Sorry for the long wait everyone! Really...long...wait...hah. And thanks to TheCatLounge for motivating me to figure out where this fic is going!

Disclaimer: I don't own YJ or DP

"Finally." The person breathed.

Jazz didn't dare turn. She barely breathed. It was like her heart was clogging her throat, it was beating so ridiculously hard, and so loud, someone was bound to hear and draw attention to her –

"Jazz!" The person hissed.

A hand waved in front of her face, and she jerked her head back, muscles tensing as her body followed smack into the person behind as she shot out her other arm in defense –

"For pete's sake – ow! The heck – It's me! Babs! Quit flailing already!"

"Barbara" Jazz breathed out, going limp. She felt Barbara stagger slightly, hands shifting from her mouth to her arms to support her weight. It was just…she thought…thank goodness –

"ALRIGHT YOU LUMPS! You see this bag here? All of you are going to put all your valuables here! Now get moving or I'll shoot!"

Right, not the time. The thugs were trying to herd everyone into a line now – and she'd laugh about this later when it wasn't so life threatening – so if she wanted to make any sort of attack she'd have to avoid that line. More firmly this time, she drew out her anti-creep stick and huddled further behind a machine, dragging Barbara along with her.

"Jazz what are you doing?!" "Not now Babs, just follow my lead." "What lead?!"

A single thug entered her view, and as the 'GAME OVER' music blared out from somewhere the thug hit the ground with a brand new concussion. Jazz felt rather accomplished with herself; using the anti-creep stick was far more satisfying than she remembered, and it looked like no one had noticed yet.

Well, except Babs.

"Jazz you – he just – what, argh!" In a surprising display of strength, Barbara shoved the body under a console, then stripped off the thug's jacket to bind his arms. "So that's how we're going to do it huh? I'm game!"

The both of them quickly dived behind another gaming console as an additional thug came to investigate the speaking. Jazz pressed a finger against her lips, and gave Barbara an exaggerated and totally unnecessary "Shhhhhh!"

Barbara rolled her eyes and in one fluid motion, darted out of their hiding space to high kick the thug in the chin. He dropped like a stone, or would have, if Jazz hadn't rushed to catch his head before it thunked against the floor. Barbara inched her way around the consoles to peek at the crowd, and held up three fingers.

Two down, three to go. They could do this. Jazz was rocking this hero thing!

Barbara frantically gestured for her to go back, and not a second later bullets started pinging around their general area. Various screens cracked, while the animations went black. It was probably too much to hope that they wouldn't notice two of their men disappearing in the same area.

Oh, and the gun problem. No matter how well it worked for ghosts, stick/bare hands versus blaster/gun didn't sound like a good idea. Well, technically most ghosts could also shoot ectoblasts from their hands so – not the time!

"Babs," she hissed, "Any idea how to get them away from the hostages?"

They both ducked as bullets pinged again. This wasn't good, they didn't have the element of surprise anymore if one of the thugs found them now.

Jazz suppressed a flinch when Barbara tapped her on the shoulder. "I've got a plan, but I'll need a distraction." She whispered in her ear.

Which meant Barbara had a plan, and Jazz would be the distraction. She was fine with that. "I got you," she whispered back, "One distraction coming up."

In three…Jazz inched around the consoles opposite where the thugs had come in, peeking through the gaps to make sure she hadn't been seen yet.

Two…she should be about opposite to where Barbara wanted to position herself. The thugs, confused that nothing came about from their random shooting, were gathering closer to each other and the hostages now. She needed a way to keep their attention.

One…well, it wasn't as if she was lacking in examples of attention getting. Though usually it was Danny (technically, Phantom) doing the distraction thing.

Showtime.

"Hey! Brickheads!"

A slew of bullets splattered around her as she ducked behind yet another console. She noticed it was getting both easier and harder to see. Harder, because the light from the consoles that actually did light up most of the arcade was getting shot out by bullets, and easier, because the moving lights weren't interfering with her perception. Harder again, because they were no longer hiding her.

"You call that aim? My teddy bear's better at shooting than you losers!"

Juvenile, but still enough to keep them focused on her. Please let Babs hurry up, she thought, readying the anti-creep stick and poking her head out a third time.

"I bet – woah!"

One of the thugs actually had approached her console during the shoot out, and was currently far too close. He swiped (and thank gods he didn't shoot) and caught on to her arm – no, sleeve – no, bag, bag, and as Jazz retreated one bag short its cover flew open from the force, she never did close it after getting out the anti-creep stick, and out flew the thermos –

It pinged, a much deeper ping than the bullets, against the floor, and it was just her luck that the lid flew off.

The pillar of blue light flared in the much darkened room, arresting everyone's attention, even more so when out flew –

"I AM THE BOX GHOST! FEAR ME!" The blue specter cackled before disappearing through a wall. Soon afterwards the blue light of the thermos also faded, leaving everyone in a stunned silence.

Thus, no one really noticed when Barbara drop kicked the last three thugs into oblivion.

So that wraps up the cliffhanger. It's been a while since I've looked into either of these shows, and I'm using Barbara from Batman Animated as reference so things will be a bit different from canon. Still, thanks for reading.

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