Bruce sighed. Danny choked.

"You— You guys had bets going on?"

Dick stopped his celebratory dance to have the decency to look ashamed. "I mean… Maybe?"

Danny's smirk replaced his worried face, and the mischievous little brother was back; wearing a heavy and clearly magical armor from another dimension, but still the same person.

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much was the bet?"

"There were a few," Dick explained, ignoring Bruce's tired sigh in the background, "But Stephanie thought Jazz was the King. She bet twenty bucks."

Danny scoffed, crossing his arms. "I'm offended. I'm worth more than twenty."

Jazz joined Bruce in the tired sigh department. She even placed her hand on her forehead.

"Wait," Duke perked up, glancing at Jazz trying so hard to keep it together next to a smirking Jason, "if he's the Ghost King…"

Jason was the first to catch on. "It means Jazz is—"

"The Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms, yeah!" Danny chuckled and pointed a finger at his sister.

"Don't you dare!"

"Uh-huh!" He answered, the tip of his finger lighting in more green fire.

"Danny, I swear—!"

She couldn't finish. Danny shot the fire at her, and immediately the flames spread across her body, revealing armor the same way it did for Danny. On her chest, her comfortable long sleeved blouse was replaced by a crimson red chest piece and dark metallic shoulder armor pieces. Her hands and forearms were covered by more red metal, dented and dull with use, up to her elbows.

On her legs, a pleated skirt made of the same dark gray armor reflected the sunlight when she quickly readjusted her legs to stand up, crimson red boots appearing down her legs from her mid thighs.

As the fire retreated over her face, Jazz was already baring her teeth at her brother.

"Danny!" She growled. "That was unnecessary!"

He chuckled again. "If I have to stand here wearing a stupid outfit then so do you." He approached her and patted her on the back so hard she grunted and stumbled forwards. "What was the thing? 'A true warrior shows their armor with pride'?"

She rolled her eyes and moved one hand to pull back some strands of hair that had gotten on her face. Jason followed the movement to the bright red headpiece framing her eyes, and extending into points on the sides of her head. They burned with green flames like Danny's crown did, as if their transformation were condensed in the pieces of metal.

He also noticed the exposed skin of her arms, how his assessment of her turned out to be true, watching the muscles flex with the small movement — and the scary amount of scars she apparently hid under her clothes. He didn't miss a big burn scar peeking from under one shoulder piece.

"Man, I wish Steph was here," Dick took everyone's attention away from the siblings, "because I was also right on the princess thing."

"So… This is really nothing to you? Like, it does nothing?" Danny's wide smile was more amused than it should be. "We are literally interdimensional royalty, here, standing in your fancy mansion," he did a gesture encompassing the whole room, his sister, and himself, "and nothing?"

Jazz sighed again, the flames on the tips of her headpiece burning a little bit brighter. If one squinted, the vague shape of a circle was starting to form with the fire. Her crown?

"Danny," Jazz made a gesture towards the not at all surprised Waynes sitting in front of them, "there is something you should know about them."

"Aha?" He glanced at her, but kept his eyes on the others.

"The Waynes are also heroes. They are—"

"No fucking way."

"Yep."

"Jazz," Danny crossed his arms again, but he was smiling, "you had one job. What was it?"

"To not be noticed by Batman." She looked away, ashamed.

"And what happened?"

"It was— I was careless. I'm sorry, okay?" She closed her eyes and pinched her nose. "Can we drop it? Please?"

Danny was not going to drop it, but Jason got his attention and made a signal to cut it out. Fortunately, the young King made the decision to listen. The little frown told them it was only temporary.

"Okay." Nobody missed Jazz's shoulders immediately relax at the word. "So you guys are the bats and birds, and have known about us for a while—"

"Suspected." Bruce spoke for the first time since reveals started happening. He cleared his throat. "Jasmine, she— She explained some things, but warned that there were things she couldn't say due to safety reasons and needed to wait for you."

Danny raised his eyebrows, looking back between Bruce and his sister. Did he know that there was more story behind those words? No doubt he would ask her more details about how they found out — that's what he would do — so he wasn't sure the siblings were going to be this amused and relaxed in their— in his presence anymore.

As much as it pained him, maybe this would be the last time they could get answers.

"She talked about the GIW," Danny tensed, Jazz pursed her lips, "and warned us about Vlad Masters."

