"Sorry about that," Jazz was as chirpy and radiant as she usually was when she found them in the breakfast room. "Danny's extra cranky. Probably haven't slept in a few weeks."

"Everything okay?" Bruce had to ask.

Jazz's smile was bright as she sat down next to Jason, who was finishing his toast. "Yeah! I feel better than ever!"

Right. The vials.

"I meant your brother." Bruce's eyebrow twitched with the thousand questions he surely wanted to ask.

Jazz looked up from where she was reaching for the toast and some strawberry jam. "Yeah? He's sleeping. He'll be fine."

Dick chuckled and leaned in. "What Bruce meant to say," he side eyed his father, who breathed in relief and continued drinking his coffee, "is what was that about? Things seemed pretty heated between Danny and you."

Jason gave him a warning look, but otherwise didn't react.

On the other hand, Jazz snorted. "Ghosts' love language is fighting." She shook her head. "He wouldn't actually hurt me."

Jason's eyebrows went to his hairline, and very wisely chose to bite back a few questions. Also Jazz's personality was slowly starting to make sense. He was sure that once he knew everything he wouldn't need to feel this confused.

"Could have fooled me." Dick commented instead. "Danny really didn't like Jason."

"He didn't—" Jazz tensed. She finished chewing and forced her shoulders to relax. "Is not that— I mean. I think Danny will like him, it's just—"

"Is this about your exes?" Her boyfriend asked softly, reaching for an apple and putting it on her plate. She quietly thanked him.

"Yes and no. I…" she blushed, "I don't have the best track record."

Bruce cleared his throat. "Did you— Uh." He realized too late he could sound like he was interrogating her. "I apologize, but I need to ask. The report Danny mentioned—?"

"Yeah. That." With a tired sigh, Jazz put her knife down. "David. He… Well."

"That's the one that cheated on you, right?"

She nodded at Jason. "I found out I was actually a side piece. It wasn't fun." She scrunched her nose.

"What happened?"

"Dick." Jason warned.

"No, no. It's okay. I took care of it."

"Dislocated shoulder and shattered hand?" Cass spoke for the first time.

Jazz sighed again. "The dislocated shoulder was because he didn't understand the meaning of the word 'no'." She made a face. "And the hand was because I didn't realize how… soft humans actually are."

At this point? They were getting used to Jazz — and her brother — being a different category in their heads. For Dick it was like the slight adjustment he had to make when he was with the Titans. He had been the only human, fully human, of the group and he had to get used to his best friends and then girlfriend making these types of comments regularly.

"I found out…" Jazz continued with a distant look in her eyes, "I found out because I came back to the living world sooner than I expected and decided to check out my favorite coffee place and he was there with another woman. I thought — 'well, I'm not around much and I'm also not the most exciting person, of course I got cheated on' but the more I listened the less it made sense."

"You are not boring." Jason scoffed, frowning a little at the self deprecating behavior and the story. How could that idiot not see what he had in front of him?

"Thanks," her smile was small, but sincere, "but the story doesn't end there." She leaned in, her eyes narrowing as her smile twitched a little. "Things didn't quite add up and I quickly realized it was me who was the 'other woman' and this poor person didn't know. And him? He was abusing her."

"What?"

Jazz nodded at Dick. "I followed them, listening in, trying to see any sign that he was not the same person he was with me that he was with her. Claudia — that's her name — showed textbook behavior of abuse and I had to make sure." She sighed, leaning back on her seat, looking tired. "Long story short I caught him threatening her and taking her phone and I decided to act. Waited until she was home safe and had a chat with David and told him very nicely that he shouldn't do that and yes, I may have accidentally sent him to the hospital."

She went back to her breakfast, choosing to take a bite of her toast and chew for a few moments.

"Claudia took the chance while he was recovering and broke up with him, moved apartments and found the help she needed. I would have preferred she reported him, but I can't force her and if that was enough for her then it's fine by me." She shrugged. "I had to go back to the Realms shortly after so I couldn't stay to check further, and then things got complicated and I just came back for college stuff and even then I had to be quick."

Bruce took a sip of his coffee to hide the tiny smile.

Jazz was not a hero or a vigilante, but he could see why she fit in the family so much, and more importantly, why his son liked her so much.

"What happened to the guy?"

Jazz chuckled at Duke's question. "As much as I'd like to report some type of karmic punishment, last time I saw him he was still frequenting the same coffee place. But he was alone. His hand was healed, though. I didn't stay longer to check more. I couldn't." Her little frown and tense shoulders told them not to pry.

