As the Hulk in Danny Phantom/DC/Young Justice

Jazz sat in her makeshift office within their reinforced warehouse, three notebooks spread before her in meticulous organization. Her phone's timer showed 54 minutes remaining.

"We have approximately an hour," she addressed the two heroes directly. "Before my brother realizes I'm not actually helping the freshman psychology class and comes looking.

No offense," she added with clinical precision, "but Samael doesn't trust either of you enough to be alone with me, heroes or not."

"You're skipping school?" Superman's concern was immediate and paternal.

"Please," Jazz waved off his worry while opening her primary notebook. "I have special dispensation to assist in lower-level classes.

My academic performance allows certain... flexibility. It's how I've been able to stay close to my brothers during school hours."

Batman's expression remained unreadable. "And Samael thinks you're teaching now?"

"He and Danny are with our parents, they were called in sick by them, getting another lecture about eventually taking over the family ghost-hunting business." Her pen moved with practiced efficiency. "Sam and Tucker will cover for me, but we need to make this quick AND thorough."

"You've planned this carefully," Batman observed.

"I plan everything carefully," Jazz replied. "Especially when it involves my brothers' wellbeing. Now, shall we discuss your intended level of involvement in their development?"

"Your brother's protectiveness," Superman started, "while admirable-"

"Is entirely justified," Jazz cut him off, making another note. "Especially given recent events. Speaking of which - your initial assessment of their new abilities?"

Batman's eyes narrowed slightly. "The combination of ghost powers and Lantern energy creates unprecedented-"

"I have Tucker's technical analysis," Jazz interrupted again, tapping one of her notebooks. "I'm interested in your psychological evaluation. Particularly regarding Samael's control over his rage."

"He's managing it better than expected," Superman offered.

"Because the ring gives him choice," Jazz's pen moved rapidly. "For the first time since the accident, he can breathe without burning. But that's not what concerns you, is it?"

Batman shifted slightly. "His potential for-"

"For protecting what's his?" Jazz's voice carried dangerous certainty. "Yes, let's discuss that. Specifically, your concerns about his methods versus his actual intentions."

"The level of power he now commands-" Superman began.

"Is precisely why I need to understand your plans," Jazz cut in, checking her timer. "Forty-seven minutes left, gentlemen. And we haven't even touched on Danny's situation yet."

"You're very direct," Batman observed.

"I'm very aware of time constraints," Jazz corrected. "And very interested in whether you plan to treat my brothers as allies or potential threats to contain."

The warehouse fell silent as her words hung in the air, carrying all the weight of a protective sister's warning to even Earth's mightiest heroes.

"Let's be clear," Jazz continued, her professional tone carrying steel beneath it. "My brothers aren't your typical metahuman teenagers trying to figure out their powers. They're not recruits for your Justice League, and they're certainly not subjects for monitoring."

"No one suggested-" Superman started.

"But you considered it," Jazz made another note without looking up. "Just like you considered contingency plans if Samael's rage ever truly breaks loose, or if Danny's powers continue to grow."

Batman's silence was confirmation enough.

"Here's what you need to understand," Jazz looked up, meeting their gazes directly. "They're not just powered individuals to be assessed.

They're my little brothers. And while they might respect you, might even admire you..." She checked her timer - thirty-five minutes left. "They don't need you."

"Their powers-" Batman began.

"Are theirs to control," Jazz finished. "What they need isn't oversight or containment protocols.

They need allies who understand the difference between watching their backs and watching them."

Superman inched slightly closer from his seat. "We only want to help."

"Then help on their terms," Jazz replied, flipping to a new page. "Now, about those contingency plans I mentioned - let's discuss exactly what scenarios you've prepared for."

"Your brother's position on lethal force is... concerning. Not because he's wrong, necessarily, but because it shouldn't be among his first considerations." Batman carefully began.

Jazz's pen paused. "Go on."

"I understand his drive to protect. His willingness to do whatever it takes." he continued. "But killing, even in defense of family, changes you. It should be the absolute last resort, after every other option is exhausted."

"And yet you know you can't talk him out of considering it," Jazz observed clinically.

"No. His position is too deeply rooted in his protective instinct. But perhaps we can help ensure he has other options first."

Jazz turned to Superman. "And your view?"

"I'm not enthusiastic about taking lives," Superman's response was measured. "But unlike Bruce, I don't hold it as an absolute line. When Doomsday threatened Earth, I did what was necessary. Sometimes, there truly is no other way."

"Interesting," Jazz made several quick notes. "So you're not opposed to Samael's position, just his potential readiness to employ it?"

"It's not about opposing his position," Superman clarified. "It's about understanding the weight of such decisions. When I killed Doomsday, it wasn't a choice made lightly."

