Sam drags Tucker into Danny’s apartment after they bid Danny good luck on his date. She ignores his protests of her nails hurting and and practically throws him into the living room before slamming the front door. Danny’s neighbor yells something but Sam can’t hear it over her anger.
“What the hell was that? He finally, finally! Goes on a date, and you’re face couldn’t look anymore sour then if you drank lime and pickle juice!”
“Come on Sam, even you have to admit that was an obvious catfish!” Tucker yells back while checking on his arm.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The guy he matched with doesn’t exist! At least not anymore! Don’t you remember the case! The guys name itself was a red flag!”
“I have no idea what you’re going on about.”
Tucker looked at her incredulously, “have you not listened to any of the true crime podcasts I’ve recommended on my blog?”
Sam crossed her arms and just starred at him.
“You haven’t even read my blog have you?”
“I’ve been busy,” Sam defended.
“We’re literally roommates you have not been busy!”
“It doesn’t matter,” Sam said putting her arms up in defeat, “what happened there connects to the guy our Danny is going on a date with?”
“Eight years ago Bruce Wayne adopted a boy. A son who likes everything listed on that guy’s profile. Pride and Prejudice, neapolitan ice cream, and favorite color green,” Tucker says as her takes out his phone and starts typing quickly.
“Okay?” Sam says, “what does that have to do with anything?”
“That boy died, four years ago, officially, in Ethiopia. I’ve seen the morgue papers myself. It’s one of the biggest cover ups this century. And his name was Jason Todd,” he turned his phone around to show a picture of a boy. And Sam paused. While this photo was of a teenage boy, it definitely was the same face as the profile Danny showed them a an hour ago. Just more baby fat.
“Holy fuck Danny’s in trouble.”
Breaking driving laws wasn’t something Sam did often in Gotham. Especially this close to night time but her friend was in trouble.
“They aren’t supposed to be at the restaurant for another twenty minutes. We could stake out on the roof-”
“-and risk a bat seeing us-” Sam interrupts.
“-They’ll understand when we tell them, they probably think Todd’s death is also fishy and wouldn’t like a man pretending to be him.”
Thankfully there was an apartment building across the street, with still attached fire escape. It still creaked though.
“Man I fucking hate this,” Tucker says, “how the hell do these not crumble under Batman or Red Hood’s weight fuck”
“Your idea,” Sam says, smirking at Tucker’s yeah I know.
Sitting at the roof’s edge wasn’t comfortable but anything for their friend, anything was worth it.
It was freezing but they didn’t have to wait long for the motorcycle that was as on the guy’s profile to park outside the restaurant.
Sam slapped Tucker’s arm to get him out of his phone and conspiracy boards, “he’s here.”
They watched as he set up the kickstand. The guy was as bulky as the photos were, so Tucker was thinking maybe Jason’s face photo shopped on the real guy’s body.
The guy took off his gloves and shoved them in his side bag. Before closing the bag back up he took out flowers, red spider lilies. Danny’s favorite.
“That’s actually sweet,” Tucker remarks then avoids Sam’s glare.
When the guy reaches for the strap of his helmet, Tucker gets his camera ready. But he doesn’t snap a picture because he’s frozen in shock.
Standing on that sidewalk was the same face from the profile. Only his green eyes glowed when in the flesh. Like Danny’s did.
“Holy shit,” Tucker says, “holy shit Jason Todd’s like Danny.”
“He’s like Danny,” Sam repeats in astonishment.
They both look at each other then start smiling, “he’s perfect!”
They started celebrating by hugging and jumping around, “Danny’s got a soulmate!”
They were shaking each other back and forth by their shoulders when they heard screaming from below.
“Sam! Tucker!” They turned to see Danny, holding the lilies in his hand, and Jason snickering behind him, “what the fuck guys!”