"Come on Danny, we're going to be late." Jazz called as she finished making their lunches for the day. It wasn't anything fancy. A tuna-fish salad sandwich for her and two ham sandwiches for Danny. She just rolled a half of bag of popcorn into the lunchbox. She was only bringing one for them, since they be together all day.

"Danny?" Jazz called again as she turned to put up the items back into the fridge. Grabbing a knife on instinct before opening the fridge door. Its been four years since they left their parents. You think she be use to the food in the fridge NOT attacking her by now. But considering the rough state of the fridge, its probably better safe than sorry.

"I'm coming I'm coming.. hold on." Danny grumbled from the back rooms of the apartment. It was a small apartment, but it still had two bedrooms. Jazz made sure it did. Though the apartment wasn't in as safe of a location as she would have liked.

But that what happens when you choose to live in Gotham. She could have gone anywhere for college, anywhere at all. Instead, she chose Gotham because she thought it be the safest place for them, as ironic as it may be.

Besides, Gotham wasn't that unusual from Amity Park, but it still took time to adjust. Luckily, Jazz knew self-defense and often was able to hold her own, most of the time she just let them rob her and run away. Or if Danny was near, they would just disappear without a trace. It was a miracle they had only run into the vigilantes in the city a few times. She didn't want them to accidentally find out about Danny.

Jazz plucked some water bottles from the fridge. She had filled one with electrolyte water and the other with kool-aid for Danny. She also put some electrolytes in it. The kitchen in the apartment was very small, barely any cabinet or counter space, a tiny room that only one person could fit in at a time. She hated she couldn't see out into the living room, but beggars can't be choosers.

It was rough when she first moved out on her own with Danny. She had to delay college to make sure they could afford a place to live and stay. Danny felt so guilty. Luckily she had a lot saved up, and Danny's friends helped where they could.

Vlad unfortunately did find them a year later, but she was able to pull some strings. He wasn't as clean with his work as he liked to believe. So Vlad had settled for visitation rights, much to Danny's distaste, but Jazz had made certain everything was in her favor. And She always kept a thermos and Fenton Peeler on hand, just in case.

She was glad to have his help, but still didn't let him pay for most of their things. She didn't want to be indebted to him. However, his help allowed them the security to live lives outside of their parents. They wouldn't be able to touch them. She didn't even go by Fenton anymore, neither did Danny. After all, Danny Fenton was considered legally dead.

It was best to keep it that way.

Not that their alternative names were all that well thought out. Jazz smiled as she zipped the bag, walking out of the kitchen. They had argued what they wanted, Vlad demanding they go by his last name, Masters. They of course refused, and were able to come up with a convincing argument why that was bad. It would have been too suggestive if it ever came to light.

Vlad had begrudgingly agreed.

Danny wanted Armstrong or Apollo, or something related to space. Jazz wanted to change their last name to something more common, like Smith or Gray. Danny argued that would look too obvious. So it took the entire month leading up to it to pick a name, in the end they decided it with a coin flip. Jazz had won and picked the dropped suffix of Fenton, Nightingale last minute. After all, she was still was considered the same Jazz on paper. So regardless of what she did, she still would show up as previously Jasmine Fenton.

It was easier. She could keep her grades and everything she did formerly. All her scholarships and test scores would translate to any college she applied for again. It was more believable with the story they came up with too.

Danny, on the other hand, had to have new papers drafted. So she rather Vlad focus on making certain, Danny's new identity was perfect, though she had overseen it. She was legally Danny's mother, after all.

Danny finally made his appearance as he dragged his backpack down the short hall into the barely bigger living room. His black hair still scruffy, eyes were big and blue. He wore a red and white shirt with a rocket on it. He was so small and cute.

Jazz smiled looking at her little brother, emphasis on little. "Ready to go, Danny?"

Danny shrugged, muttering, "Yeah..."

Despite physically being eight, almost nine, he sometimes kept his fifthteen year old attitude. He was de-aged by one of her parents' inventions. Sadly, that was how it was revealed he was a half-ghost.

That night, Jazz had to speed off in her car with a five-year old Danny as their parents swore a ghost took his place. It.. had been rough. Jazz always felt like Danny was her kid in a way, despite being two years older at the time.

It had been a long four years, but now things were looking up. She was about to begin her fourth year at college, and was recently hired at the public library. Which they were going to be late for.

She double checked Danny's back pack, giving a soft pinch to Danny's cheek when she was done. Danny hissed in retaliation, but otherwise just shrugged his backpack on. Jazz smiled and lead them out the door, after double checking her surroundings. Trying to remember.

She grabbed her keys and closed the door locking it. Making Danny grab her belt loop or the lunch bag, they walked out of the small apartment building that smelled of cat pee and weed. This was the only building that didn't have recent history of a drug bust or prostitution ring in the area, still Jazz was hoping one day she could upgrade.

