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Now, Tim couldn't really tell you what exactly led him to this ... situation, but he's currently tied to an uncomfortable metal chair that is connected to a odd machine he Does NOT like the look of. Tim would say fuck it and get the hell out of here, but he wasn't the only one kidnapped and he's dressed as a civilian. Sat 2 feet away, in his own equally awful, possibly deadly chair is prime adoption bait, which is probably why the poor kid was snatched with Tim. Seriously, the kid could be a secret Drake relative with how well his build and complexion matches Tim's. He's been as snarky as a Robin the entire time he's been conscious too.
"- And for every hour you don't send the money, I'll hurt them." The no name criminal threatens, waving some cheap smartphone. Tim only really knows WE phones or the newest shit from his competitors, the out of date and shitty phones get deleted from his memory, so he has no idea what he's looking at.
"Can't I just wire you the ransom? I have the money And have plans for tonight that didn't involve this bullshit." Tim says as bratty as possible.
"I don't have either of those things, but I wanted to nap before going to my second job." The kid adds his 2 cents. Tim whips his head around to look at the kid.
"Wait! Second job? How old are you? Shouldn't you be in school?"
"High school doesn't pay the bills and I rather live in my shady apartment than the streets." The kid simply shrugs in a 'what can you do?' way.
"Dude-" Tim tries to voice his concern, but is cut off by McDouchebag.
"Enough!" The asshole jabs a button turning on a machine. A short, but powerful electric shock is sent through both the hostages. They have very different, but similarly intense reactions. Tim yelps before breaking into Joker-like unhinged laughter while the kid screams bloody murder for the entire time of the shock and becoming catatonic once it stops. The villain is completely spooked by their responses, but figures it's a good ending for his ransom video and sends it off to Bruce's "public number". It's a number that only takes text messages that are fed through a program on the batcomputer that divides them into different categories, and hostage/ransom messages are flagged and an alert is sent out. It takes less than fifteen minutes for Bruce and Damian to break into the building. Bruce beats the dingleberry unconscious while a freaked out Robin disables the machine and unties Tim and the teen.
"Dr-Drake?"
Tim fumbles for the emergency medications he keeps on his person in case something like this happens. He manages to speak while choking on his laughter. ": It's- HA It's fine- HA HA HA It happens some- HA HA- Sometimes when-when-HA HA- I'm Sh-shocked-HA HA HA- How's the-HA-the kid?"
"I-I don't know. He's unresponsive and I'm not sure if I should touch him..." Damian fidgets when Tim shoots a look at him. "His eyes are glowing green.."
Tim shakily moves to see and the kid's eyes are glowing similar to how Jason's eyes do during a pit rage episode, just slightly more neon. "Oh! HA HA Guess he-HA- he's coming with us-HA HA HA- he's coming with us now- HA!"
Tim leans closer when he realizes the kid is mumbling, trying to hear him over his own involuntary noise. "I'm not dead. I'm not dead. I'm alive. I'm not dead. I'm not dead. I'm not a monster. I'm alive. I'm still Danny. I'm not dead. I'm still Danny. I'm not dead.-"
"That's HA concerning Hehe!"
"Indeed. I shall inform the others to expect a guest." Damian says, eyeing Tim warily before walking a short distance away. Clearly trusting Tim to get through to "Danny", and luckily, his meds are starting to kick in and his laughter is winding down.
"Danny-hehehe- Danny can you hear me? Hehe!" Tim calls out and winces when the kid's teeth click from how hard his mouth snaps shut. Awareness starts bleeding into him.
"W-what?"
"We're hehe electric shock buddies hehe!" Tim lightly jokes as Danny's bright glowing eyes lock onto Tim's still painfully smiling face, "I hate hehehe electrocution."
Danny tugs up his left sleeve to show off slightly glowing Lichtenberg scarring with a soul deep exhaustion. "Electrocution sucks. Have some major ptsd dealing with it..."
"God, me too. Heh Electroshock therapy with the Joker is a zero out of ten, would not recommend heh!" Tim chortles.
Danny makes a face. "Ew, clowns."
"HA! MOOD!"
Batman approaches them with louder than normal steps and from an angle that both Tim and the teen can see him coming from, "Do you have any family I can drop you with?"
"Eeeh... no? I got disowned by my parents last year and my sister hasn't moved out and started college just yet, but it's fine, I'll be fine, I was just telling..." Danny blinks and looks towards Tim. "I just realized I don't know your name?"
"Tim- heh Tim Drake."
"Oh! You're that teen CEO! No wonder they kidnapped you. I'm guessing my shitty luck is why I got snatched too." Danny guffaws. Damian follows Bruce's example as he comes back from talking to the rest of the Batfam, visible and loud.
"That, and you look like you could be one of my adopted siblings." Tim informs him, before fishing for the rest of Danny's name. "What's your name by the way?"
"Danny..." Danny looks like he's debating on if he's going to give his last name or not before frowning at no one in particular. "Just Danny."
Tim stares Bruce down while clearly addressing Danny. "How would you like to be a Drake or Wayne or both? We're trauma buddies now."
Danny looking between Tim and Bruce, confusion rolling off him in waves. "Uuh? What?"
Tim starts grinning as soon as Bruce looks defeated, and absolutely beaming at Danny. "B adopts every sad orphan with blue eyes or black hair, do you happen to be a vigilante? He speed runs the adoption process with the vigilante types."
Danny stares with wide bewildered eyes, "Uuuuh, I mean, I used to be something like that in my hometown??? I'm technically retired so I can keep a roof over my head???"
Tim's grin is even wider at that knowledge. "Cool, I'm Red Robin."
"TIM!" Bruce scolds and is ignored.
"How old are you?"
Danny looks like he's mentally flailing as he answers, "I- I turn 17 next month?"
Tim nods and turns to Bruce. "I'm pulling a you. He's mine now. Danny, you're a Drake now. Clown hating, electricity trauma bonded vigilantes who really need a nap got to stick together."
Damian frowns in concern. "Father, I believe Drake is having a manic episode."
Tim blows a raspberry at Damian. "Shut your mouth, demon brat. I forcefully adopted Bruce and Jason, I can forcefully adopt a little brother if I want."
Danny looking intrigued, but also so done with the day. "Do I get a say?"
Tim beams, "No. Now, do you have any food restrictions?"
Tim manically babbles to Danny, pulling more and more of the kid's shitty life out of him. Bruce shepherds them to the batmobile with tired dad energy and drops them off in front of the Manor. The man knows better than to try to change Tim's mind on this because he wasn't lying about the forced adoption, but no one believes Bruce when he brings it up. Tim thinks it's funny.