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Pedicide – the act of killing a child.
Filicide – the act of a parent killing their child.
Manslaughter - The act of accidentally killing another human
Suicide - intentional killing of ones self
Theriocide – the act of killing sentient animals, especially mammals.
Apotheosis - the glorification of a subject to divine levels.
On April 24th, 2019, a 14 year old boy was found dead in his parents basement. Death by electrocution, as it is officially stated on record, after a tragic accident in the lab of the doctors Fenton. An unfortunate happenstance that couldn't possibly have been avoided. That is what the official record states. Of course, the official record has never been something Jason trusted.
“It's probably just identity theft” Tim looked up from his laptop in the corner as he said it, a courtesy Jason didn't return. “Maybe” he sighed, reading through the document in front of him again. Apparently a kid had cashed in his government trust fund, two years after his death. “I don't know why you care” Tim continued, returning to his screen
Originally Jason hadden’t, had even been offended when Bruce handed him the file with instructions to ‘look into this’. However, the more he did look into it, the more he realised this wasn’t really about the trust fund at all. For whatever reason, the government has tampered with the records of a dead kid from a tiny town in illinois. Not small stuff eather, anything digital had been sanitised with the tell tale mark of some pretty heavy duty offices. No this wasn't about the money at all, Bruce wanted to know what the government was hiding and, the further Jason read into this, the more he kinda did too.
“There's just something about it.” Jason sighed in frustration, finally giving up on the pitifully thin folder after the fourth reread. “Kid dies tragically, two years back. Has an official burial and death record but the government never cancels his trust fund. Then two years later someone cashes it under his name with no problems, in Gotham, of all places.” Jason crossed his arms and pushed his chair back so it cockled on two legs, looking up at the ceiling. “It didn't even ping the police systems, just B’s” Tim looked up again at that “why does B have the system set to ping for identity theft?” he questioned, furrowing his brow. Jason shrugged “ he sponsors some of the trust accounts or something, I don't know. Point is, there won’t be any investigation into this at all from official channels so-”
“So B thinks someone is trying to draw as little attention to this as possible” Tim finished, to which Jason snapped his finger and pointed it at his younger brother “and that, replacement, is why I don't know why he didn't just give this to you”
Tim cocked a smile “maybe he’s hoping a blue collar investigation ’ll keep your fingers off triggers for a while”
“ProbablYA-” Jason was cut off as his chair lent to far back and took him with it, crashing into a heap on the floor and getting up with a grown. Tim snickerd, and went back to tacking on his keyboard.
On April 24th, 2019, a 14 year old boy was found dead in his parents basement. Death by electrocution, as it is officially stated on record, after a tragic accident in the lab of the doctors Fenton. An unfortunate happenstance that couldn't possibly have been avoided. That is what the official record states. Of course, the official record has never been something Jason trusted.
He knew better. He knew exactly how easy tampering with death records was.
Jason’s suspicions grew when he started to ask around. He’d ask 3 people and get 4 answers off the first 2. It seemed no one in Amity could agree on what happened that day, in the basement of Fenton works, not even if it had happened at all. Some would swear they’ve seen the dark haired boy on street corners or in coffee shops, others would sigh and recall watching the lid shut on his casket. How he died seemed up for debate too! It ranged from a lonely suicide, covered up by his ashamed parents to the kid taking his last breath in a crouded ambulanc.
This had all been put to bed two years ago. For all the towns chattering and gossiping, no police case had been opened and nothing out of the ordinary, as ordinary as the death of someone can be, had happened. A kid died, the family mourned and then moved on.
The only consistent thing was this: on the 24th of April, 2019, Daniel James Fenton was recorded as dead and was buried a week later in
St.Dominic’s
Churchyard.