5/4/23 AN: In all seriousness, the only reason I wrote this is because I couldn't get the idea of Jazz and Danny trying not to laugh in front of Batman, and Batman being so concerned and thinking they're traumatized out of my head. It spiraled from there. Then I got hit with the second idea, and have no self-control.

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This Kibaou is specifically the one from Sword Art Online Abridged by Something Witty Entertainment.

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or Danny Phantom

. . .

Bruce was content. If he was someone else, one might say happy, but this was Bruce. So. Content. His kids were happy, and Gotham itself seemed lighter after the death of Joker. Patrols, such as the one he was on now, were quieter. There had not been a rogue attack in the three weeks since The Incident. It wouldn't last, but he would enjoy it while he could.

Almost as if the devil was listening to his thoughts a notification for a Rogue attack chimed. Mad Hatter was headed to Gotham U Kane Banquet Hall. Adrenaline rushed through him. Jazz and Danny were at Kane Hall for the seminar. He immediately headed towards campus, sending an alert to Nightwing and Red Robin as he went.

. . .

Danny had so many regrets. Why did he agree to go to this boring shindig? It was some university thing Jazz needed to go to, and she hooked him with the promise of a buffet. Ugh. The food had better be good. This was taking forever, and it started at dinner time. They should've let everyone eat while it was happening, or let everyone eat beforehand! Finally the dry as dust talking was over. Danny made a beeline for the food. He started to fill his plate, sneaking bites here and there. Jazz was not far behind him. She might claim it was to keep an eye on him, but Danny knew she wanted food just as badly as he did.

Most of the other hundred or so people were still milling about at the front of the room. Ha, suckers! More food for the Fenton siblings! This meant that when a weird man in a top hat entered the room almost no one was paying attention. Danny took one look at the guy and started shoving food into his mouth. Nothing good came from people like that. Jazz shook her head at the new guy. She decided to grab a few pieces of food too, in case this went on too long.

Unfortunately for the siblings, the stranger noticed them. Or, noticed Jazz and completely ignored Danny.

"Ah, Alice! There you are! Come along now, we mustn't be late for tea."

Jazz stared at the man, unable to reply as her mouth was full of food. She made an awkward noise and a motion to wait for a moment. The man ignored her gesture and grabbed her. It was the last thing he ever did. Cujo appeared out of thin air, already in large size, and tackled the villain to the ground. He growled and bit Hatter's head off. Jazz made another choking sound and started to wheeze, trying to clear her airway and actually speak.

"No!" Danny coughed, choking on the food in his mouth. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Cujo, spit that out!"

Cujo whined.

"Don't make me get the newspaper," he threatened.

Cujo spat the mauled head out. He then turned small again and jumped into Danny's arms. Both siblings looked at the carnage around them and the stunned people in the back. The door burst open and Batman rushed through. The absurdity of everything hit them and they started choking again. This time on laughter.

. . .

Batman broke the door down and burst into the room. Most of the people were at the back of the room, with a few people hiding. Jazz and Danny Fenton were the exception, being at the front of the room and in plain sight. They were standing in front the buffet table, next to a body and covered in blood. Danny was holding Cujo, face buried in the dog's soft fur. He was shaking and making little noises. Jazz stood next to her brother, face red, hand over her mouth, and shaking.

His heart sank. Oh no. These kids weren't Gotham natives, so there was no way they were used to this sort of violence. Though, judging by the headless rouge, this was brutal by even Gotham standards. He would have to proceed with gentleness and use his best 'talking to victims' voice.

"Are you two injured?" Nailed it!

Jazz took a deep breath. "We're," she cleared her throat. "We're okay."

"Are you sure?" He looked them over. There was a lot of blood, and a beheaded body was troubling to anyone.

Jazz cleared her throat. That didn't work, so she covered her mouth with her hand again and mumbled, "Its not ours. He only grabbed my arm."

Batman was very concerned. This was nothing like the unflappable Jazz that he knew. He needed to get them out of the room to prevent further trauma befalling the siblings. He desperately wanted to ask what had happened, but he didn't want to upset them further. He looked to the other occupants of the room.

