🐇Who Framed My Rabbit Daddy🐇: Jasper Rabbit x Y/n Valiant

🐇Prologue- Beginning of Valiant🐇

Sour puss, no laughs, frownsalot and no toons ever... Just my luck in life I guess being my old man's little gal.

Oh, whom am I? You're all wondering, huh? Well......... The name is Valiant, Y/n Valiant. I'm twenty five now and I'm a well-known toon detective just like my pop until my uncle was murdered by a toon.

Pops and I fought like cats and dogs when pops told me that we'd not longer be working for the toons for five years of my life, I hated it!

I LOVE THE TOONS!

So, I left the office that held my pops, uncle's and my own name on the office's door to live with my step mom Dolores for a bit before renting out my own office in my old building began working for toons no matter what.

I went to the Ink & Paint club now and then to see Betty and mix drinks as well moonlight as a singer since I was twenty at least til one R.K. Maroon called for Valiant up to the studio where I met one of my favorite toons, Roger Rabbit himself again and my old man after five long years.

Oh boy, what mess have I gotten into now?

But we're not there yet just yet so, Lights........Music........Booze........Teasing..........Toons..........It's Showtime.....

It was right before the Ink & Paint Club opened up for another night, the toons whom staffed the club, performed there and more filled up the building while a short red headed handsome young man clothed in red sequin tux with a set light plum purple gloves on his hand sat beside an older woman version of the young man but sultry beautiful. This woman was the seductive toon woman herself; Jessica Rabbit and her son was the one and only Jasper Rabbit. The pair sat down at a table as the crows from Dumbo began playing music throughout the club nothing new until the man's human ears shifted into long red furred rabbit ears perking up as he heard a classic film noir voice singing out.

???: As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left
'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone~

The sounds of heels clicked against the stages floor as the curtains separate to reveal a young woman the same age as the red headed man. This woman wearing a deep red flapper dress decorated with black and white beading, her (short/medium/long) hair with a black beaded hair band, her voluptuous lips were painted a shiny ruby red, her e/c eyes held a light gray smokey eyeshadow style.