Youngest adoptee!Danny (Alt ver)
Same concept of finding out ur adopted family isn’t normal but different approach:
“Uh… Jason, can you get my screwdriver…?” Danny hesitantly asked the older male as he tinkered about on his new invention. “I— uh… Sorry, I’m a bit preoccupied right now.”
Jason looked up from the couch (which was conveniently placed in a second workshop Bruce had specifically for his new ward, since, you know, the kid’s by all means just a normal teenager. He doesn’t even know their double life.) And shrugged, “sure, kid. Where’s it?”
“My room, just on the desk, I think. I used it last night.”
“You tinkered with your stuff in your room? At night?”
“…please don’t snitch on Mr.Wayne”
“Stop doing that, then.”
“*sigh* dully noted..”
Jason languidly made his way to Danny’s room, clicking the door lock open. He flicked the lights on to see his brother’s room; filled and decorated with stars and all things space. The younger male was definitely better at keeping things clean and tidy, that’s for sure. Despite the various small inventions, books, and papers on the desk, his room was definitely tidy in a way.
He peered his eyes to the desk beside Danny’s bed to see the very object he was looking for….and knocking it off the moment he wanted to grab it, great.
The thing rolled down the bed, causing Jason to inwardly groan on the fact that now he had to crouch down to reach for the screw driver.
He huffed and looked down to the bed, fully expecting to see the screw driver down there… Only to have his sight blocked by a news article.
He blinked, before squinting his eyes at the piece of paper, trying to read what’s inside of it.
‘Jason Todd pronounced dead by billionaire play boy Bruce Wayne.’
His eyes snap open as he immediately sat up. “What the hell…” He muttered as he eyed the bed suspiciously.
Jason hauled himself up, before prying the bed out of the frame and flipping it so that it leaned into the wall beside it and—
—"What the fuck?“
Danny thanked Alfred happily as the butler handed him his share of Dinner; it’s a full table today, something quite rare within their hectic schedule.
He eats the dinner comfortably as his siblings chatter away… except for Jason who has been staring at him for the past 15 minutes.
"Todd, it’s rude to stare.” Damian chastised, to his rescue as always.
Jason seems to snap out of whatever trance he was in, before leaning back to his chair.
“You know, don’t you?”
As if a pin dropped, the room became suffocatingly silent; everyone’s tense from that one sentence alone, while Danny merely blinked in surprise.
“Damn, you saw my conspiracy board, huh?”
