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Beware The Court of Owls, that watches all the time,

ruling Gotham from a shadow perch,

behind granite and lime.

They watch you at your hearth,

they watch you in your bed,

speak not a whispered word of them

they'll send The Talon for your head.


Nightwing was just sitting on the edge of a rooftop, staring at his wrist computer, last night he broke a tooth, not really that odd, but when he looked at it, there was a symbol etched on it, he was pretty sure the dentist didn't put it there.

It was an owl, the Court of Owls to be presice, he had worked it out with a little research and a few interrogations, Jack Haly had been sending circus kids to the Court to become undead assassins, he couldn't believe it.

Everything else just suddenly happened, theories, each one worse than the last. Batman had saved him by adopting him, Zucco had saved him from being an assassin by killing his parents.

Ol' Jack was a bad guy.

The Team would probably not trust him anymore, there it was, the doubt that had gnawed at Artemis the first year she joined the Team, the fear of being judged. He decided to kepp it until later, maybe when he really needed too.

"Parentage doesn't matter, what matters is who we choose to be, I chose to be Robin, then Nightwing, I can chose whether or not I want to be a Talon."

The bird swung away, unaware that a glowing pair of owl-like eyes were watching him.

"Very well little birdie, if that's how you want to play…"

The figure in black and gold slunk back to the shadows, it's silver throwing knives and gold weapons shimmered in the moonlight.


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