"Samael doesn't make these choices lightly either," Jazz's voice carried quiet certainty. "His rage might be contained now, but his protective instinct? That's not just power or duty - it's who he is."

"Which is precisely why safeguards-" Batman started.

"Are pointless," Jazz cut him off, checking her timer - twenty-eight minutes left. "You can't put safeguards on someone's core nature. What you can do is help them find better ways to express it."

At Batman's silence after her words, Jazz sighed and put her pen down, rubbing her face. The stress of the situation was getting to her.

Batman's absolute denial of killing made him in the future possibly stand against her brother in ways that could make him a villain, while Superman's not absolute aversion to killing, made him the greatest threat to her brother if he ever truly lost absolute control, and was too big a threat to the world.

"Are you alrig-" Superman began.

"Can I ask you both something?" She cut him off. "What do you base your moralities on?"

Superman gave her a confused expression, "What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what I said. The foundation of your morality, what is it based on? Is it based on religion?

For example, on you believing in God and His Book? Or is it based on the laws of the country or state? How do you both know when you have the moral high ground on something?"

Batman moved slightly forward, his voice carrying careful consideration. "My principles come from experience. From seeing what happens when lines are crossed, when power is misused."

"So personal experience shapes your absolute stance?" Jazz made a quick note. "Not divine law or civil authority?"

"My rules exist because I've seen what happens without them."

"And you?" Jazz turned to Superman. "What shapes your more... flexible approach?"

Superman contemplated his words, his expression thoughtful. "I was raised with small-town values, but I've seen too much of the universe to believe in absolute rules. Sometimes protecting life means making impossible choices."

"So neither of you actually base your morality on any higher authority," Jazz observed, her analytical mind working through implications. "It's all personal experience and chosen principles."

"Is that relevant?" Batman's questioned, curious.

"Extremely," Jazz picked up her pen again. "Because it means your moral stances, while deeply held, are ultimately subjective. Based on your experiences, your choices."

"And?" Superman prompted.

"And my brothers' experiences are fundamentally different from yours. Samael's understanding of necessary force comes from protecting family while literally burning with rage. Danny's hope stems from standing between that rage and its targets."

She checked her timer - twenty minutes left.

"Their morality isn't about rules or ideals," she continued. "It's about protection, about family, about finding balance between power and purpose.

So when you talk about safeguards or containment or moral lines..." She met their gazes steadily. "You're not just disagreeing with their methods. You're failing to understand their foundation."

"Interesting analysis," Batman's voice carried new consideration. "You're suggesting our moral frameworks are fundamentally incompatible."

"No," Jazz corrected, making another note. "I'm suggesting you need to understand their framework before trying to impose yours. Samael doesn't consider killing because he lacks moral fiber - he considers it because his entire being is structured around protecting what's his."

"And Danny?" Superman asked.

"Balances that protective instinct with hope," Jazz replied. "Not because some code tells him to, but because he's seen both the necessity and cost of absolute protection. He understands his brother's rage as I said before, because he's stood between it and its targets."

She glanced at her timer - fifteen minutes.

"So when you talk about rules and lines," she continued, "you're missing the point. They don't need lectures on morality. They need allies who understand that their ethics come from lived experience, not philosophical ideals."

"You're very good at this," Batman observed.

"I have to be," Jazz's voice carried quiet intensity. "Because someday, your different moral frameworks might put you against my brothers. And I need to know if you're capable of seeing past your own principles to understand theirs."

"And if we're not?" Superman's question hung in the air.

Jazz's pen paused over her notebook. "Then this meeting will have served its purpose - showing me exactly what kind of allies you really are."

"And what kind of allies are we?" Batman's questioned.

"Currently?" Jazz checked her timer - twelve minutes. "Potential ones. But that depends entirely on your next actions."

"What would you suggest?" Superman's tone held genuine interest.

"Stop watching them," Jazz's voice carried quiet authority. "Start seeing them. My brothers don't need mentors imposing moral frameworks or guardians waiting for them to slip. They need allies who understand that their power serves their purpose, not the other way around."

She closed her notebooks decisively, timer showing eight minutes. "I've made my assessment of you both.

Whether you become true allies or future adversaries depends on one simple thing - can you accept that their path might not match your ideals, while still serving the same goal?"

Batman moved slightly. "Protection."

"Family," Jazz corrected, standing. "Everything else is just details."

"And if we can't accept their methods?" Superman asked quietly.

Jazz gathered her notebooks, her voice carrying both warning and hope. "Then at least I'll have done my job as their sister - understanding the threats they might face, even from those who mean well."

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! 

Do tell me how you found Jazz's character and the conversation this chapter?

I had to get a little psychological and philisophical to write this - I hope the former was good, since my expertise is more on the latter.

So yeah, do tell me how you found it,

And I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)