Conversation continued as they finished breakfast, mostly questions about her brother and what they saw almost go down in the kitchen. Jazz was very open about what she could tell, and shared a few stories about Danny and his "bad taste in women". They noticed how earlier stories about Danny's powers and Team Phantom adventures were easy for her to tell; but later ones, from about the time Danny graduated highschool, became a stream of "ummm"s and "uhhh"s and "and etcetera" that she used to dance around the truth.

Jason almost felt guilty for contributing to the general subtle questioning, but Jazz was happy enough to share stories and she even acknowledged that she was happy to share the whole thing at a later time.

Soon the timeline that Barbara had roughly put together was filled with tidbits of information — all those blank spots she found were the times the siblings (and their friends) were back in the Infinite Realms. Doing what exactly? That was the final piece of the puzzle.

She talked about training, about classes, about Frighty and Frostbite and Clockwork and a plethora of ghosts as if they were supposed to know who they were — classic Jazz — and with context they quickly understood that the names she repeated the most were some kind of guides or teachers on this mysterious part of her life.

It wasn't difficult to put together that Jazz, Danny and this… "Team Phantom" were somehow related to the High King of the Infinite Realms.

That still left a bunch of questions, like what were their exact roles, who was the king and what were her parents doing during those periods of time. They didn't broach the subject but they knew from Babs' research that they were working for the GIW, a sketchy organization that wanted them eliminated, during those times they were in the Infinite Realms.

If they knew about all of this, why haven't they done something already? If their guesses were correct, they've been fighting and training for a bit less than a decade. It didn't make sense that they had this kind of power, this kind of backup, and haven't tried to bring down the GIW yet.

Or contacted the Justice League. Sure, they were angry and disappointed that the heroes never came to help, but Jazz insisted they had the situation back at her hometown under control. Technically, they could now ask for that support.

Glancing at Bruce and his calculating eyes, Jason decided he didn't blame her for not reaching out. And he wasn't sure what she would do after how bad Bruce had treated her.

"Oh Ancients," Jazz jumped and put her orange juice back on the table. She glanced at Dick. "The class. Today. I forgot."

The man chuckled. "I already called and said that I wouldn't be able to attend today. The show you and your brother put on in the kitchen told me today was going to be interesting enough."

She blushed. "Sorry."

"Don't be. They are already used to me canceling at the last minute. Just Vigilante Things." He winked.

"Don't I know it." A new voice answered from the door. Danny walked in dragging his feet, hair sticking outwards in every direction and eyes narrowed. "Good morning."

"Hey you." Jazz turned in her seat. "You look awful."

"Is my natural charm." Danny yawned and sat next to his sister. "Hi all. My name is Danny. Can I eat some food?"

Some at the table chuckled at his words. Bruce nodded, amused, and abandoned all pretense that he wasn't analyzing the siblings.

"Slept okay?" He asked.

"Better than I have in weeks." Danny shrugged, making quick work of what was left on the table. He wasn't picky, and he didn't complain about the food being cold. "Mostly because I haven't slept in weeks more than a few naps under my desk."

"I told you—"

"I know." He cut off his sister. "I know. I just never find the time."

Jazz looked like she wanted to argue but chose to let it go and helped Danny assemble the worst breakfast combination in the world. The rest watched in horror and fascination as the young man devoured everything at a fast pace, not caring about chewing or tasting the food.

Once he swallowed, he continued talking. "We have been using the system — you know, the one you created?" He rolled his eyes when Jazz smiled, pleased. "It has been working fine. It's just," he sighed, "after you left everything kept piling up. I didn't know how much work you did — how much reading I would do." Danny rubbed his face in despair.

"And that's why Tucker was my back up for the—"

"And he has been doing a great job but I made the mistake of offering my help, you know, I thought 'oh, I have some free time! I can help my loved ones' — that was my first mistake."

"Thinking?" Jazz arched an eyebrow, her smile mocking.

Danny didn't find it amusing, but quiet and barely contained chuckles around the table disagreed with him.

"Now seriously, do you need me to come back?" She asked, pointedly ignoring the stares, especially her boyfriend's.

Danny's eyes opened wide. "No! No, please. You stay where you are." He gestured widely with his hands. "We got this. You— You enjoy your vacation."

Vacation? Jazz said she was in Arkham to learn skills for her work in the Realms.

