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─ ⋅ The tragic events of April ⋅ ─
Summary; Jason falls into an alternate universe, after dying for a second time, where Bruce never became batman because his parents never died | The tragic events of April 27th - Jason’s death date (Inspired by the song, Tragic events of September, from the album Evelyn Evelyn)
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⋅ ─ Prologue; The tragic events of September…
Summary; September 1999 - Dr. Thomas Wayne finds a teenage boy, covered in dirt, and rubble as the boy stumbles around… | Jason’s universe was set in 2025 (so he was born in 2007) / Dick, and Tim were born earlier in this timeline.
| Ages; Thomas Wayne, 52 - Martha Wayne, 48 - Bruce, 24 - Jason, 17 - Dick, 10 - Tim, 3 |
Dr. Thomas Wayne, a husband, father, grandfather, a gunshot survivor, billionaire, a doctor, a man of many titles - he was one of the top doctors in the whole of the United States, if not the whole of the north American continent. Compassionate, kind, loving - he was described as the model man, on the front of almost every local newspaper for either saving a life, or for one of his many philanthropy exploits.
Thomas was shocked when he saw Jim Gordon, a close friend of his, rush in with other officers along with paramedic staff - holding a young boy, looking no older than a teenager, he followed them getting the information. The teen had been found next to an open gravesite which looked as if it had been crawled out of… with damage of the coffin coming from the inside, while the boy had bloodied knuckles, and dirtied hands. It prosed many questions, especially with the young boys age, it didn’t seem like some form of mob hit or gang related… at least they hoped.
The teenaged boy was out into testing imediently, bloods, ECG, and an MRI were all done while he was still comatose, with nurses adding sedatives to ensure he stay in that state until tests were complete as they were unaware of the boy’s temperament, along with the presumption of PTSD due to the types of scaring along his body…
As well as, with a ‘Y’ shaped stitching along the torso which needed to be re done. That one scar alone sent all the doctors in the room ill at the sight, it was the same scarring someone would see on an autopsy patient, and clearly, this boy was very much alive.
They looked over all the boy’s scars, and scans to find he was missing multiple organs…
John Doe, hospital records;
John Doe - Aged between 15 and 17 - found next to a grave site
John Doe, was found on the 30th of April, 1999 (12;07 pm) - unconscious, seemingly comatose, next to an open gravesite in which the grave seemed as if it had been clawed or broken from the inside. The one, John Doe, had been found with bloodied knuckles, and dirt covering their hands, and their nails filed from what appeared to be scratching, while the tips of their fingers faced small friction burns, and bloodied bruising.
In hospital, scans revealed to have been missing multiple of their internal organs. The ones missing were found were as such; the appendix, the left lung, and his right kidney. Along with missing two fingers on their right hand. (See pictures attached)
John Doe is yet to wake, and will be questioned by, one, police Commissioner J. Gordon.
(2;45 pm)
Thomas ran over into the room as he heard the buzzer go in room 249, the room of John Doe. He opened the door in a quick succession. Seeing the man, John Doe flinches holding up his arm to his face in fear before Thomas held his hands up in surrender.
“Hello, don’t worry! I’m Dr. Thomas Wayne, the lead practitioner here at Gotham central hospital… I am here to help, don’t worry”
The boy looked so, so scared…
Thomas began to edge closer, holding a blank notebook as he began to start with his questions;
“Hello, as I said, I am Dr. Thomas Wayne. Can you talk?”
“Ah…” the boy made a small squeak as he tried to speak… ultimately shaking his head, unable to fully articulate himself. Thomas handed the young boy the notebook.
“Ok, how much of my voice can you hear, do you think you can hear me properly”
‘yes’
“Alright good, can you tell me your name, please?”
‘Jason’
“Last name?”
‘no’ the boy- Jason, hangs his head low, clearly lying as he begins to shake again, ever so slightly, making Thomas hold his hand out, placing it onto the boy’s hand in comfort.
“Alright, sweetheart, don’t worry… can you tell me why you don’t have erm… why you don’t have certain organs”
‘Pyg cut them, for Clown… Clown took them’
“Clown?” Thomas asked, in shock, and the boy just pointed at the word again.
“Right… did the clown cut off”
‘No trainer took fingers’ he wrote as Thomas’ eyes continue to go wider… he truly didn’t believe they could get any wider as the boy continued to write.
‘It’s ok, accident’ he wrote, making Thomas really concerned, because what kind of ‘training’ leads to the ‘accidental’ amputation of two fingers…
He was so angry, how dare anyone hurt this poor boy.
Jason’s eyes begin to well up with tears, rapidly shaking more and more, as Thomas holds out a hand, which Jason nervously takes;
“Hey, don’t worry sweetheart… hey, you’re ok now, I promise, nobody is going to harm you ever again”
‘Thank you, I can fight now, protect… but I have no home. I can protect and cook. I stay with you?’ he writes, his eyes welling up with tears… before imediently ripping the page out, looking around erratically and stuffing it in his mouth; in an attempt too hide it from the doctor (who did see it).
