What I've Done To You

Chapter 1

"Business as usual." Dick Grayson, NightWing, muttered to himself, watching his former Team converse. He slowly turned out of the main hall, to find a zeta-tube.

After beaming into the dark alleyway that the tube was disguised in, he immediately sensed something was wrong. Dick spun around to see a black and orange mask, and a gun pointed at him. Before he could react, a bullet punctured his thigh, making him tumble backwards as he struggled to keep his balance. Deathstroke attached a collar to Dick's neck, and hit a button, making him fall to the ground in an echo of screams, before blacking out.

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"Let's dig a little deeper, shall we?" A mildly german voice teased inside Dick's mind. "Find out what you're really afraid of." Images began appearing in front of him. The Team turning their backs on him, afraid of him. His parents telling him that their death was his fault. Bruce regretting adopting him. His brother's fighting him, as if he was a threat.
"Please...enough.' Dick managed to croak, his hands and knees on the floor.
"Ah, ah, ah!" The voice echoed. "Not until we break you." Standing in a red glow, was Barbara Gordon, AKA Batgirl. Usually, she was the one person Dick could always count on to be there for him. To stand by him. But this girl had a look of disgust and hate on her face.

"Me? Love you?" She screeched. "How could I ever love someone who was meant to be a Talon? Who can't even love themselves!" Dick collapsed onto the floor as his best friend's words repeated over and over again. Talon. Talon. Talon.
"I would say we broke you, wouldn't you?" The figureless voice finally released his hold on Dick's mind.

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"Argh!" Dick cried out, as Slade's knife pierced his shoulder.
"You're going to have to do better than that." Slade whispered in his ear. "You have to forget what Batman taught you. Now you kill." He handed him a sword, that Dick took, dropping his escrima sticks. He marvelled at how natural the handle felt in his hand. Like he was born to hold it. Of course he was, after all, he was a Grayson. His grandfather had been one of the most respected Talon until Batman defeated him. Dick was supposed to become the new leader. That meant he wouldn't need to die. The Court had decided he was more useful alive.
Suddenly, anger started to fuel up inside Dick. The Court helped him. Improved him. All Batman had done was put limits, boundaries, on his potential.
"He feared me, didn't he?" Dick asked, swinging his sword so it met Slade's. "The Batman?"
"He didn't want you as an adversary. You're the one who can beat him and finally show this city justice." Slade jumped over him, but Dick grabbed his leg, as swung him to the ground, making his jaw crack. "Finish me, son. Then you will finally be ready." He said, a smug smile peeking between his bloody lips. Dick raised the sword, then sent it flying into Slade's neck.

"I am ready." He whispered, then heard the huge oak doors he had been trapped behind for months, unlock.

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"Bruce, he's been missing for months. Maybe it's time to-"

"No, Tim. He's alive. I know it." Bruce interrupted, tapping his fingers on the batcomputer. "He's my son." Barbara was throwing batarangs at a target, hitting the bullseye everytime, knocking the previous weapon off the board. She didn't cry anymore. She didn't have anymore tears. Just anger and hate. It was a flimsy motivator, but she was determined to find whoever took Dick from them.

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"You have one mission, Talon." The Grandmaster stood on the podium high above the arena where Dick held the same sword he used to kill Slade. "Kill the Batman and his associates. Their actions have too long brainwashed this city!" Something inside Dick flickered. They were once his family. But the Court's lessons quickly regained their place in the front of his mind. If they were, they would've saved him. The Court were the ones who made him better.
"I accept the mission." He bowed his head.

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A black and gold figure followed Batman, a sword in each hand. It moved with such agility and stealth, it was almost impossible to spot.
Batman spun around, and the figure leapt on to him. Claw's scratched his uniform, and were powerful enough to tear his armour.

A Talon? Batman thought. The movements are too precise. And the uniform is different, although the mask is the same. But it's like he can predict my moves. Talon lunged at him, but before Batman could fight back, he painfully twisted his arms back.
"Tell your pawns that a storm is coming,-" Talon snarled, before an explosion rocked the building. He released Batman, and jumped off the flaming structure.