"I told you I'm not—"

"Yes. You are. Vacation." He grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little. "Stop worrying. We got this."

"Good luck with getting her to relax."

"Hey!" Jazz turned towards her boyfriend. "I thought you were supposed to be on my side?"

"And I am. On the side where you stop worrying."

Danny finally smiled. "You are not that bad, Mr Boyfriend."

"Jason."

Danny's smiles grew with mischief, and didn't say anything else. Jazz sighed.

"Please behave."

"I always do."

"You know as well as I do that that's a lie." She narrowed her eyes at her brother. "I thought we agreed you'd behave when you visit."

"Still thinking you are capable of 'being normal'?" He did the air quotes and everything. "Jazz, I love you, but you know that—"

"I know." She looked down at her hands on her lap. "Believe me I know."

Something clicked in Danny's mind, because his teasing smile melted from his face the moment her words were out of her mouth.

He glanced at Jason, who tensed at the look, and went back to his sister. "What happened?"

Everyone noticed the switch in the siblings. Danny's tense shoulders and alert eyes immediately going around the room looking for something. He didn't know the details but he knew something was up with Jasmine.

"The situation has changed." She started, still looking down. "I… The—I mean, I will take care of it, I always do, but we need to talk."

Jason didn't miss Danny's dangerous glint in his eye when he looked at him again. Or the green glow in the blue irises.

"You said so in your text." He nodded. "So this isn't just about Mr Muscles over there?"

Jazz's soft chuckle was almost able to break the tension in the room. Cass, Duke and Dick stopped breathing, knowing this was it. Damian, who had been ignoring everyone and had been texting John the whole time, finally put his phone down. Bruce and Jason shared a look. This was it.

"How about we move this important conversation to the drawing room? I feel like you will be more comfortable there." Alfred as always knew when to walk in, and started picking up the dirty dishes without waiting for a reply.

With a few murmurs in agreement, the whole group stood up and moved towards the room they'd been in the previous night. The arrangement was similar, with Bruce in the loveseat and the siblings cramming themselves in the opposite couch to the one where Jason, Jazz and Danny sat down.

Jazz was holding on to her boyfriend's hand for dear life, trying to calm down. She appreciated his words of encouragement as they walked with the group, and held her head high by the time she faced her brother again.

"Jason, and his family, they… they know."

Danny lifted an eyebrow. "I have noticed." He crossed his arms. "After this morning, I'd expect a few screams in horror, but nobody has reported us to the police yet, so…"

"No, no. Danny, they know."

It took a moment for her words to settle in, but when they did he bared his teeth and stood up. "WHAT?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What the hell, Jazz? It's been what, a few months? And this guy," he pointed at Jason, who didn't, couldn't, look at him, "makes cute eyes at you so you spill MY secrets?"

"It wasn't like that."

"Oh yeah?" He threw his hands up. "Enlighten me. Tell me how it was, because I was mostly joking when I said you have terrible taste, but—"

"It wasn't like that." She growled, bristling. "Things happened and I really need you to trust me for this one."

"Trust you?" Danny asked, incredulous. "Are you seriously asking me to trust you right now?"

She straightened her back. "Yes I am. When have I led you astray?"

Danny scoffed. "You want the list alphabetical?"

"Danny."

The siblings glared at each other, face expressions and eyes telling more than what words could tell. Danny was furious but cautious, and the fact that he hadn't ran away yet was taken as a good sign. Jazz was hurt and pleading, but firm even when both their eyes started turning green.

Bruce wanted to shrink into his seat in shame, but he couldn't. He did this. Jazz was forced against her will to reveal information so he wouldn't march her into the Justice League and trial her for crimes he thought she committed. And now she had the chance to pay back, to rightfully blame him and tell her brother how he kidnapped her and hurt her, and she wasn't saying anything.

"Okay." Danny finally said. "Okay," he sighed, "when we are back home you bet your ass you are explaining."

"Everything will make sense in time."

"You are starting to talk like Clockwork."

This made her smirk. "Good. It keeps you on your toes."

Danny made a mocking face to his sister and turned to look at the others watching.

"I guess there's nothing to lose."

There was a flash of bright light and instead of the tired and burned out younger Fenton sibling, they saw a floating glowing figure dressed in black and white. It was still Danny, but hair was white and eyes were green; and all the ghostly physical traits they saw in the siblings — fangs, claws, pointed ears — were exaggerated in this form.