“Hey, kid, no, please, please spit that out… can you just- you can, my dear. It’d be better to monitor you if you are in a safe house. I don’t want you to get hospitalised paranoia if you already have PTSD…” Thomas says, worried if this is how the teen is acting about housing, he must be so worried… maybe it was human trafficking? Oh, this poor baby…
“Shh, it’s ok, don’t worry” he says, gentle, while wiping Jason’s tears - is this the only affection this boy has ever had? He seems so… nervous, but so hopeful.
Breaking Thomas’ heart, he tells Jason that he needs to run some tests on his blood, making the boy flinch before he can explain that they already took a small amount - leaving the room he calls Bruce.
“Hey son, I need you to come down to the hospital… bring your mother” ‘…’ “mhm” ‘…’ “yeah, the case I messaged you about… Jason” ‘…’ “Yeah, the kids will be ok” ‘…’ “yeah no, probably a good thing to be honest… I think its human trafficking so- maybe there were other kids? Might help, he’s very skittish though” ‘…’ “Alright, love you too, bye” ‘…’ “Bye”
Bruce arrived around twenty minutes later, with Dick and Tim in tow as Martha stays with Alfred to park the car. They stopped by to get Jason a small gift before hand on Martha’s suggestion the same way they had with Dick when he first joined them, and again with Tim. A plushie.
“Ok, remember you need to be good, and maybe a bit quieter as the boy is very scared right now, ok?”
“Ok, Tati, don’t worry we’ll be good”
“Mm, good” Tim mumbles, holding onto his dad’s shirt collar overwhelmed by all the people.
“Don’t worry, dear, we’ll be going somewhere quieter” Bruce comforts, as Tim nods the man gives him a small kiss on the cheek.
The group arrive at the room where Thomas is waiting outside, he greets them before opening the door, “Hey Jay, this is my family I was telling you about” he smiles as Jason looks over.
He stays silent, scribbling something, as Dick runs over while Bruce puts Tim down, who promptly follows,
“Hello, my names Dick, this is my baby brother Tim” he beams, while Jason gives him a quick, tired smile before turning around his note pad.
‘Hi, my name’s Jason, I can’t talk right now but it’s nice to meet you’
“Nice to meet you, too” Tim smiles, before remembering “Oh yeah, this is for you! Both me and Dickie got plushies when we became part of the family, so here’s yours”
“Oh boys, I don’t know yet, we’ve only just met Jay, and he needs to be in hospital for a little while anyways,”
“Huh, that didn’t stop dad with me, he picked me up day of” Dick questions, a false innocence in his face as Jason lets out a breathy laugh - still unable to make full noise.
“Dick, that’s different” Bruce says, trying to hold in his laughter,
“How? Jay, do you have parents… actually that doesn’t matter, because it didn’t with Tim either.”
Now Bruce chuckles, along with Thomas who can’t hold it in much longer, before Dick continues,
“Are you in the market for two adorable little brothers” he says, looking up at Jay with wide puppy-dog eyes, as Tim looks confused, “Tim, do the face” he stage-whispers to the younger who imediently snaps into the same adorable baby face.
‘I mean I can’t say no to that…’ Jason writes, still laughing, as he shows the boys.
“Yay, new big brother” Tim smiles, trying to climb on the bed, which Jason assists. The younger boy gives Jason a hug which Thomas thinks startles the boy… he isn’t sure as in a matter of seconds he is holding the small boy like a protective lioness with a cub. Tim leans on Jason which does worry him as the teen doesn’t have many organs… which may hurt.
“Tim, dear, maybe don’t lean on jay, he is poorly” Thomas explains, as the young boy’s eyes go wide
“Sorry”
‘It’s ok, not hurt, we can cuddle’ Jason writes, seeming to not want to let Tim go as Martha and Alfred finally walk in.
“Sorry, love, couldn’t find the room. Hello, you must be Jason, I’m Martha, Thomas’ wife. This is Alfred, our butler”
“Hello, sir, it is nice to make your acquaintance” Alfred says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he makes sure to stay in a gentle tone, knowing his accent is naturally harsh to those not used to it.
“Hi, Alfie, Jays our new brother”
“Oh my” Alfred chuckles, “we only leave them for a moment”
Martha sighs, “Bruce?”
“It wasn’t me” he says defensively, after getting Tim his parents joked that he had a ‘adoption problem’ which turned into a family joke after Bruce also tried to take in Lex’s child, Conner, saying that there was ‘no way he was fit for a small child to be in his care’.
Obviously, that didn’t happen, and Tim and Conner regularly have playdates… turns out being evil doesn’t stop someone from being a dad…
“Hm, must be an inherited trait” Martha muses, jokingly with Alfred making the man chuckle slightly while the younger boys continue to pester Jason with questions, which the boy seems to be happy to answer. Maybe Tommy was right, he just needed some other kids around to be more comfortable…