Perry

Jazz Fenton is in Paris to watch the Summer Olympics.
Jazz Fenton meets a cute girl in a coffee shop.
Surely these two things have nothing in common.

Vampires vs. Werewolves, a tale as old as time. Simple, factual. Until your girlfriend is turned.

Jazz is representing her charity at a gala. Little does she know her soulmate is there too.

An unexpected meet-cute with a woman at the laundromat leads to many, many blushes from Jazz. And a healthy dose of stuttering. Jazz just can't help herself.

Ciryc knew, deep in her core, that she was different. Perhaps she knew from the moment she was decanted, perhaps it was a slow realization. She honestly doesn’t recall when she first began to understand this piece of herself: “brother” did not fit her.

 

Every night since she had been decanted and assigned her bunk, Saffi had traced over the carved letters on her wall each night before falling asleep. She’d discovered them when making her bed, hidden by the mattress, a secret message just for her. Tra was here.

Maz saves who she can and Fay helps her find direction when she needs it.

"Oh, did you want to see Jason?" Robin couldn't hide the distaste in her tone. Wow, even in death or hallucinations, straight people were a disappointment. Jason had treated Chrissy like garbage, which Robin knew was how a lot of girls her age had been conditioned into accepting affection but--
"No, silly, I want to kill him," Chrissy giggled, her bouncing ponytail somehow still perfectly curled even in death.
Okay, Robin took it back. Undead Chrissy ruled.

or

Comes Back Wrong Chrissy Cunningham, and Robin Buckley? Well, she supports women's wrongs

The expression on General Kenobi’s face was sad. “We’ve been seeing more of this, the longer the war goes on. The troopers fall, but they don’t stay at rest.”

Tim Drake is already wired and tired enough as it is.

In which Jason is entirely too nonchalant about his boyfriend being a cryptid.