"What happened?"

"The dog killed him!" a man yelled. The guy looked a little wild and very out of his depth.

Batman raised an eyebrow. "What dog?"

"That dog!" He pointed at Cujo, shaking his finger and sounding slightly hysterical. He was definitely an out of towner, almost annoying enough to be from Metropolis.

Batman looked at Cujo. Cujo gave Batman a doggy smile and wagged his tail. He looked back to the person yelling. "Who are you?"

"Kibaou. The dog turned into a giant and bit his head off!"

"I didn't see anything," someone else muttered.

"One of the stupid party hates exploded," another person said.

Nightwing rushed into the room, stopping any other discussion. He was able to usher the siblings to a private corner of the room to speak with them. He was able to calm them down, and even had them laughing within minutes. Batman was proud of his eldest son. He was so good with trauma victims!

Batman focused on finding out what happened. Everyone agreed that it was an accidental explosion. The only person with a different story was the man from Aincrad. He decided that the stress was too much for an out of towner, and disregarded the story.

. . .

No one beside that snitch Kibaou said anything. Word spread among the attendees that people from Aincrad were dumb and just under people from Metropolis on the Not To Be Trusted list.

Maybe, if Gotham was really lucky, the green dog would kill another rouge.

. . .

Batman was never able to figure out what, exactly, killed Mad Hatter, but accepted the theory that one of his hats exploded, decapitating him in the process. He had other, more pressing matters to attend too. Such as getting Jason to do recon in the Iceberg Lounge with a partner. He just needed to figure out how to get Jazz to accompany his second eldest son in a way that neither of them suspected.

He'd seen they way that they looked at each other. Alfred kept dropping hints about great grandchildren. Bruce thought Alfred had the superior idea, as always.

. . .

This was not a date! No matter what his siblings said, this was not a date. This was a carefully planned and executed reconnaissance mission at the Iceberg Lounge for a mission involving Penguin. Jazz accompanying Jason was just extra deep cover. It had been going very well, until Penguin stormed in ranting about Riddler. This made some Riddler gang members mad. Why were they even on Penguin's turf? Then the shooting started.

Jason and Jazz took cover. He didn't want to blow his cover or attract attention, so n shooting back. They strategized on the best way to leave. Jason was seriously impressed by her planning and thought process. She was better than some of the Justice League members!

They were about halfway to the exit when Penguin saw them. He snarled and then fired a shot, hitting Jason in the arm. Jason grunted, in pain and was seriously annoyed. Jazz immediately removed her belt and used it as a tourniquet. Jason felt his heart flutter at her quick action. He told himself it was blood loss.

A loud bark made everyone pause. Cujo appeared, surprisingly in his small form, and tackled the rogue. Jason watched as Cujo ripped Penguin to shreds. That kind of damage would be difficult to hide. Luckily, he was more prepared than a boy scout.

Jazz raised an eyebrow as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a round object. When she realized what it was, she smirked. "Is that a grenade in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

Even under torture Jason would not admit that his heart stuttered at the quip. "Best way to hide the evidence."

Jazz nodded and called Cujo to her. The dog happily gave up mulling the remains and trotted over to Jazz and jumped into her arms.

There was still shooting, screaming, and general chaos around them. Jason yelled as loud as he could to warn everyone about what was coming. He pulled the pin and threw it at the bloody mess with his good arm. It landed perfectly. Then he grabbed Jazz's hand and they ran out of the Iceberg Lounge.

This was not a date, but he imagined that a date with Jazz would be even better.

. . .

Part 1 Summary

Jazz and Danny: *Trying desperately to not burst into hysterical giggles* We're okay. Its fine. No worries here.

Batman: *Super concerned* Oh no, they're so traumatized, I must be gentle!

Cujo: *Very proud* Yes, I am the best boy, more stake please and thank you.

Part 2 Summary

Jason: This is not a date!

Jazz: Wow, you know how to show a girl a good time!

Cujo: I am the bestest boy, more state and treats, thank you.