The longer the Batfamily takes to find out Danny's previous identity, the funnier it'll be. Because we're setting up a situation where the Red Flags in this relationship are
Wes: Likes to stalk people, and go through their belongings, and take pictures of them while they're asleep. Top-notch investigative journalist, though.
Jason: Crime lord with a four-digit kill count. Makes really good food though, and GREAT with kids.
Danny: Seems to have grown up weirdly adjacent to Occultist shit, has three children who seem WAY too old to be his kids, has a sister who supposedly works as Arkham Asylum but they haven't met her, nothing comes up when you google his name that's older than five years ago, and puts maple fucking syrup in his coffee for some god forsaken reason. Though he's a fucking AMAZING mechanic. Like. Way too good to have been working in a garage mechanic's chop shop. Must have learned this somewhere. They do not know where.
Gives the opportunity for Danny to just drop fucking insane life lore outta nowhere.
"Ah. Reminds me of that time all the cardboard boxes in my town gained sentience and tried to rise up against their overlords."
"Ohhh, like the Ghost Prison riot."
"A hydraulic press? Yeah, used to have one of those in the basement."
"What do you mean I have to wear a hazmat suit to hang out near radioactive materials? I used to play with radioactive isotopes unsupervised all the time, and I turned out okay!"
"Hey, at least you don't have to fight your dinner again before you can eat it."
"Jason, what are 'safety goggles'?"
"Ah, Satan. I'm familiar. Kind of a dickhead though. Singed my eyebrows off."
