Author Note: Sorry for the really really long wait but I just moved and school starts soon for me and I went to camp for a week so I've been really busy. Sorry.

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P.O.V. - Dick

My name is Richard Grayson and I am a Talon for the Court of Owls. They torture me everyday to test me and my strength, in my will and physically. It's usually beatings or electric shocks. It hurts so much!

After I'm given my "lesson", they put a needle in my arm and inject a serum into me and it blocks me out. I feel so helpless trapped in my head. I can see everything I do and it disgusts me.

I'm so scared! I hurt so many people, torn so many families and lives apart! I hate myself!

The other day, I was given orders to kill my new home's hero.

My uncle had called me into the meeting/briefing room to give me yet another horrid kill. I was under their "influence" at the time so I couldn't do anything to stop myself from excepting my mission.

" This man, the Batman, has caused many problems for the Court and they want him out of the picture." A photograph of the vigilante and his file were laid out on the table. I had grabbed them and turned away to go back to the training room but as I left I heard my uncle and another Talon talking.

"The boy has been rebellious for many years now and you are giving him a very important mission? Sending a child to face one of our worst foes? He might defeat your nephew and take him away from the Court. They will not be pleased."

"If he does than we'll just kill the boy and try again on a later date to kill the Batman. The child will give too much information to our enemy that will turn the tables and the court never loses."

The other Talon looked calm on the outside but once you heard the shaking in his voice, you knew he was terrified.

"Y-ya-yes s-s-s-sir."

The old bird narrowed his eyes at the younger and replied in a low, menacing voice, " Dismissed."

Dick was forced to the training room by his own body and went back to an exhausting workout for the rest of the day so he could go out that night.

That was yesterday afternoon. I never did go out that night because I was being "tested" once again. Tonight, I lie here, crying, pleading in my heart for someone to save me and screaming in my head on how much I hate the world. My emotions are everywhere tonight and if I don't get it together I'll get another lesson! Just like last night! I just want it to stop!

But it won't. It never has and it never will. I hear the door being open and stop crying immediately. I am suppose to go out tonight and get information on my target. To study my prey.

The Talon looks me over and assess my ability to do this mission correctly without any mistakes. Though the serum takes my body over, I can sometimes get control for a minute or two. But it's only happened twice.

The first time was when I was sent on my first kill. It wasn't long after that night and one of my first times out.

I was running on the rooftops, heading to my target's home. In my mind I was fighting this. Every step! But it was useless! I couldn't win.

Once I arrived and had my knife in hand, ready to throw. My fight was renewed with a new vigor. That vigor was rewarded with freedom. Which surprised me greatly! I was free and for a nine year-old, that was very exciting. Well... that would be exciting for anybody really.

I ran, as fast as I could, which was pretty fast mind you. But the serum took me again and I turned around and headed toward my hit's house.

I drew my knife and well... let's just say that night, that moment, changed my life forever.

The second time was when I was eleven. I was ordered to kill a young girl, two years older than me. I never knew exactly who she was. I only knew she had bright, fiery, red hair and brilliant green eyes. She was so beautiful.

I felt like I knew her. And she knew me but we had never met. I wish I had.

That night, another kill night. I had the sudden strength to not kill her. I didn't want to hurt her. I just felt it.

I screamed at her. My voice sounded odd to my own eyes but she looked up and saw me. We locked eyes and she gave me a look of... concern. I still don't get why. I was about to kill her and she was concerned about me.

Anyway, she ran and took off. I wasn't order to go after her or kill her again. That is another thing I won't ever get.

Tonight, I was given my serum, deemed useful for the night and sent off to study our (their) enemy.

To the rooftops I went, scouring the city for the masked hero.

I've been out for hours now. Still nothing and I hope it stays that way. Batman shouldn't have another thing to worry about. Some rogue teen trying to kill me is not something I'd love to add to my list either.

Finally, after all my hours of waiting, I see a fluttering shadow.

"It has to be him"

Though I hope it's not, that theory has low probability.

I chase after him, like the shadow I am. And we reach a warehouse by the docks where there seems to be some drug deal going on.

The scene going on before me was bloody, to say the least. Everything I was seeing, I wanted it to stop. To go away. But my head won't turn away or move to stop it. I tried to fight but my strength was gone tonight. There was nothing I could do.

My hopes are somewhat answered. I don't stop it but someone does. (Duh Batman ya geniuses)

His moves are flawless! His speed is uncomprehendable (that's not a word... it is now!). He took everyone out without being hit once. Nothing touched him. No bullet, no knife, no fist, nothing.

When the fight was finished, my body moved passed a moon-lit window to draw my (their) aggressor's (as they say) attention.

He turns around, as expected and wanted.

What happened next was the start of my freedom.