||Universe-2, March 7, 2008, 15:08 CST, Gotham||

"Jax, look up at the sky. What do you see?" A woman said as she stroked her young son's hair affectionately. They had just gotten back from yet another successful assassination. He was only twelve and yet was one of the most dangerous people alive, this made the woman very pleased.

The boy let his golden brown eyes flutter open, looking up at the woman with some confusion. "Why mother? Is this another trick question of yours?" The boy scrunched his face up, hoping his mother wasn't going to become displeased with him. She was never nice to him when he angered her.

"Just look at the sky my darling little Talon. What do you see?" She looked back to the sky, watching as the clouds shifted slowly like large giants in the sky. The orange and red hues from the sun slowly faded into a dark inky black, stars were just beginning to emerge from their hiding places. Twinkling brightly against the hazy evening night sky.

"I see more colors I can name, and more stars than I could ever count." He started slowly, unsure if it was the answer his mother had been looking for.

She gave a soft smile, Jax was surprised by the affection she was showing him tonight. It was unlike the ruthless assassin to be so generous with her emotions, even with her own son. "I see a kingdom, a place that we may one day escape to. There you will become ruler of the skies and life will be better when the owls will be able to fly again." She stood up, placing her mask back on. "Now no more rest Jax. Night is falling quickly, it's time for our next target." Her previously affectionate tone had turned into one of disinterest. With a soft sigh the boy stood up.

"Of course mother."

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||Universe-2, January 4, 2010, 13:00 CST, Gotham, The Court Of Owls Headquarters||

The crime syndicate must pay.

The boy's gloved fists clenched up beside him, he was shaking with rage. Bodies of other Talons were littered across the ground, some were charred from heat vision while others were just broken and ripped apart. The smell is what hit him first, the unmistakable scent of death that sat in the air- heavy and thick. It made him want to gag.

There was nothing left.

Everyone he knew was dead.

He let a small sob of frustration escape his lips, he ripped off his mask and threw it on the ground angrily. His hand spasming uselessly as he tried to get it to cooperate and wipe the disgusting tears away.

So weak.

His mother would be furious if she saw him crying like this. He let the facade of disinterest slip back onto his facial features as he focused on his breathing. Forced himself to calm down- think of something logical to do.

What would his mother do?

He choked back another sob, he was angry with himself for being so weak.

Owls are strong, beautiful and dangerously brilliant. He repeated the phrase in his head like a mantra. Trying to find a way to get his emotions under control. It was agony, his body wouldn't stop gasping for breath as he forced the tears away. How can he get vengeance if he's weak? No he won't be weak, he'll be strong. For the Owls.

"We'll fly again. You hear me? We will!" He yelled into the open air, knowing full well that Ultraman would be able to hear him.

"I highly doubt that." The young Talon was surprised by the voice behind him. Jax whipped around and quickly drew his sword- pointing it at the Kryptonian. "Put that down, you'll just hurt yourself with it." The man chuckled darkly. His grin was unnerving. It made the hairs on the teenager's neck stand up. "You know I can hear your heart beating. It's frantic, uncontrolled, unlike the other Talons I fought. Their heartbeats were steady the whole time as they died."

"Shut up." His voice sounded so hoarse and weak. He internally winced at the sound. "I don't want to hear it."

The man gave another chuckle and floated down to land on the ground. "I beat all the other Talons into the dirt without breaking a sweat. You think you can actually do anything to stop me? You're even weaker then them."

Jax forced himself to remain completely emotionless. "By the age of four I killed my first meta-human with my bare hands. By twelve I had killed over a thousand people. I have had surgeries countless times to enhance my agility and strength. You say i'm weak but I am strong."

"Really son, who are you trying to convince with your little speech. Me, your dead mother- or yourself."

The boy launched forward to strike however was frozen in place by an invisible force. "White Martian."He growled angrily as the martian in question appeared.

"I think i'm done with him now. Zatara you can get rid of him for me can't you? I've got a date with Louis and I can't arrive covered in blood." The man gave a grin to the magician hidden in the shadows.

"Of course Ultraman. It wouldn't be a problem. Now what should I do with you? Turn you inside out- morph you into a fly and crush you like the bug you are? Or maybe i'll try out my new spell on you hm? Yes delightful, now hold still. It will only hurt a lot." The manic magician cackled before saying a incantation that was too fast for the Talon to make out.

"Let me go so I can kill you!" he yelled venomously, however stopped fighting the invisible bonds restraining him. Knowing that it was the end for him.

Wow after fourteen years, what a way to go.

He screamed as a black energy engulfed his body.