Like the flip of a switch, any amusement left Danny and he donned a persona they haven't seen yet: the King. It was subtle, but they were so used to reading body language that they could see the shift happen as clear as day.

"Is that so?" The flames of his crown flared for a second. He glanced at Jazz. "When you said the situation had changed…?"

"The GIW and potentially Vlad are… they know I'm here." She winced. "They will, when they get here. And Jason—"

"I've noticed."

All eyes went to the mentioned. Danny's new attitude made his piercing green eyes drill holes on Jason's skin. If he felt poked and prodded when Jazz watched him, it was nothing next to how he literally felt Danny's consciousness somehow touch his.

He jumped. "What the fuck was that?"

"Interesting."

"Don't 'interesting' me! What—"

"Darling," Jazz sat back down next to him, "it's okay."

She took his hand, which helped a lot, but still he glared at Danny as the presence came back. At least now that he expected it he didn't feel so violated.

"What an interesting case." He tilted his head. "You sure know how to find them, Jazzy."

"Please don't call me that."

"What do you mean?" Jason tried to keep the conversation on track. "What's interesting?"

Danny licked his lips and shifted his weight from one foot to another. The armor barely made a sound, even if it was expected from such heavy metal.

"You died." It wasn't a question. "And your resurrection was painful. What has been done to you was incomplete, tainted, and has left your ghost development stunted."

That explained absolutely nothing.

"I gave him one of my vials." Jazz interrupted before he could complain.

That didn't please her sibling. "Jazz—"

"I know." The hand that held Jason's twitched for a second. "But it was an emergency. Would that affect him?"

Danny pondered the question, one hand on his chin. "Maybe. I don't know. We should check with the yetis."

"Thought so." She glanced at her boyfriend. "Sorry."

"Don't say sorry. I told you if there's no blood, there's no need to say sorry."

"As cute as this is, we need to focus on the important part here." Danny got his sister's attention. "Situation has changed."

"Yes." Jazz took a deep breath. "GIW is coming, Vlad may be as well, and I can't just—" she rubbed her face, "We need to re-negotiate, re-strategize and move up The Plan."

"The Plan?" Bruce leaned in, catching on the capital letters.

Danny looked at Jazz. Jazz looked at Jason before looking back at her brother.

"We… Okay. Okay." She breathed in, breathed out. "We are at war. In the Infinite Realms." She ignored Danny sitting down beside her and the fire when his armor was gone. "Danny is the King, yes, but he is not the only one who has a claim."

"Vlad."

Danny clicked his tongue at the name, but patted Jazz's shoulder and now her armor disappeared in green flames. "He has been after power ever since he came back to life from his accident."

"We've been fighting Vlad and his supporters, as well as trying to fix the mess left behind by the previous King, ever since Danny took the throne."

"And this was…?"

The siblings shared a look before Danny answered Bruce: "A week after I graduated."

He was just a kid.

That being said, Robins started fighting crime way younger than eighteen, Bruce considered. Not the same as becoming the ruler of a whole dimension, though.

"Something you guys need to understand about the previous king, Pariah Dark, is that he was such a tyrant he had to be put into the sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. Everything has been a mess for millenia."

Bruce pondered Danny's words. An interdimensional tyrant they knew nothing about, a war they wouldn't have learned about if it wasn't for Jason's neighbor. He got dizzy for a second.

"But that's not all." Bruce nodded along when the siblings did, clearly relieved he was catching on. "The GIW."

"We have been trying our best. Those documents you found with our parents' signature," Danny's head snapped towards Jazz so fast they confirmed he was not human, or he would have had some real damage, "they were the things we couldn't stop in time. The research we couldn't erase in time." She continued, ignoring Danny's wild eyes.

Bruce swallowed, trying to get rid of the knot in his throat.

"I have nothing to do with these!"

"Darling, listen to me. Jason, this is not true."

"This is taken out of context."

Her voice trembled as she tried to defend herself. How could she even sway him? He now understood there was so much at stake than mad scientists on the rise, but she couldn't say the whole truth, and by principle he considered a half truth as a lie. Nothing she could have said could have convinced him she wasn't a criminal he needed to stop.

He was ashamed now. How in his mind it made sense. How he was blinded by Jason's hypothetical gratitude once he presented the report of Jasmine's arrest. Maybe he could show him he still cared for him, that he still wished him the best even if it wasn't with him.

