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Dick's POV

Dick pulled his still broken form into the warehouse he'd been crashing in. He hadn't had time to set his bones so they could heal; he'd been too busy running away from Young Justice, and… Batman.

Batman had been talked about all the time in the Court. The Elders had hated him, and therefore, the Talons had to hate him too. But Dick had left the Court, so, did that mean he wasn't supposed to openly loathe Batman and hope the Court would assign him to be the Talon to end him?

He thought so, after all, it was against the Court's wishes, and he'd never actually agreed with the 'problem' Batman posed.

The Court had believed that Batman was a threat to Gotham, their city. Dick supposed that he'd probably just end up finding out for himself, after all, he wasn't quite ready to leave yet, though it would be the smartest choice, and Batman and the Young Justice didn't seem inclined to let him leave.

Dick growled in annoyance. Why couldn't he ever be left alone? Ever?

He settled down, and knew it probably was a good idea to go to sleep and get some rest, after all, his body did tire even if it had already healed now that he'd set his bones into place, but every time he closed his eyes, he always snapped them back open, wide with fear that he was going to wake up back in a coffin full of cryo-spikes, keeping him in a land of oblivion for years until the Court needed him again.

A fate worse than death.

Every Talon is immediately cryo-frozen when the court first gets a hold of them. The moment they implant the electrum in the Talon-to-be's tooth, they have to, want to, or perhaps it's both, to cryo-freeze them.

It shows the Talon who's boss… and takes all the pain away.

When the electrum first coursed through Dick's bloodstream, going into his head first, as that's the first place the tooth deposited electrum in, he had felt as if he was being ripped apart. The Court always cryo-freezes the Talon after doing so, putting them to sleep until the electrum courses through all of them.

And scaring the hell out of them as they are shoved screaming into a spike-filled coffin, Dick thought to himself.

They would also cryo-freeze Talons when they no longer needed them at the time, or when they disobeyed them.

Escaping was one of the worst forms of disobedience. If he was ever caught…

Dick gave himself a little shake. Don't think about that.

With a sigh, he decided that he obviously wasn't going to get to sleep, as usual. Perhaps he should go out again, save a few people and then get the hell out of the Court's city.

Dick had no idea that wouldn't be the case, or that Gotham would eventually become his home.

AN: Okay, so I haven't updated for a while. Sorry about that; I've been working on my novels. I did try to update a few fics, but my computer decided to up and die, I think my box quit or something. I happened to be working on my fics at the time, and when the computer randomly shut down, I lost all the work I'd done and had to start over. I promise the next chapter will be longer.

Well, I'd love to know what you all think of this; I tried to do my best to explain how I am going to have the Talons be made, and how they are treated.

If you want, I can try to incorporate Tim, Cass, and Jason; I had an idea that they could be currently cryo-frozen Talons that Dick knew, but hadn't seen in quite a while because they had disobeyed the Court. If that sounds fun to you, let me know in a review or a PM. If you don't want me to incorporate the other Bats in the story, just use the same tactic to let me know your opinion.

Well, thanks again for reading,

-DragonsintheMoonlight