Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

that moment when a talon breaks into your house

Aromantic_Satan's request part two

TW: mentions of suicide and thoughts of suicide

https://ibpf.org/resource/list-international-suicide-hotlines   -   here are a list of suicide hotlines if you're experiencing suicidal thoughts and I hope you seek help if you feel like that

Dick had been at home for a few days now and things seemed to be on the right track. He'd just about remembered small bits of information he knew about his family but there much more. He still had difficulty telling their traits apart since they shared the same hair colour and similar haircuts. Nobody minded when he did though. Him just being alive and back home was enough for them. The more he remembered the more his eyes got just a tad bit bluer. It was as though the Court no longer had hold of him. The change made his family come to terms with the fact that he might one day be their Dick Grayson, aside with the unmoving yellow marks trailing underneath his skin. With a bit of makeup, they could probably hide that aspect. The main thing was that his eyes were becoming normal again and they could relish in that fact.

Then they got a reminder that the court never let go of their 'property' well. Dick was sitting with Tim, relearning the history of the Justice League. He seemed to take a liking to Flash when he was told the stories. He said he was funny. Tim laughed to himself, seeing that the younger still had a liking towards Flash's almost criminally bad jokes. Damian entered the room and sat in the armchair opposite the pair, suppressing his want to grin at Dick who had his head on Tim's lap. He noticed that he'd gotten back to liking touching, though you had to give forewarning before initiating it. "I don't think I can be a hero anymore," Dick muttered passingly. The older pair frowned at him. 

"Why would you think that?" Tim asked worriedly. What if this was a sign that he didn't want to fight for good anymore? That would really throw a spanner into the works. 

"Because I'm a Talon now. I'm not a good person like I used to be," he explained.

"Grayson, you are not a Talon. You are a Wayne. You are a hero again, no doubts about it," Damian assured him.

"How can I be a hero again if I've killed people?"

"Have I not spilt blood?"

"You have," Dick replied slowly.

"Do you think I'm a hero?" Dick nodded. "Then you can be a hero too. It's not about the origins, it's about what you do. If you want to be a good person and be a hero, you can." Dick didn't seem convinced. He sat up and folded his legs so he could rest his elbow on his knee and put the weight of his head on his hand. "But I'm still a Talon. My prime directive right now is supposed to be to kill myself since I'm in enemy captivity," he argued. Name dropping suicide didn't bother him but it very much bothered his brothers. 

"What?" Tim shrieked.

"You didn't know? A Talon, in order to protect the secrets of the Court of Owls, must give up their life once captured by the enemy," Dick recited. They didn't like that he seemed to know the exact wording off by heart. It must've been drilled into him that his life was worthless. "But wouldn't that mean you would've killed yourself by now?" Damian inquired. 

"Well yeah but I don't have the means. Every Talon has a device that once they're behind enemy lines will send a message to a higher up. The higher up has access to the only thing that gives us permanent death and gets it into the place we are. We get it, we kill ourselves, the Court can rest easy," Dick explained. They stared at him in shock. They knew the Court of Owls wouldn't take his loss very easily but this meant they would actively look for him.