It felt so stupid now. Meaningless. He glanced at his son, relaxed, one of his hands subtly on Jazz's and tracing circles with his thumb without thinking. Jason, who never seeked physical contact, who didn't like to be hugged even as a kid.

He would never have that, it would never be that easy for both of them to be comfortable together. He made sure of that.

"I— I understand." He managed to say. He ignored Duke and Cass' looks at his choked voice.

"That's when The Plan comes in." Danny leaned in. "We need help. With Vlad and the war and how much time it consumes running the show, we decided he had to suck it up and call the Justice League."

Duke nodded. "Jazz mentioned that Amity Park folks don't like the League?"

"Oh we hate them. With passion." He leaned back with a grin stretching from ear to ear, apparently enjoying when Bruce tensed. "They abandoned us when we most needed it. They left a dead teenager in charge of protecting the city." The grin grew bigger with each accusation. Jazz slapped him on the leg. "But we decided it was worth a shot to confront them and demand that help we were owed."

Jazz sighed. "What Danny meant to say is, after I was done with my internship at Arkham the next steps were confronting the Justice League and negotiating help with taking down the Guys in White."

"The Plan."

She nodded at Duke. "We didn't know what we would encounter but the situation keeps escalating and our parents… Maddie and Jack have to be stopped."

Danny looked away, suddenly uncomfortable at the mention of his parents. Were they this bad? How much did Barbara's research cover? How much were they missing?

"We thought— If it's okay with you, Bruce — that those negotiations—"

"Of course." He interrupted her. He straightened his back. "Of course we'll help. I'm… I'm sorry we weren't there before."

Jazz nodded, satisfied. Bruce took it as he said the right thing and he was one step closer to properly apologizing.

"Just like that?" Danny didn't seem that convinced.

"Yes. I'll need to write a report and bring it up in an emergency meeting that can be as soon as…" he tried to remember everyone's schedules, "next Tuesday? Could be earlier but I think the Lanterns were away on some Lantern business and this sounds like something they need to know. And they should be back on Tuesday morning."

The siblings looked at each other and had another silent conversation with just face gestures and rapid fire microexpressions. After a moment Danny sighed and relaxed, letting his body flop back to the backrest of the couch.

"We'd be very grateful, Bruce. Thank you." Her smile was genuine.

Bruce glanced at Jason, who was looking at Jazz. As if he knew he was being watched, he turned to look at him. He also was smiling a small smirk as he subtly nodded in approval.

"What a shame," Danny's tone was playful, "we had planned for the possibility of fighting the League."

"Danny." His sister slapped his shoulder.

"Who would have fought B?"

"Dickward." Jason gave his brother a warning look.

Both ignored the warning and smiled at each other. "Valerie." He seemed amused that the other bit the bait and asked. "She's the best at adapting mid combat, has a hoverboard and a bunch of gadgets that neither of you can ever hack or disable."

"Why?"

"Is ghost technology. Nothing in it, either the material or the code, is even close to anything you have encountered before. Batman thrives when having enough time to prepare, but believe me we wouldn't give him enough time to figure out how anything works."

"We have had access to alien tech before." Bruce was curious now.

Danny was shaking his head. "Our weapons and technology may look like yours but in essence it isn't. Since we are friends now I wouldn't mind lending a few things to study. You know, as a token of my faith."

Bruce glanced at Jazz. She nodded in confirmation. "Would be honored to." He finally said.

Did he have to offer pleasantries? Danny was the ruler of a dimension, nonchalant about that fact as he was. Bruce chose not to since they weren't in their armors anymore.

"And Jazz?" Jason asked Danny.

The mentioned hid her face behind her hands. Danny leaned in to look at Jason from Jazz's other side. "Green Arrow. And of course, Wonder Woman."

"I noticed the Amazonian armor."

"I'm right here." Jazz growled.

"She's been trained by Pandora, back at the Greek side of the Realms. All the dead Amazons are over there and some were thrilled to participate in her training; so you could say she's the closest of us all to her battle style. Also Jazz is the expert for close quarters combat and a wide variety of weapons." Danny was obviously proud of his sister. And maybe loved embarrassing her too much. "Except guns."

Dick's eyebrows went to his hairline. Bruce hid his shock as best as he could, and tried hard not to look at Jason.

"Danny." Jazz said through gritted teeth. "Stop."

"What? It's the truth! You are the only one of us that doesn't fight with ectoguns, but you make up for it really well." He slapped her back so hard a bone should have cracked.

