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Author's Notes: ...I have a problem. Yes, I'm sure you're all aware of this by now, even if this is your first time reading my stories.

Anyways, this is the first of yet another series, yada yada yada. Main takeaways: Ben Affleck!Batman but not really set in the DCEU and he's ~36, Dick is ~21 although he doesn't know it, and the Robin is Jason and he's ~12. Also, the series title is adapted from Sisters of the Moon by Fleetwood Mac, and the title is what Bucky says to Steve in Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

As always, I hope y'all enjoy,

~TGWSI/Selene Borealis

~in those eyes of his~

~you're my mission~

Ever since he could remember, there was always the one mission: to kill Batman.

Every Talon received a mission, a person to assassinate from the moment that they were created. No two missions were alike. Other Talons had been assigned their own important figures in Gotham to kill, to ensure that the Court's vision of how Gotham was supposed to be was fulfilled. Over the decades, they had been not only successful, but they had also ensured that nobody had ever come close to finding out about the Court, much less how powerful they really were.

His mission was different in this respect, because Batman had found out about the Court prior to him being made. Hell, his finding out was the reason why he had been made. The Court hadn't been overly concerned with Batman before then. Batman had only been working Gotham for a few years prior. He had still been new, and so they had underestimated him.

Because Batman had found out about the Court. He had tried to stop them; in fact, they had tricked him into thinking that he had. But the Court had never truly been vanquished, and it was in the aftermath of this that he had been created and tasked to kill the most important figure in Gotham of them all. If he had the ability to feel honor, to feel pride, he would've at that. After all, it meant that the remaining members of the Court thought that he was better than all of the Talons who had come before him.

But, he did not feel honor in this way. He did not feel pride. He felt what the Court needed him to feel in the moment...and sometimes, more than that.

Sometimes, he thought that perhaps he did remember the life before he was created, as nonsensical as that was. Sometimes, he had the impressions of a woman and a man, the three of them wearing suits that made them all look alike, of flying through the air with them and doing sets of amazing tricks, of laughter, of love. Sometimes, he looked at his own reflection and thought of how different he had looked before, back when his eyes had been the woman's dark blue instead of gold, his skin had been tanner and flushed instead of pale with dark and prominent veins.

But every time he experienced these emotions beyond the ones that he was supposed to, he pushed them aside without fail, because they were tricks of his mind. He had not had a life before his creation, and even if he had, it did not matter now, because he was not even alive. His existence was solely for his mission.

...Every time, that is, until now.

Tonight was the night that he had been unleashed to perform his mission. It was time for the Batman to die.

"Batman, the Court of Owls has sentenced you to die!"

The alpha man had put up a valiant effort so far, especially for the sake of protecting his ward and sidekick, the unpresented Robin. The boy had now been literally knocked out of the fight, laying in a crumpled heap on the rooftop that they were fighting on. Batman did not want any harm to come to him. He did not want him to be taken by the Talon, as he had been instructed to do once the Bat was dead.

But for everything that the Batman had with his skill and cunning, the Talon had in his raw abilities and his own skill and talent. He had been trained for years for this, after all. Only the best of the Talons could defeat the Bat, the best in his own right.

He sidestepped a Batarang when it was thrown at him. He dodged a punch that the Bat aimed for his head. He was able to get a hit against the man's calf as he ran past him, causing him to stumble, though he didn't buckle from the pain. He took out one of his many knives, twirling it around in his hand before he was coming back again. The Bat was able to parry it, mostly, although it still dug into his flesh on his left arm in the weak spot of his armor. He growled, but didn't otherwise make a sound.

That was fine with him. He was used to silence, as the last of the Talons (for now), as he was the only one that had a coffin in the cold room where he was kept until it was time for training or him to listen to his body's commands for nutrients, or until he was needed, as had been the case earlier tonight. It was in silence that he operated best.

The Batman was able to get a hit on him – or, more precisely, a kick to his chest. Although it did not hurt, since as a Talon he was unable to feel pain except from injuries and even then, those took only seconds to minute to heal, the action was successful in sending him back nonetheless. His feet barely even left the ground as he sneered, his grip on his knife tightening.

The few seconds that this took allowed Batman the reprieve that he needed. From his utility belt, he pulled out a small, spherical item, one that the Talon knew well from his research into the man, both from what the Court had on him and what he had found out for himself. It was a pellet that, when it exploded, it would unleash a cold gas powerful enough to briefly incapacitate a Talon, since they couldn't handle the cold well.

He had been built slightly differently than the other Talons, he would be more able to fare it, but it still would cause him to make errors in his judgment. Errors that could not be allowed.

His sneer deepening, he leaped up into the air. The Batman threw the pellet, but it missed him – barely. He heard the man curse as he whirled around to face Talon head-on when he landed behind him with a flip.

But he was too late.

He reached out with the hand that did not have the knife in it, seizing the man by his throat and squeezing, lifting him up in the air. The Batman gasped, clawing at his hand, but it was of little use. With Talon's superior strength, it would take more than just that to make him loosen his hold.

"Talon..." the Batman grunted.

He squeezed harder.

