(This chapter is set during Terrors)
Jump City; September 16th; 17:48 CDT
[Y/n has been in his hideout for days, after receiving Roy's 'Thank you gift.' He has been reading over the same documents and news articles for nearly two weeks. Today was the day he would finally run his last few test.]
Y/n: (Reading) Isaak Smith, now known as the infamous Villain, The Fixer has been put behinds bars. The Fixer was know for his creation of several deadly weapons and suits in which he supplied to several villains from Star City, Gotham City, and even Metropolis. There has even been numerous reports that his inventions wandered into countries as far as Bialya. He has been convicted of several crimes including: Weapon trafficking, possession of a deadly weapon, possession of felons, theft, and assault. For reasons unknown, Isaak had turned both himself and his weapons in on B/D. (Birthdate) His court date has been issued for the first of this October. [Y/n closes the article before bringing up a separate page showing Isaak's profile as well as his own profile.]
[The similarities between them were evident, Hair color, skin color, eye color, overall in looks, they looked identical, with Y/n just looking like a younger version of Isaak. A bar popped up, loading up a DNA test of the two, this was his very a last test to see of this might be his father. He watches anxiously as the bar slowly completes. 50%. 65%. 78%. 89%. 95%. Complete. He looks at the screen, his eyes begin to water as he sees the bold and big text saying 98% Kindred. He hops out of his chair, smiling brightly.]
Y/n: I did it, I did it! I found him, I actually found him! [He prints out the results before rushing out of his hideout and out onto the bustling streets of Jump City.]
Star City; September 16th; 18:45 EDT
[The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows across the worn-out couch where a man, appearing to be in his mid-thirties to early forties, sits. His short, (H/C) hair is neatly styled, framed by a strong jawline that hints at determination and resilience. Despite the confines of the room, his muscular frame suggests a strength that surpasses his surroundings. Adorning his ankle, a conspicuous monitor serves as a constant reminder of his past transgressions. Suddenly, a knock echoes through the room, causing the man's eyebrows to furrow in curiosity. With a mixture of caution and anticipation, he rises from the couch, his heart beating a little faster. As he opens the door, a figure stands before him, hidden beneath a hoodie and a hat.]
???: Can I help you with something?
Y/n: O-Oh, uhm, yeah. I just had a couple of questions to ask you. [The man raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the figure before him.]
???: You the cops? [Y/n stammers, his voice portraying a mix of nervousness and urgency.]
Y/n: No, no! I-I don't know how to explain it. But I really gotta talk to you. [The man's expression softens slightly, a flicker of curiosity dancing in his eyes. However, he remains guarded, knowing all too well the consequences of trusting the wrong person.]
???: Look, I don't really know what you've got going on, but I'm not here for it. Have a nice day. [The man starts to close the door, but Y/n's words stop him in his tracks. His eyes widen, disbelief etched across his face as he turns to face Y/n.]
Y/n: You're Isaak Smith, formerly known as the Fixer. You were an ingenious inventor, involved in the creation, theft, and distribution of weapons and suits to countless villains. Despite your crimes, which included assault, you never took a life. Then, on a particular day, (B/D), you turned yourself in to the police for reasons unknown. But it was because you had a child, wasn't it?
