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Look, Jason didn’t know why he was doing this. This, being using the Batcomputer to search for any blood relatives he may have. Because the last time he had tried to find a blood relative had turned out so well. But here he was, running his blood across global databases, searching for any familial match. He wasn’t expecting much, considering Willis and Sheila were dead and deadbeats, but maybe he was hoping for some small connection to someone who was at least a semi-decent person. What did surprise him, though, was a 50% match and a 33% match that pinged from a New York hospital database. Jason paused, before isolating the matches from the database, and re-running them against his blood.
Because there was no way he had a 50% match rate with someone in New York. Neither Willis or Sheila had ever been to New York; he was sure that Willis never left Gotham, and he had checked Sheila’s history when searching for her and out of everywhere she had travelled, New York had not been one of those places. But a 50% match was always either parent-child match, or a full sibling match. And if neither Sheila nor Willis had been to New York, it couldn’t have been either of those options. And he was almost certain that he didn’t have any children.
When the tests came up with the same match, 50% and 33%, Jason sighed. Well, he had found what he was looking for. He had no clue what he was going to do with this information, but he had it now. He closed everything, erasing his search history and deleting the traces of the blood analysis, before shutting down the Batcomputer. It was nearly time for patrol to begin, and he didn’t fancy seeing any Bats tonight. He may slowly be reintegrating into the family again, but Batman still made things green often, and he was already feeling very trigger happy.
Two weeks later, Jason had found as much information on the blood matches as he could without asking Barbie or the Replacement for help.
The 33% match was a boy names Perseus Jackson. Son of Sally Jackson and an unknown father. Currently 13, with green eyes and black hair. Had been expelled from 6 different schools – which was actually kind of impressive considering each expulsion had been for different reasons; Jason’s favourite was the exploded school bus, because he always appreciated a good explosion. Diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD. Had been listed as a terrorist over the summer, at the same time as his mom had been kidnapped, and was credited with exploding the Gateway Arch – and Jason was again impressed by the explosions this kid was apparently capable of – amongst other things, before finally being found to have been kidnapped and running away from said kidnapper after being in a gun fight with said kidnapper on a beach in Los Angelos. A skateboarder, and good at it based on some clips Jason had found of him at some skateparks.
The 50% match belonged to a woman named Sally Jackson. Dark brown hair and brown eyes, suggesting Perseus’ eye colour came from the unknown father. An aspiring author who worked at a sweet shop. Had just turned 37. Had gone missing last summer, with the resolved report listing her as kidnapped with suspected involvement from her husband; Jason had had to stop for a while after that, the green filling his vision refusing to go away until he had destroyed one of his boxing bags in his spare room. Dead parents, who died in a plane crash when she was a child, and her uncle who had raised her was also dead. She was a high-school dropout, dropping out when her uncle became sick, and had gotten her GED at 25. Current husband listed as missing, not long enough to be presumed dead, and had moved house shortly after listing the missing persons report. She had been pregnant twice, once at 17 and again at 23, both sons and both with father listed as unknown. The first son had been given up for adoption, not surprising considering her age at the time and lack of family support, while the second son had been kept. There were no records of a relationship around the time first time she had been pregnant, indicating possible force or unwanted pregnancy and she did not have access to abortion or other medical insurance at that time. There were records of a relationship around the start of the second pregnancy, suggesting she knew the father of her second son and yet still listed him as unknown.
The fact that Sally Jackson’s first birth lined up with Jason’s birthdate was not a fun discovery. He had been sure that Sheila had been his biological mother. Further investigation, both online and as Red Hood, had him discover that Sheila had technically adopted him after Willis took custody, and forged a birth certificate listing him as Sheila and Willis’ son, before leaving him high and dry with Willis not even a year later. He didn’t know how he had ended up with Willis claiming custody, when his original birth certificate had father listed as unknown, but all the tests he took confirmed that he was, unfortunately, related to Willis.
So, apparently his biological mother was alive still. And she seemed like a decent person. Plus, he already liked Perseus just from the amount of explosions and trouble he got into, even if he had loved school while the kid seemed to despise it. What was another younger brother? Couldn’t be worse than the Demon Spawn.
Third time’s the charm, right?
He should really tell someone where he’s going, considering the last time he ran off to find his blood-mother. But honestly, he didn’t really want to share this with anyone. Bruce and Dickhead would worry, or try and stalk him or his probably-family, or both. Or even try to come with him. Which. No. Replacement probably wouldn’t care, or would stick multiple trackers on him. The Demon Spawn would likely just insult him or something. Barbie was busy, but would somehow make time to stalk him the whole time. Alfred … Alfie would worry and stress bake. Maybe he should let Alfie know where he was going. Definitely not why. But where. It wasn’t like it would be unusual, he left Gotham every now and then for various reasons anyway, and Alfie always appreciated knowing if he would be in the city or not. Yeah, he’d shoot Alfie a message before leaving.
It took another week for Jason to psych himself up enough for a trip to New York, and another week to make sure everything with the Alley would be fine and continue running without him for a weekend. But soon enough, Jason had sent a message to Alfie about his trip to New York and packed for a weekend trip, the few things he had decided to bring packed in one of the side cases of his bike. Everyday helmet on, rather than his Red Hood one, he got on his bike and roared out of Gotham.
The drive took him just under two and a half hours. He had inputted the address he had found for the Jackson’s new house into his GPS before he left, so it wasn’t hard to find where he was going. He found an alleyway close to the apartment building he wanted and parked his bike. He slipped his helmet off, placing it in his top box, before pulling off his biking gear – jacket and pants – and putting them in his other side bag. His keys were slipped into his pocket and his security measures for his bike turned on, before he headed towards the apartment building. It wasn’t one that needed to scan people up, so he headed towards the stairs. He made it to the second floor and wandered down the hall, scanning for the right apartment number. Once he found it, he took a deep breath before knocking. It took a moment before the door was opened, a black haired green eyed teenage boy peering through the gap.
“Can I help you?” asked the boy, likely Perseus if Jason had found the right address.
“Is this the Jackson residence?” The boy eyed him for a moment, before nodding.
“Yeah. Can I help you?” Jason let out a deep breath. He was a vigilante, a crime lord. He fought Rogues and common criminals every night. He could do this.
“I’m looking for Sally Jackson. I think I might be her son.”