OF TALONS AND BATS
My first story about talon!dick. A/N at the end :)
I watch the child walk home from school. Parents crowd the front, urging their children to move along. The sound of cars and busses honking at laughing students come normally to these people's ears. The child is usually picked up by his butler, I think. He is a Wayne – the son of one of the Court's targets.
I think he is lonely, as I so often am. Damian is his name. I know because it's my duty to. I'm supposed to be observing his father, but the daily life of Bruce Wayne isn't as intriguing as everyone makes it out to be.
I watch as Damian takes a detour. I don't think I've seen him go this way before, but I follow him down the path anyway. He comes to a stop near a bench and looks like he's waiting. So I wait too.
Ten minutes later, a young teenager arrives. Everything about him is tidy; his hair, his shirt, his shoes. I know him – I've seen him with Wayne at charities at galas. Tim Drake. Odd. He and Damian are brothers now. Why meet here when they can meet at their manor?
"You cancelled everything, Drake?"
"Yeah. Bruce's schedule after three is completely empty. Mission family day is at go," says Tim, with a planted smile on his face.
"Tt. This is an absurd idea that you've seemed to instil into Pennyworth's mind, though-"
"Wasn't me. It was Jason," he replies, shrugging.
Jason is the eldest. Between the three of them, I'd regret killing him the most. Though my target is strictly Wayne, there are usually numerous other kills. Most necessary.
Jason Todd has quite a temper. He was raised off the streets and taken in by Wayne. I presume he would be a great Talon. Maybe even my partner, if I would ever have one. Damian too would be a good candidate, but the Court disagrees with the well-privileged breed of Gotham.
Tim and Damian walk towards me, the former smiling at me as he passes. If only he knew who or what I am, that smile would've dispersed into a dark frown.
But he doesn't know, and the Court will keep it that way.
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The Wayne family is out in town, having what they call a 'family dinner'. From where I am, I can hear their laughs and words, all jumbled into one sound. Tonight is one of the rare nights they look truly happy. A family of sorts.
Family. Happiness. My last memory of these is with my parents – set in their graves, forever buried. They were Mary and John Grayson, and I believe that if ever I could learn love, it would be for them. But these are weak thoughts – the Court would disagree.
"Hey Jay, remember when you tried to hook up with that Lana girl, and-"
"Shut your mouth, Drake, or I'll do it for you!"
"Tt, Todd. You make it so difficult to ignore your imbecilic nature."
"Okay guys, play nice," warns Wayne.
My mind begins to wander again. It would be nice to join them. To be a part of the world. No. The time is near, I will have to kill Wayne soon. Perhaps even his family. I cannot succumb to thoughts like these.
Love and happiness are weak. That much has been made clear by the Court.
"Hey!"
I think Tim Drake is addressing me.
"Excuse me?"
"I saw you at the park!"
"I believe so."
"Are you a stalker a something?"
"Um."
"I was kidding." He is smiling at me yet again.
"Aww Timmypoo, you made a new friend!" Jason is coming towards us now. I should take my leave.
"Well, I should go. Enjoy your dinner."
"But you didn't have yours!" Tim exclaims.
"Pardon?"
"I saw you moments ago. You didn't order anything."
"I am not hungry anymore. Goodbye."
Tim and Jason glance at each other and shrug. They both smile and make their way back to their table. Wayne and his other son were looking on at us, curious eyebrows raised. I look away, trying to expel my thoughts and empty my mind, as I make my way out of the diner.
My task has been made difficult. I begin to doubt myself now. Killing does not seem as easy as it once was.
A/N: I suck I suck I suck I SUCK at writing Talon Dick omg. Please don't hate me! LEAVE A REVIEW; your reviews are the keys to my confidence and drive to writing future works.
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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DC OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. All I own are my typos and grammatical errors.
