Talon at heart
The blood etched into his skin like a newly painted tattoo, his hands shook with the adrenaline that pumped through his body like the most addictive substance known to man. The knife that was just in his hand laid discarded in the damp corner of the ally. The moon peered over the thick mist that loomed over Gotham , a watching eye over the past events.
Batman had been reluctant to invite Nightwing into Gotham to assist with a rise of street gangs and the rise in drug related deaths, the events that involved the Talons and the court of owls had caused some strain between Bruce and Dick. Dick had been exposed to the harsh truth of his ancestry and his once true fate. This had caused Dick (and in turn Nightwing ) whether or not he was truly who he thought he was. Words like "Murderer" and "Monster encircled his mind and caused him to have a constant internal battle with himself.
Once Nightwing arrived in Gotham he started to scout the south east are, this was where the docks and the back alley ways were. This was also the place where there were the most of the Gangs that were starting to populate Gotham's grey streets like rats. He had already stopped a mugging in process and a potential rape. The icy winds cut at Dick's exposed cheeks , his covered azure eyes scanning the street 25 metres below him.
Thoughts spiralled around his mind at 10000 miles a minute. Did his mum and dad know about the court? Did Haly know what would happen to Dick if he went and became a talon? All of these questions plagued his mind making him restless and making it an eternal struggle for him to stay focused on anything for a long period of time, even now his mind was wandering. That was until a gunshot echoed and ricocheted along the narrow alleys. Immediately he sprang to his feet and summersaulted from building to building, hoping beyond hope he could save whoever he could.
The sight that he was greeted with burned in his mind, a man, no older than 25 had a gun facing a young woman. Her hands were shaking and her mascara ran down her face rom her freshly shed tears. Crimson blood coated her hands like an elegant glove, a large splatter stained her torn blue t-shirt. A man with black gelled hair laid in a boneless heap by her feet, drowning in his own blood. A large bullet hole tore at his throat, blood still oozing slowly from it.
Without hesitating any more than he already had, Nightwing pulled a Wingding from his belt and threw it with such high accuracy that it knocked the gun from the man's filthy hands. He turned around with his lips pulled back into a snarl, much like a feral dog and reached or the knife that was hidden in his pocket. Why didn't Dick notice that earlier? He really needed to focus now.
"Leave now miss, I will made sure everything is taken care of and this scum is taught a lesson." With that the sobbing woman ran, gathering the courage to plunge into her bag and call for the police, that meant I only had around six more minutes before the police started to arrive.
"Who the hell do you think you are prick? I'm not scare of a man in tights and has two useless black sticks!" With that he charged at me like a bull charging at a flag. I could see the mist forming around his mouth as he exhaled heavily. He swung his sharp blade at me, narrowly missing my kelver chest. I sprung forward and made a grab for the knife, he let go of it when I kneed him in his stomach , effectively winding him he stumbled backwards whilst holding his lower abdomen whilst I wasted no time in slashing his face with his knife. I don't know what possessed me to do it, I had never been so angry at myself, but at the same time , I couldn't bring myself to care at I sent a powerful fist to his jaw, sending him spiralling to the floor. He lay there on the cold concrete floor, th ash of the stree clinging to his clothes as he turned to face me. I loomed over him, his eyes bored into my hidden ones, daring me to use the blade in my hands, I am a bat I never kill.
But I'm not a bat. I'm a talon by blood. Without a seconds thought I gripped him by his black and red hooded jumper and launched him into the dented bins, the clatter of metal echoed in the alley. I marched toward him, the glistening knife still in my right hand. My body felt numb as I kneeled above him, my fists pounding into his face and chest, his pained and surprised gasps filling the cold air. The blade I had in my hand embedded itself in his chest. Once. Twice. Three times until I left it where it stood. I quickly extracted it from his chest and threw it into a corner. His blood melted into my suit and skin. His breaths came out as gargles as blood started pouring into his lungs. It wasn't long until his breathing stopped all together. I shakily rose to my feet and looked at his body. What had I done?
In the distance sirens blared from the police cars, two were called to the crime. At the speed that would had made a speedster envious I ran. I don't know where I was running to, I just ran. What would Bruce think? The man who had raised me and helped me through all the pain of my parents deaths, the man who even though we always clashed with, I saw as a father. What if that man I had just murdered, murdered, was a father? I was mo better than Anthony Zucco. I was truly a monster.
AN. Well what do you think? Should I continue this or leave it as a oneshot? Please review if you have time ad please tell me where I can improve.