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It was another end of shift in the Arkham Asylum for Dr. Jasmine Fenton. After some months working there, without getting killed or becoming a villain, has awarded her the privilege of not getting followed home every night by one of Gotham's vigilantes. She could ask for the resident city spirit to divert them from her, — perks of being the sister of the most powerful king the Ghost Zone ever had — but it would bring more problems than she was willing to handle.
Jazz had already prepared to leave, when she sensed a faint smell coming from the ventilation system. A gas attack, certainly a breakout was going to occur. She run as fast as she could towards the courtyard, smelling the gas everywhere, trying to get fresh air and not be knocked out for whatever this is. Foolish mistake.
In the courtyard was Scarecrow, barely in costume, giving something to Bane that could only be his venom. Her vision started to blur, she was beginning to change, and for the first time, she wasn't in control.
"Well, if it isn't the charming Dr. Fenton? It was about damn time for our condescending therapist to get the payback she deserves — Scarecrow said gloating — What is it girl? Too scared to say anything quippy back at me?"
Jazz lunged at the Scarecrow, changing mid rush. Her ginger werewolf, looking like a giant maned wolf, grabbed Scarecrow by the neck and threw him at the wall, leaving his body limp. Bane barely had time to react, and Jazz's fangs were already at his neck, thrashing him around. Even powered with venom, the heavy bleeding made him dizzy and fainting at the spot. The rest of the goons that didn't flee, were slashed by Jazz's claws. That's when her eyes were fixed in the figure clad in black, that she went after it as well.
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"You want me to what?"
Jason was confused. Of all things that Bruce could ask of him, Jason didn't expect to be asked to be Batman.
"I agree with Todd father. Richard would be a much better choice for the cowl."
"Well Damian, Dick is currently with the Titans solving an issue in Tamaran, and even though I can patrol with this injury, I believe that Jason could be Batman while I'm benched. We all worked really hard into reconnecting as a family, and I think this act shows how much I trust Jason."
"Wow, you really chosen the worst person possible. Is it because Tim is not bulky enough?"
"If Timbo became Batman, he would never have Damian as Robin, and Damian wants only to work with Dick. So that only leaves him with the option of hiring me again to be Robin."
"Well Stephanie, I did name my first my first gray hair after you."
Bruce was smiling, and it really seems he meant it he said that trusted Jason.
"Okay old man, I will be Gotham's furry for tonight, but you will give me free pass to the batplane"
"Free pass to the batbike and nothing more"
"Deal, but I will be taking the lollipop in your belt home."
"Guys, I hate to interject into this beautiful moment — said Tim looking the batcomputer — but the sensors I put in Arkham are sensing some fear toxin in the ventilation ducts. It may be the beginning of a breakout. We need to go now!"
The others were ready, and Jason quickly put the Batman suit. They made to Arkham as fast as they could be, only to see in the courtyard what seemed to be a ginger werewolf thrashing Bane and beating some of Scarecrow's goons. The guards ran away, and the other inmates ran back to their cells after this scene. Jason quickly coordinated his siblings.
"Robin, Spoiler, Red Robin, tranquilizers now! I will distract this thing while you guys flank it. Then check on Scarecrow and Bane, they seem to be in the worst conditions."
Strange, as Red Hood, he wouldn't hesitate to shoot the werewolf, but wearing the cowl made him act and think like Batman. Was he trying to not disappoint Bruce? Or is he filling the role that he should have if the Joker didn't had killed him?
He was quick, landed in the courtyard loud enough to be heard. The beast fixated on him and made a run towards Jason. Quickly enough, three dart landed on its back, making its movement slower to the point it collapsed right on top of him, slowly changing back to its original form. The red hair should've been a sign, Dr Jasmine Fenton was there in his arms. He quickly took off his cape and covered her body, and he noticed that she was waking up.
She was beautiful, with her red hair, blue eyes, blood in her mouth and her hands, seeing her monstrous form tearing those goons apart was almost artistic. But Jason is Batman, and he can't become fascinated with this dangerous woman — Bruce feels a sudden chill on his spine, Selina and Talia, both in separated parts of the world, feel the sudden urge to laugh — and now he has to ask questions.
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Jazz was dazed, and then very. Her body was being covered by some cloth, and looking who has her in his arms, it is Batman's cape. Looking inside of it, she can see the remains of clothes, meaning she had changed without control, and the iron taste in her made her aware that she attacked someone.
