantom?" Cass pointed at the shirt, as she wore a dress that had fringes hanging down.
Jazz smiled with a nod, as she rubbed back of her neck. She pulled at the shirt. "Yeah. Kind of reminds me of that too."
"Huh? Oh you mean-?" Steph was confused for a moment, but Cass made a hand gesture to explain. "Pfft. Well I guess that shirts a nope, unless you want to put dp on it."
"Heavens no! Danny wouldn't let me live it down- though I could use it to annoy him. He does get embarrassed easily."
"Noted. Now Next one! Next one!" Steph grinned pushing Jazz back into the dressing room.
They repeated this for over an hour, and Jazz slowly relaxed. At one point all the girls had animal themed outfits and pretended to dance like the animal. Jazz had even tried on a few dresses, and at one point was slow dancing with the girls, before they all cracked up laughing. Stephanie putting a piece of her hair over her lip to pretend to be a guy, having to keep her lips puckered to keep the piece of hair in place. Jazz snorted and laughed so hard when she started to wiggle her brows too.
Cass had put on a very reflective outfit, which Steph commented she looked like a robot. Which, Cass proceeded to act like one comically. Jazz tried one shirt that made her feel like a witch, and thus she cackled and pretended to place a spell on the girls who acted accordingly.
"We're not just any monsters! We're tickle ones!" Steph said as her and Cass crept forward with fingers wiggling menacingly.
"No! My spell it backfired!" Jazz squealed, but put a hand over her mouth to try and keep it down.
They tackled her and started tickling.. until an employee rushed in to ask them to stop or to leave. Steph and Cass immediately standing up and grinning at the annoyed lady.
"Oh, yeah, Sorry. Just got carried away. Won't happen again. We'll just get changed and check out." Steph chuckled nervously. Cass nodding, hands behind her back.
Jazz trying to reel back her laughter from her spot on the floor, nodding too. Her sides hurt. Cass and Stephanie bent down to help Jazz back to her feet, dusting her off.
Steph whispering into her ear, "Just check out and don't worry about the mess, me and Cass will clean it up."
Jazz composing herself, just nodded in reply with a hum. Cass and Steph left the dressing room to get dressed in the other ones. Jazz dug around for the clothes she borrowed from Steph, tugging them back on. Smoothing out her hair. Looking down at the witch like top that laid on the bench and the tower of clothes, she picked it back up. The sleeves might be a little long for summer, but they were flowy and its not like the manor was ever going to be really hot, right? It was connected to a cave after all.
She bit her lip, but hearing movement outside of her door made her hang the shirt over her arm and walk out the door. The employee was still there, her arms crossed and her foot tapping in aggravation. Jazz just grinned sheepishly at her as she picked up the basket, Steph had left on a chair outside her dressing room .
"Heh. Sorry. Excuse me." Jazz put a hand to block the side of her face to conceal her embarrassment as she rushed to the counter, hearing Steph and Cass trying to clean up the mess as she left the dressing rooms. Well... Steph more so trying to smooth talk the employee... she assumed the fast shuffling was Cass.
She composed herself again, in front of the cashier who was giving her a strange look. Still Jazz kept a very polite business tone, before taking out the credit card Alfred lent her to buy what she needed. She had cash from them too, just in case.
Jasmine was shocked at being lent so much, but Alfred assured her it was okay. No more dangerous in her hands as it was the other children. She thinks she was starting to see why, but even so a smile was firmly planted on her face. Perhaps, she could at least have fun while looking for what she needed.
Her eyes glued to the witchy top that was being bagged by the cashier. And if she liked what she needed, that was a plus..
-owo-
"...Hey, do you think it was okay to leave Jay and Danny by themselves?" Tim, a.k.a Red Robin, asked in a low voice as he scouted the streets, binoculars focused on a moving white van.
"Of course, you saw how protective Little Wing was with Little Wisp. It was adoption at first fight!" Dick, Nightwing, chimed happily over the comms as he flipped and flung himself building to building.
"No, I mean. Don't you think it was odd, he was a little TOO happy to stay when we left?" Red Robin cleared up.
"Oh no." Nightwing stopped with a roll onto a rooftop, as realization hit.
"What do you mean, oh no- They're going to prank us aren't they?" Duke, Signal, sighed as he shook his head. His eyes going back to follow the trail of the white coat agents. Finding out where they use to be.
"Tch. They better not lay a finger on my swords." Damian, Robin, hissed.