The Gray Son of Gotham stood in the shadows of a cluster of buildings, watching his prey from behind his owl mask. He tilted his head, sharp Sapphire blue eyes, iris' outlined with a bright yellow, watching the drunk man.
Alias: Shadow.
Birth Name: Jonathan Royce
Age: 45
Son went missing 10 years ago at the age of 10, never to be seen from again.
A would be up and coming politician, getting too close to the ones who control Gotham, too close to the Court, and it's The Gray Son's job to dispatch of him. His feet move silently through the night, his body decorated with his knives, nothing making a sound.
He speeds up.
Fast paced walking.
Jogging.
Running.
Silent.
Jonathan stumbles into an alleyway and that's when the Gray Son strikes.
Pins him to the wall with his covered forearm, white, almost feathered piece of armor on his forearm, the part on his wrist stretching out to thin lines to each knuckle, where they end as a form of brass knuckles on both arms.
His suit, now under the light of the Full Moon, an almost blue, but black suit with silver lines going through it. The suit ends at mid neck, the silver designs stemming from one line on each leg, from the ankle up to his waist where they meet. Two lines break off on each side, circling around to his lower back, while another line breaks off from where the two lines began and go up his torso as if circling his chest.
Like a sash, his knives tucked across his chest underneath a gold Owl medallion, the sign of the Court's most powerful Talon. On his back, two long Katanas criss crossed in their sheaths.
"Jonathan Royce, The Shadow. The Court Of Owls Has Sentenced You To Die." The silence is broken by those words, so many times edited and recited by the Talon. The target can't even utter out a word before the Talon is gone, and Jonathan's throat is slit, blood spraying over the wall and his clothes, the ground as he crumples.
The Talon returns to his nest, once again successful.
Another piece of his humanity forsaken.