"My name is Danny Phantom. The one and only hero of Amity Park—" Jazz cleared her throat, "I mean," he glared at her and crossed his legs in the air, still floating, "I am the only undead hero of Amity Park. I have helpers."

"Very funny." Jazz said. She turned towards Bruce, Jason and the others. "Guys, this is my brother. Danny, these are the Waynes. Jason's family."

Danny's eyebrows arched. "You are Bruce Wayne?" The way he asked had zero amount of awe. He was familiar with the name and not in a good way.

"You know who I am?"

"Sam — my girlfriend — knows who you are. She's been to a few of your fancy-schmancy galas. She said she hated every second of it."

The older man found it funny. "They tend to be mind numbingly boring."

"Hey Danny," Jazz's voice was careful, "is this place safe?"

This made the young man tense and unfold his legs, all playfulness gone. "What do you mean?"

"I— I did my own check, but I'd feel better if you did one too. I wouldn't like for, hm, Vlad to—"

"Vlad is involved in this?" Nobody missed the growl in his chest.

"All will make sense, I promise." Jazz pleaded, lifting her hands in a placating manner.

Jason glanced at Bruce. They knew Vlad Master was bad news, but this confirmed it.

"Okay. Trusting you. Whatever." Danny breathed slowly and disappeared.

Immediately, Jazz explained: "He's doing a sweep of the haunt." Determined, she looked at Bruce and then at Jason. "Will it be okay if I tell him about you guys?"

Bruce looked conflicted for a second, but Jason didn't hesitate. "Go ahead." He glared at Bruce as if daring him to say otherwise. "We owe you at least that."

By the time Danny was back Bruce had come to terms that he had to start being okay with a bunch of things really quick if he wanted his answers. Glancing at Jasmine and how her worried frown never left her, he considered it wasn't that bad of a step towards properly apologizing to her. She had said a few days ago that his apology at Jason's apartment wasn't enough. He was starting to understand the dimensions of the situation he caused.

"Okay. Place is clean. There's a lot of dead relatives but that's expected from a haunt like this one."

Bruce wanted so badly to ask him to elaborate on that. But kept his mouth shut.

"Alright." Jazz breathed in slowly. "Danny," she started, "remember you are trusting me, ok?"

"You are scaring me." He tried to joke, but his sister didn't even smile.

"Could you please show them the… the other thing?"

"What other—" realization dawned on him. "Jazz, you didn't—!"

"I haven't!"

"Then why—?"

"I asked you if this was safe, didn't I?"

"Yes, but—"

"Then listen to me," she insisted, standing up to approach her brother. "Trust me. Show them." She took his hands in hers, the contrast of both the alive and dead sibling blurring the longer Jazz stood there. It was like their auras became visible and pulsed together, a low hum barely perceptible rumbling in the room. "Trust me."

The rumbling stopped when their hands stopped touching. Danny floated back and let his body lower until his feet touched the floor. He threw a worried look at Jazz and nodded, all aggressiveness dissipating and leaving a vulnerable expression on his face.

He didn't say anything else, but he didn't have to. Gasps and one yelp in surprise filled the silence when green flames engulfed his body, from the bottom of his feet to the last strand of hair, and in its path, it revealed the same undead creature but not quite the same young man.

Danny looked like a completely different person with the dark metal armor over the suit. He looked taller, and bigger, and his presence commanded attention even if he wasn't saying anything. He wore a cape dark as night, with millions of stars glowing on the inside, and that floated as if some kind of invisible breeze had entered the room.

The most impressive thing, though, was the black crown over his head. It floated a few inches over his hair, and the flames of his transformation seemed to concentrate in the mysterious metal, flowing and pulsating like a heartbeat.

"I am…" Even his voice sounded different. Heavier. He glanced at Jazz, who nodded. "I am Daniel James Phantom, the High King of the Infinite Realms."

In the following moments, the Waynes felt like they were living in some kind of surrealistic alternate dimension. It was the moment at the maximum height of a jump, right before gravity did its thing and violently pulled you back down to Earth. Watching Danny, who just a few hours before had crashed into the house and looked more roadkill than person, was floating now in the middle of their drawing room wearing a full armor, a burning crown and a heavy presence that rivaled Batman on a bad day.

Dick broke the moment, acting like the gravity he loved to defy, and hollered a laugh coming from deep in his chest. "Eat shit, Stephanie!"