"Did I kill anyone?"
"Not yet. Bane is being stabilized and Scarecrow is being taken care of. Those are the ones in the most dire condition. The people that you slashed with your claws are all awake an holding their wounds. I've seen some of them getting stabbed by knives, so they will survive."
"You are not Batman. Your voice is different from both him and Nightwing. Are you the Red Hood dressed as him? You are the only one with the necessary build. Normally people wouldn't think you are friends, but the rumors said you were the second Robin."
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Shit. Jason forgot that she was smart. It was not even a minute and she figured who he was.
"That's not important at all. But we will visit you later to have another talk."
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Great. Batman's first visit was unpleasant, now both him and Red Hood being on her heels is downright annoying.
"Did you attack them on purpose?"
"No, I smelled something faint in the air, and then bolted out of my office. But it seems that inhale too much of what I suspect is fear toxin, and it triggered my change. I will make a new addition to my dossier."
"Is it a comprehensive description about your powers? Can we have a copy?"
"Wow, you actually asked nicely for it."
"I'm not a paranoid fuck like the B-man, and there is laws that protects metas about divulging their information."
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"Language Batman."
Of course Bruce was listening, and maybe watching. Jason puts his hand on his ear to activate the communicator.
"Trust is a two way road old man. And I'm not twelve anymore."
"But Robin could listen to you, and use bad language as well."
"Well, then he would be learning from the best"
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Red Hood was talking to someone over his comms, most likely the real Batman. It was like seeing a kid arguing with his dad. It was entertaining and lightened, she would almost laugh, if wasn't by the seriousness of the situation.
"Well, I can share some of my documents with you. I can access them from my house. Now that I have a new section to fill, maybe you guys can help with some tests."
"What kind of tests?"
"Human experimentation. On me of course. My change is a conscious act. I'm in full control when transformed, but I never stopped to see if drugs can interact with my abilities. This is the first time that I changed without control. Also this tranquilizer — Jazz said while removing the darts from her back — seems to revert to my original form. And I can be pretty sure that the Red Hood can help get some samples, and Batman can provide with a safe space to test."
The other three vigilantes joined them. The police is here and paramedics were starting to tend the wounded. Spoiler was the first to talk.
"Wait, did you never got high on college?"
Jazz chuckled a little bit.
"I don't even drink coffee. I try to maintain a healthy lifestyle."
Now it was Red Robin time to talk.
"I can't trust her Batman. What kind of person doesn't drink coffee? Not even Joker is this deranged."
Robin approached as well, with a concerned face.
"Are you a meta and this is your power, or are you infected and we will have a werewolf Bane?"
"I'm not a meta. My ability is magical in nature, but it is not a curse. Both the person and their sire must consent for the ability to be passed."
"Cool! Can you turn me? I would love to become Wolfwoman. I always preferred Jacob to Edward."
"Sorry, but I'm not an original. I can't convert people. And I'm not arranging a meeting between any of you and my sire. That's my condition to give access to my files."
"A fair arrangement Dr. Fenton. I know where you live, so do you have a day where is good for me to come? I can bring some vegan roast beef made with seitan."
Was the Red Hood asking Jazz for a dinner date? Bold and brave. And since he was actually trying to be nice about it, she couldn't see a reason to not accept, besides the whole crime lord and vigilante stuff.
"Next Tuesday is good. It is my day off. —Jazz eyed the other vigilantes — Are you bringing company?"
"No. — Jason put his hand on his ear while directly looking at Jazz's eyes — I'm actively trying to not break people's trust."
"Great, it is settled then, Now excuse me while I going to put some spare clothes I have in my office."
Spoiler approached her and helped Jazz to get up.
"Let me accompany you. We will be needing this cape back."
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After both women left and Jason and his brothers talked with the police — omitting Jazz involvement with this carnage — Tim looked at Jason, certainly incredulous.
"Dude, did you just got a date with her? In her house, where she could possibly murder since we still don't know if she is a villain?"
"Yep, I blame the suit. You have the demon brat and Catwoman as a proof of Batman's foolishness. I'm only following my old man's example."
"Batman, don't make me have the birds and villainous bees talk with you again".
Tim cringed after hearing that, reliving some deeply buried memories that he didn't want to have.
"Only if Robin is present to hear your examples."
The comm is silent. Jason have one this little argument, and now need to prepare for his upcoming dinner with a werewolf woman.