Aidan R. Hunter (Jason Todd) (cinerismaneo) wrote in sog_ic, @ 2012-10-22 10:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | old - jason todd |
Narrative - The light casts shadowy bars..
Who: Aidan Hunter
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Where: Gotham PD Forensics Lab
When: October 19th, 2012 [backdated]
What: Aidan finds out who his biological father is…and in essence who he was born
Rating: PG
It had been over a week since Aidan had sent off the DNA samples to the paternity company he had found to test the cheek swabs. He didn’t have the technology in the forensics lab to do it. They always farmed that sort of thing out. Besides, Aidan didn’t want to attract too much attention.
As he walked out of the lab to his small desk just next door, he spotted a flat document envelope in his ‘in’ box. Aidan took long strides over to the desk and looked down at the envelope. It was the results. A shiver went down his spine nearly making him shutter. Why was he so scared? The truth was that. Taking a deep breath, Aidan snatched it up and slipped into the lab area proper. Then he sneaked into the nearly antique dark room. A tube like step-space with a wall that slid around to keep any light from getting in, Aidan rotated it and stepped into the darkness. He spent a good bit of time in this room before. But no one else seemed to. Finding the pull for the developing red bulb, Aidan turned on the light and immediately began to open the envelope.
With everything bathed in a red light, Aidan soon pulled a stapled set of printouts. He leaned against a counter edge as he read the data despite the bold black results at the top. The young CSI had to be thorough. In summary, Willis Todd’s DNA was 99.9% match as the paternal biological parent to Aidan’s DNA.
Blinking, Aidan ran Willis’ personal data through his head – remembering what he had found. One child, boy, Jason Todd...deceased – lost at sea. There was no other offspring.
How? Aidan thought to himself as he read the results again. DNA didn’t lie. He was the right age to be Willis’ one and only son – Jason. He couldn’t remember his life before waking up in that hospital. Not yet.
“I’m...Jason...Todd?” he asked himself out loud. His confused and somewhat pained expression was flattened by the harsh red light in the otherwise dark room. Aidan gripped the edges of the counter he leaned against, the paperwork wrinkling in his grip. “I’m Jason...Todd,” Aidan spoke again…more as a cautious statement.
Then the red light bulb crackled and popped – turning the room from crimson to darkness. Aidan flinched and found his way out of the room and into the harsh fluorescent light of the forensic lab.