Thomas knew he had found the right person. He had been getting his yearly supply of weapons from Ra's when he had come across the vigilante Nightwing, disrupting his supply. Nightwing had been knocking out all of Ra's men who were carefully putting all of his ammo, swords, and guns he had ordered into wooden crates.

Thomas had already been mad that William Cobb, his former Talon had died, and he didn't want to get even madder because his weapons weren't shipped to him on time; he needed something, or better yet: someone to vent his anger out at. So, Thomas had dived right into the fight. Most of the other henchmen were down, and the rest injured. Thomas got Nightwing all to himself. He punched and kicked, but didn't anticipate Nightwing's reflexes to be that sharp. He got a few strikes in, but the rest hit air. Nightwing was flexible and fast.

Thomas usually didn't pay attention to the hero business, since he was too busy in Gotham. He paid a little bit of his attention to Batman, since he operated in Gotham, but had seen no problem with the bat, until he had gotten Robin. He had angrily wondered why Batman of all people would have a partner like that. Thomas watched through the shadows to determine if Robin was really all that great for Batman, if he wasn't, then Thomas would have to kill them both. He remembered seeing Robin's agility and persistence when he had first seen him in the shadows. It surprised him and he let the Dynamic Duo be.

He remembered when an arrogant, hotheaded brat replaced Robin. He had wanted to kill him immediately, but unfortunately the Joker got to him first. He wondered, what had happened to the first Robin? After a while, Thomas stopped paying attention to the dynamic duo when he discovered something big. He had long forgotten about the first Robin, but dueling with Nightwing fueled back the obsession he had created overtime.

Thomas finally gotten an upper hand in his fight with Nightwing, and he had ended up straddling the bird. In midst of the fight, he had forgotten about the death of Cobb immediately. Thomas had immortal powers, and he could endure almost anything. The fight may have been unfair, since Nightwing's energy had slowly depleted over the fight, but he had been good while he had lasted.

Thomas smiled down at the struggling former Boy Wonder beneath him. A sudden urge to see the color of his eyes burst throughout his body. He slowly reached for the mask, and Nightwing stopped struggling, almost automatically bringing his hands up to his face. Thomas used one hand to trap Nightwing's arms to the ground above his head, and used his other to peel the mask off.

A strangled sound came from Nightwing as blue eyes stared up at him. Bright, dazzling blue eyes. He had been too engrossed in trying to get out of his grasp that he had forgotten to close his eyes!

Thomas almost lost himself. Those blue eyes, sparkling with life and youth… that black, ebony hair that he had just began to notice… he looked exactly like his deceased little brother!

Painful memories from the past bubbled up, and Thomas had to look away from those damn blue eyes. Memories of him and his little brother playing tag in their Mother's large estate, of him and his brother happily running with their dog Ace, him and his brother happily telling their Father their test scores…

A sudden thought occurred to him. Why didn't he make the man before him his new Talon? He could be the experiment to his new test too! Thomas didn't even have to think about it before he whipped out the tranquilizer he always kept in his back pocket, (just in case).

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Thomas smiled down at the man, who he had found out was called Richard John Grayson, but preferred the nickname Dick. He had rolled him onto the traditional stone that used for every ritual. He had cleaned up his tracks nicely, tossing the tracking device over his shoulder as he ran with an unconscious Nightwing on his back. The only thing that had gone wrong was when Richard had awoken. Thomas assumed that the Batman, who he had found out as Bruce Wayne, made all his kids take antidotes to all sorts of drugs.

Thomas was forced to throw a knife at Nightwing's calf as he had tried to foolishly flip of a building. If Nightwing were to fall, he wouldn't have his grappling gun (since Thomas had taken that away from him), and would have a probability of more than fifty percent of dying. He had run after Nightwing, dodging a security camera in the process.

Finally, he had him in his arms. Thomas leaned down and brushed the bangs out of his eyes. He really looked astonishly like his little brother. He called some of his Clan members, and they began performing the ritual. He pulled the red hood over his face, and stood over Richard. They were performing the ritual differently this year. He took his special knife out, a light blue substance dripping off the blade.

He began cutting Richard's smooth skin. The blue substance was distributed throughout Richard's bloodstream. By now, the other men dressed in black robes were whispering quietly to themselves. They had never actually wasted time putting various cuts onto the soon to be Talon. Thomas ignored the stares, and finally put his knife away, the blue substance now completely gone.

"Continue." He whispered, focusing on Richards's face, which was scrunched up at the pain of the cuts he had just received. The men shrugged and began their chanting. Eagerly watching to see if his experiment would work, Thomas began chanting too.

Everyone except him was surprised to see the scarlet blood that was oozing down Richard's body start forming into a star. Thomas smiled, overjoyed.

His little brother would be reborn again.