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Beware the court of owls that watches all the time
Ruling from a shadowed perch behind granite and lime
They see you at your hearth they see you in your bed
Speak not a whispered word of them or they will send the Talon for your head.
Bruce Wayne sighed, today was the anniversary of his greatest failure, Richard Grayson. That boy's parents had fallen to their death's today and he had disappeared before Bruce could help him. He got up from his desk and left the study through the clock, to the batcave. Jason had finally come home a few months ago and while he still occasionally killed people, he usually didn't when Bruce or the other two boys, Tim and Damian. The four of them geared up for patrol and left.
Richard stood with a blank expression as his grandfather, William Cobb told him his first mission. He knew he was the youngest at eight years old to be given a mission as the Talon. Cobb had been the Talon for a while and now his successor was about to make his first kill, to become the official Talon.
The new Talon of the court of owls stood on a roof at the edge of the city, marveling at the sky. It had been two, now three years since he had been outside of the court's underground base. That had been the day his parents died, his birthday and now he was going to kill his first person. Talon moved through the shadows, no camera, or set of eyes could have seen the young Talon. He reached the building the target was in; it was a rich man that the court wanted out of their way. Talon slipped through the window into the room where the target was on his computer and perched on the edge of the sill. He removed a feather shaped knife and threw it directly in to the man's chest. Dead instantly, Richard Grayson was now a murderer.
Batman swung up a building that his knew housed a suspect for a case he was working on. He reached the window and entered the room. What he found inside was surprising. The man he had come to interrogate was slumped over his desk with a gold, feather shaped knife stabbed through his chest. Batman looked around and spotted a shadow leaping out the window and gave chase. Fifteen minutes later the shadow stopped and turned at the edge of a building. The slight figure could only be a child. The kid was covered from head to toe in black armor with gold embellishments, over his eyes were golden goggles shaped like the face of an owl with orange lenses. The assassin tilted his head at batman and flipped over the edge of the roof. Batman scurried over to the edge and looked down, the strange assassin was gone.