"B! No!"

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Robin, from where he had been laying, move. He got up, rushing forwards. One of those cold pellets was in his hand. He threw it.

Talon had to make a choice.

He made it quickly. Grimacing, he let go of the Batman's neck, stepping away. In the process, underneath the man's suit, he felt something shift, fall down, but he did not know what it was.

Robin rushed over to Batman. "B, are you – ?"

The older man coughed. "R – Robin, get out of here," he ordered.

The boy looked at him like he was insane. "But – "

"Just go! Now!"

But Talon was already upon them once more.

He used Batman's focus on his ward to his advantage, stabbing the man in the right shoulder. The Batman let out a groan; Robin screamed.

Talon gave a feral grin as he leaned down to look the alpha directly in the eyes. Finally, at long last, his mission would be complete. "Batman," he began to repeat the script once more. "The Court of Owls has sentenced you to – "

. . .

. . .

Abruptly, he stopped.

A scent wafted underneath his nose, along with the scent of blood, of sweat, and the general smell of the city. Usually, this would not have been strange to him. With his enhanced sense of smell, far stronger than the human's, he could pick up on many different scents. It was necessary for what he did. It had helped him track Batman and Robin to this rooftop here tonight.

But this scent was...different. It smelled like the rain and something...else. Something earthy and woody, with hints of musk and amber. Oakmoss, perhaps?

Most of all, it smelled good.

The scent of it made his nose tingle in a way that could only be described as pleasurable. It made the omega instincts that were inside of him – because although the Talons were not human, they had the secondary designations since their creators and all of humanity had them as well – go wild.

Before he was aware of what he was doing, he was stepping back, letting Batman fall to the ground.

The alpha man was confused, just as confused as he was. "...Talon?" he grunted out again.

Robin was not as perturbed. He looked up at Talon, his expression nothing but murderous. "I'll kill you!" he growled, like the feral child that he had been before the Batman had saved him from the streets.

Talon did not need to think in order to incapacitate the boy once more, which was a good thing. Because inside, his mind –

– It had already made the connection, as impossible as it seemed. The Court of Owls had made sure that he was knowledgable in how the designations worked, how his own body worked. And the only reason he could think of for why that scent smelled so good, enough to even make him begin producing slick, for why Batman smelled so good –

The Batman was his scent-match, even though he should not have one of those as a Talon. He wasn't human, after all.

His mission was his scent-match.

As he had always done before, he tried to push his own feelings aside. They did not matter. What mattered was him killing the Batman, as was the reason he had been created by the Court of Owls. The sole reason for his existence.

But now, it wasn't just almost impossible, which would have been different from all those other times in of itself, it wasimpossible. He gasped, falling to his knees before the Batman just like the man had. But all his gasp did, and the other ones after that, was just make that scent burrow its way deeper into his olfactory sense and lungs.

Like a marionette when its strings were cut, he was useless. The fact that the Batman was his scent-match, his soulmate, as the humans would say, was doing far more to make him remember. He could still only recall flashes, but there was that woman and man again in his mind's eye, her dark blue eyes and the image of them staring back at him through a younger version of himself, the sound of her laughter as she said, "Oh, Dick – "

He was brought out of his almost complete unawareness by the sensation of being grabbed by the front of his armor. The Batman – his alpha – was glaring down at him, his eyes dark and dangerous like a storm. "I'm going to make sure I take down the Court of Owls for good this time," he growled. "You're the proof that they've gone on far too long."

Talon – Dick – whoever he was, he knew that he couldn't allow that. He knew that he needed to kill the man before him.

But, at the same time...

He whimpered, the needy noise escaping out from his throat. It was the first time that he had allowed himself such an omegan thing, outside of the times that he had his heats, though the Court made sure to keep him on suppressants for as long as possible so that his heats were only limited to once or twice per year. It was not like anything could come of his heats; Talons were made, not born.

"Alpha," he whispered. It was the only thing that he could say or do, all other things failing him.

Shock and confusion rippled across the man's face, or at least what he could see of it that was not under his cowl. He let Talon – Dick – whoever he was go, letting him fall to the ground. "What did you just call me?" he demanded.

He must've been wearing scent-blockers earlier, that must have been the piece beneath the suit that the Talon had felt slip and fall. He knew this, because he had his own scent-blockers, though Talons did not possess scents of their own, despite having the mating gland. Why would they? They were not human.

Yet, when he blindly reached up to take the scent-blockers off, his instincts leading on his body when his mind could not, he watched as his alpha's eyes widened from under his cowl in shock, taking in his scent. The Batman, the Court of Owls' greatest foe, was truly caught off-guard by this revelation. "What...?" he breathed.

"Alpha," Talon – Dick – whoever he was repeated again.

If he had been expecting a good reaction – which he hadn't been, he was hardly able to think at all from what was going on inside his head, but for the sake of the prose, let's say again that if he had – then he was sorely mistaken. The Batman recovered quickly from his shock, a glare settling back over his face. He raised a fist, swinging it so that it would meet the side of his temple. And he was too far gone to try and stop it.

Just like that, his vision turned to black. He knew no more.

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