A/N: Oh my god I'm so sorry. I'm putting up the entire story tonight because I just kept forgetting to post the chapters. And I didn't know how to finish the story. Well it's all done now... Please don't hate me. To be completely honest, I'm not that happy with it, but hey, everybody is different.

Anyhoo, I hope you like the story all the same. Sorry again. ~Crimson

CHAPTER 6

"Good job in there, Damian" I told him.

"Thank you, Todd"

"Okay, seriously. What's wrong?"

"What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with me"

"Damian," I said seriously "You're never this nice" J'onn chuckled quietly at the comment, but stayed walking in front of us.

"You have earned some respect, that is all"

I stared at him knowing that it was a lie "And how have I done that?"

Damian remained silent for a minute before answering "You volunteered to do this"

He got me, but I knew something else was going on "I promise I won't tell"

"There is nothing to tell, Todd, so I suggest you keep an eye out"

I sighed in frustration "Whatever, but I will get you to tell eventually"

J'onn spoke up "We should keep an eye out there are many more memories after that one, correcting that one has fixed a few, yes, but we will still be busy for a few hours at least"

We walked for what I estimated to be a total of ten minutes before we found a new memory. This door was different as well. It was a black wood of some sort and was inlaid with fancy gold patterning. It appeared to have no title at all, ever, and had an owl shaped door knocker and handle, which were also golden and gleaming.

We all stared at it for a long time hoping that it wasn't too bad. Hoping it was in fact reversible. The dark feeling and loss of hope from just standing at it said otherwise "I'll do it"

"What?" Damian and J'onn said together.

"I'll do it"

"Jason, I'm not even sure if I would be able to fix this one. It's very powerful" J'onn said halfheartedly.

"I can do it, I just... I know I can"

J'onn sighed and nodded while Damian looked at me with worry.

I pushed the door open and my eyes went wide. I was in a well lit room, but it still seemed to blend into the darkness. A man in an outfit made from, what seemed to be like, metal stood proudly beside Nightwing.

Around the edges of the room were viewing boxes and seats that looked like they belonged in a theatre. Hundreds of formally dressed people in white owl masks sat on the seats, even children.

"Who would bring children to this?" I ask myself aloud.

"Mother would, she would see it as an opportunity" Damian responded coolly.

"Oh, really?"

"Mmmhmm"

"Well"

We both placed our focus on the memory as one of the masked figures, one at the very front in a plush throne like chair, shouted "Silence!" A hush immediately fell over the crowd "Very good. Our most successful Talon has brought us an offering! An offering for the next generation and for the whole court!"

The audience stared at Nightwing with no expression evident behind their masks.

"An offering for the court, an offering that will continue both your and the Talon's legacy!" The well armoured Talon responded with his head bowed "This is the so called Nightwing, and a true heir to the legend. He was chosen at Birth to join us, but was taken away, now he returns to serve the masters!"

A murmuring broke out through the crowd as people discussed the true means of the vigilante. Even the children seemed to be discussing it with the adults. I continued to stare intently at the scene as an eagerness to find out more grew within me. I hated the feeling.

"Enough!" The masked leader shouted "If you are truly willing to join our cause, hero, then unmask yourself!"

Dick stared up at the person "And what will you do if I agree?"

"Then we will trust you not to be lying and furthermore put you to use"

Dick seemed to consider this for a moment, but only a moment. He removed the adhesive mask revealing eyes that seemed to flicker between their normal, beautiful blue and the almost unnatural and crazed look of the gold.

"I am Richard Grayson!" He shouted "The last Flying Grayson, and by birthright the heir to the mantle of Talon!"

Another murmur broke through the attendees before the only addresser of Dick spoke up again "Quiet! If you, Richard the adopted son of Bruce Wayne, are indeed Nightwing, then am I correct in saying that Bruce is Batman?"

Dick's eyes went fully golden "Yes, my master, you are correct" then they started the fight of the colours again.

"Thank you, Richard. Talon!"

"Yes my master?" The armoured man asked with his head still bowed.

"Take him to be reformed"

"Of course" The man raised his head once finished and started ushering Dick towards a large door. The door matched the one we used to enter this memory and I knew immediately that this was only the start to the memory.