Night-Shots (Oneshots)

Sun turned Moon - BirdFlash - TalonDick. [Unfinished]

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Jason doesn't die, Richard does. Robin Dick get's taken by the Court of Owl's when he's sixteen. Batman doesn't save him and instead, Talon Dick brings down the court of owls once he completes his training. 

He heads towards the manor, still dressed as the courts precious Gray Son. He stops on a rooftop, noticing the dark knight in the distance but what makes him halt is the bright colours flying beside him. 

Dick turns a little mad. He fear's the court had done more damage to him mentally than he first thought. He had thought he had protected his sanity as much as possible. His memories and his personality. He assumes that when he died, he lost the walls he had built to protect himself. 

At first he assumes that maybe it's all a bad dream. He'd be wake from the cold coffins within the court and be awaken for a mission again. But he doesn't wake up. He sneaks to the rooftops every night for a whole week. Seeing the same colours, HIS family colours, HIS name being used. 

Dick knows why Batman couldn't save him. He's reasonable to understand that the court was sneaky, sly and a mere nursery rhyme for most. He knows Batman wouldn't avenge him, it's against his code and that's why Dick killed them instead, stopping anymore Talon's from being created. 

But he's never been in so much pain as he relies that Batman, Bruce, had moved on and merely chosen a new son to replace him. That he created a copy of the boy he used to be. 

Talon ends up at the manor after patrol would have been done. Dressed in stolen clothes and merely looking around his once locked bedroom. His golden eyes shining in the dark, letting him have perfect version in the night. 

He starts to leave, having only taken his stuffed elephant teddy with him, knowing he can't take too much without risk of the others learning he had lived. That he was alive and being tortured and trained to become a monster this whole time why they played happy family. 

He was stopped under his favourite chandelier, Alfred standing in waiting. No one could ever sneak past the aging butler. Alfred had escorted him towards the kitchen and made some Earl Gray, his favourite in every universe. No questions were asked but a mere promise that the manor could be, WAS, still a home to the nineteen year old lad. That the now seventeen year old teen, his brother, wasn't a replacement but a brother. 

Dick left, no evidence apart from a washed up mug that had always been his favourite. Alfred had spoken to Bruce, he wouldn't have kept such a secret over the lost son being alive and in Gotham. 

Batman found Dick, sat on his favourite rooftop the next night. He, unlike Alfred, had asked all the questions. Wanted to run tests. Wanted to find a way to undo it all. But he couldn't remove the blood staining his son's hands. He couldn't hide the look that filled his expression once he had learnt what his oldest had done. The look that had screamed "Monster", "Criminal" and worse .. afraid and stranger. 

Dick had left. He knew in that single moment that Bruce had allowed Batman to take over in his thoughts, that he'd never be trusted by the man again. He might be accepted, retrained but .. wasn't that what the Owls had done to him. Retrained him to be their perfect Gray Son, expected him to follow orders and be their loyal weapon. 

Dick had lost enough of his free will to not walk down the same path for a man who had lost trust in him. 

Wally ends up waking up to a dead friend on his sofa in his shitty apartment and well, after finding his fridge filled with his favourites .. the rest is history.