Aidan R. Hunter (Jason Todd) (cinerismaneo) wrote in sog_ic, @ 2012-10-14 15:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | old - jason todd |
Narrative: These bars will not hold. The latch is sprung.
Who: Aidan Hunter
NPCs: Willis Todd [Prisoner # 586452 – Blackgate Prison]
Where: Blackgate Prison, Gotham PD Forensics Lab
When: October 8th, 2012, Soon after this. [backdated]
What: Aidan pays a visit to the dad he doesn’t remember, aka more detective work
Rating: PG
Aidan had to know, to confirm the mental images or cast them off as some sort of delusion. So, he was going to throw his weight around and be a ‘detective’. Flashing his Gotham PD credentials, the CSI made is way into the prison and to a visiting/interrogation room.
He had already given the administrator and guards the number and name of the prisoner he wished to see – Willis Todd aka Prisoner #586452. Aidan pulled back a chair before setting out his notepad and pencil on the table. He then reached into his jacket and pulled out an evidence bag and a long stemmed cotton swab with a plastic latching cover. Soon sitting down, he flipped open his notebook and waited.
Nerves were slowly coming on edge only to lie back down. Why should he get keyed up about this? Just act like Bristol – detective cold and professional.
Then the door opened and a fully-shackled (ankle, belt, and wrist cuffed) forty-two year old dressed in prison blues came walking in. Willis Todd was a criminal through and through - armed robbery, assault, the list went on and on. But none of included any sort of domestic violence. Lucky for him.
Aidan looked up at Willis, not bothering to stand, and then nodded to the guard before the door was closed and locked.
Willis looked at Aidan without any sort of recognition. Just another cop. He wondered what else they had found to pin on him since he was incarcerated eight years ago. “So, what is it this time? Mysteriously find something that ties me to something years ago?” he lightly snarled as he made his way over the chair on the opposite side of the table.
The young CSI kept a cold and calm exterior as he watched and listened to Willis. Then he decided to just start off with a verbal punch. It was logical to assume Willis had been notified of his son’s death six years ago. ‘Lost at sea’.
“I’ll get to the point, Mr. Todd. We think we’ve found your son’s remains.” Aidan spoke as he leaned in slightly, propping his elbows on the table as he flipped a page or two of his notepad.
Willis stilled, his expression slowly losing that hardened edge. He had been in this prison, in a room much like this. Word had come down from someone somewhere. Jason Todd had been officially declared dead – death certificate and all but no body. Had Willis known what his wife had done to the boy years before that fateful day? And yet he hadn’t really wanted the kid truth be told. Jason was a mistake, a conveniently forgotten birth control pill or impatient slut of his mother.
“Really?” he finally and simply replied.
Aidan blinked and nodded. So it seemed either Willis didn’t give a shit about his son or was putting up a front. It didn’t matter. He was going to get what he came for. “Really. We need a sample of your DNA to confirm. I’d like to take a swab of cells from the inside of your cheek.” It was professional at first, and then a dose of kindness. “…so we can put Jason to rest.” Saying the name ‘Jason’ left a iron-tanged taste in Aidan’s mouth.
“Fine,” Willis lightly barked. “Let’s get on with it. No idea how that little shit got lost at sea.”
Okay. Aidan thought at Willis’ comment about his son. Maybe it had been a good thing the kid’s father was locked away. He opened the plastic cover and pushed the swab out.
Willis leaned in and opened his mouth. Aidan leaned in as well and carefully stuck the swab in the prisoner’s mouth and rubbed the cotton tip against a cheek and brought it out. Leaning back he pulled the cover over the swab and latched it shut before slipping it into the evidence bag.
“Thank you, Mr. Todd.” Aidan spoke.
Willis shrugged, his light eyes looking Aidan’s face over a bit. Mere curiosity? Disdain? Who knew.
Aidan gently gathered his things, stood, and went to the door. A knock and the guard let him out. Back to the lab. His curiosity had to be quenched.
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Aidan slipped back into GPD and pulled a brown paper bag covered box from his locker. From there he took it to the lab and unpacked it. It was a DNA paternity test that had to be shipped off for results. The young man followed the directions, taking great care with the cheek swab from Willis Todd. Once he had deposited the cotton swab tip in the “Father” vial, Aidan swabbed the inside of his own cheek with a free swab and placed the tip in the “Child” vial. Packaging the test back up, he slipped it into a box and slapped a shipping label on it.
In a week he will know. One long week.