But that would have to wait til she became an intern at Arkham. For now, it was home. A home they made. Jazz glanced down to make sure Danny was still holding onto the lunch bag she had strapped across her shoulder. He was, while frowning down at the sidewalk.

She knew Danny hated being small. She hoped she had made it easy for him, but it was never easy to go from stressed out half-dead teen.. to same half-dead teen in a five year old body-now eight. Jazz was surprised that Danny was a mix of his teen self and the young Danny she grew up with.

Jazz partially wanted to analyze all the differences and the effects of one's psyche of being returned to a younger self.. but this was Danny. Her baby brother, now just her baby. He didn't deserve to have another parent use him like a science experiment. So she kept that thought to herself and maybe a couple throw away thoughts in her diary. It was interesting, but he was worth more.

One day, he'll see it. She hoped. Jazz kept facing forward through the street, keeping a watch in corner of her eyes. This wasn't the most pleasant area to walk in, and they had a way to go. Still giving their odds, she preferred to walk all the way, instead of investing into a car or a bicycle.. or the bus or train.

They limited their escape routes and bicycles were easily stolen. Gotham was just as bad as Amity Park, where streets were rebuilding constantly, so driving or bus would be a risk of being late. The subway was a no go for her, besides the creeps, she and Danny would be stuck enclosed with a lot of people.

At least dark alleyways it was easy to use Danny's abilities to make them slip away, or when Jazz was by herself, it was easier to fight and flee. She was also saved a few times by vigilantes that way. This option also saved money, well as long as they kept from being mugged.

Speak of the Devil. Only ten minutes into their walk, they were jumped and surrounded by thugs. No one even batted an eye, typical, as they lead the woman and her small "child" into an alley.

Jazz had pulled Danny close to her, hands on his shoulders as they both side-eye for a way to escape, keeping close. Worse come to worse they'll give the thugs a ghostly scare, but they were hoping for an alternative.

She let the thugs search her lunch bag and Danny's backpack. Jazz rubbed Danny's shoulder to keep him calm, knowing the boy was furious and frustrated.

There was four of them, each with a knife, unknown if they had a gun. She wondered how skilled they were with a knife, scanning how they held them she could easily kick one of the knives out of their hands and use it.

But Danny. She needed to give him an access point to hide, not that he would. Right now it was best to be patient.

"Not even a cent? Now that can't be right. I bet girly here hides it in her bra."

Jazz took a step back into the wall, she didn't hide anything in her bra, but she did sew secret pockets in her pants to hide her cards and cash. Jasmine cursed as she should have planted fake money in her lunch bag, she forgot to after last mugging. "I don't carry anything in my bra. I was j-just in a rush and didn't think I needed any cash today."

"I don't believe it til I see it." One of the men stepped forward. "Out of the way brat."

Stall. Danny was tensing up protectively in front of her. Think Jazz, if Danny could be patient then she could grab the offending man by the arm and-

Jazz let out a sigh of relief, one of the few times she was happy be near the vigilantes. As a man in a red helmet dropped down on the thug that was inching to them. He took a tire iron and smacked one on the right in the head, sending the man to the floor.

Thug on the left tried to stab Red Hood, who dodged the knife letting it slip past his side, before wrapping an arm around the mugger's, locking it in place. Then Red Hood grabbed the wrist with his other hand and jerk his arm fast with a bone cracking snap.

Jazz instinctively covering Danny's eyes, while she watched Red Hood take the crying man and fling him by his broken arm at the last of the thugs who was trying to run away. Knocking them both to the ground.

Jazz felt Danny pull her hand off his face as he kept his face towards at their hero. Red Hood waited to see if either of the thugs got up, before grabbing the lunch bag and back pack that was dropped on the ground. Jazz stepped over the thug in front of them, pulling Danny with her as she walked closer to Red Hood. Gathering what had fallen out of the bags.

"Thank you." She gratefully thanked him. She knew the muggers wouldn't have had a chance either way, but it was nice to not have to deal with the situation herself.

"You shouldn't be walking alone."

"Thanks for the advice, but this isn't my first rodeo. I do appreciate the help. Its always scarier when they do it when I'm with Danny."

"I could have taken them." Danny muttered, standing behind Jazz's crouching form.

Jazz smiled, knowing Danny could, but should is a different story.

Red Hood snorted, "Sure you could kid, but its better to just run. I'm sure your..."

"Mother." Jazz noticing the vigilante unsure of their status. She was young, and still young looking. It be easy to be unsure if they were brother and sister now, or mother and son. Though no one would know how correct they were.

"Mom wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Danny glared crossing his arms, huffing. Jazz reached to ruffle Danny's hair who pulled away with his cheeks still puffed out. Jazz stood back up taking the bags, handing the backpack back to Danny.

"Thank you again, we better get going and let you.. do what you need to. Come on Danny." Jazz glancing at the thugs on the ground then back at Red Hood with a bright smile, as she turned to gently push Danny to the direction out of the alley.

Danny was reluctant for a moment, eyeing the vigilante up and down, then turned with his sister's insistence.