Jason cleared his throat. "No guns? For any particular reason?"

Duke choked. Would Jazz find Jason's weapon of choice repulsive? It couldn't be — she knew about Red Hood, she knew what he had done, how he had done it.

Danny's smile was as bright as the Sun. "Because she sucks! I've never seen such a bad aim."

"I've been getting better!" She groaned, her face crimson red. "I've practiced!"

"Oh yeah? I still have scars from the last time you 'practiced'!" He lifted his shirt, showing his lower back and a very clear healed burn scar in there. "You definitely have dad's aim!"

"Yeah? And you suck at sword fighting!" Danny flinched. "Do you think I don't know how many training sessions you've missed?"

"Is not that bad…"

"Yes it is, Danny," she crossed her arms, "since you rely so badly on your powers. What happens if you cannot use them?"

"That will never happen." He crossed his arms too. "Most powerful being of the Realms here." Danny shrugged, showing off his perfect rows of pointy white teeth, even in human form.

Jazz snorted and moved as fast as lightning, one hand going for her brother's stomach to punch him square in the gut. She didn't hit flesh, because at the last minute Danny's chest went intangible and her whole arm went through like he was air.

"Ha!" He looked back up to laugh at her — finding her other hand waiting for him.

Jazz flicked his forehead so hard the others flinched at the noise it made, and Danny was sent back to the armrest of the sofa.

"Hey!" He rubbed his forehead. "That wasn't fair!"

"This is what happens when you don't pay attention, Danny!" She hissed, gesturing with her hands. "And when you rely way too much on your powers!"

"But—"

"But nothing! I bet since I've been gone you've skipped every damn sword fighting class. Ancients, I bet I could beat your ass even as rusty as I am now!"

Danny opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. He knew she was right.

The others watched amused as the young man rubbed his forehead again and glared at his sister.

"Not my fault you are a freak."

"What did you just say?" Jazz tensed, her body ready to pounce.

Bruce cleared his throat, and like magic, the siblings jumped away from each other and sat straighter. Jazz nervously chuckled and fixed her hair again. Bruce smiled. King, princess and all, they were still around his childrens' age.

Said children giggled, amused by the familiarity of their chaotic dynamic.

"So," Dick redirected the conversation, "what's next?"

Jazz tilted her head, thinking. "With my identity revealed, we need to renegotiate with Lady Gotham."

Danny clicked his tongue. "She's not going to like it."

"Well, she will have to if she wants her people protected."

"Jazz talked about this Spirit," Bruce nodded. "So there was an agreement?"

"Yeah," she answered, "as I said, we were not supposed to get closer to Batman or any of the vigilantes, and she wouldn't be opposed to the Princess stomping on her haunt." Her cheeks tinted a slight pink as she glanced at Jason. "Obviously that's void now, and if I'm going to protect this city I need to be able to use my abilities, so we have to chat with her before strategizing."

"When do you think you are talking to her?"

"Why? Wanna come?"

Bruce's silence told her that yes, he very much wanted to. She made a weird face, between amused and concerned. "Is it not allowed?" He asked.

Jazz glanced at Danny, who shrugged and was very unhelpful. "I mean… It's her beloved Knight. Maybe she won't try to obliterate us on sight if we use him as a human shield."

"Hey!"

"Actually, it's not a bad idea." Bruce conceded. Apologizing for what he had done could also mean mediating when they talked with the sentient city.

He was also curious.

Hm.

"Okay then we could do it sometime tomorrow? Before I have to go back to the Realms." Danny stretched his back and yawned.

"Are you leaving so soon?"

Danny stopped mid yawn at his sister's tone of voice. "Why? Did you miss me?"

She didn't answer, but Jason's amused nod where she couldn't see it made Danny chuckle. Jazz would talk your ear out about reaching out and being in touch with your emotional needs; but she also had a hard time admitting that sometimes she also needed her little brother as well.

"You could stay the week? I have work, but apart from that…"

"And we also have to prepare the report with Batman." He answered, nodding.

"Bruce is fine."

Jazz nodded at the older man and smiled back at her brother. "What do you think?"

He made a show like he was pondering staying or not, humming and crossing arms, and making a big sigh like a heavy weight was on his chest.

"I guess I can make the time in my busy kingly schedule." Danny's smile showed his true age — not a front, not trying to appear mischievous, not wanting to be strong for appearance's sake.

Just a little brother and his older sister.