Night-Shots (Oneshots)

His Stray - DamiDick.

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Side Note: Talon Dick that hides in Damian shadow as his protector. This is a world where Damian never stayed with Bruce but with his grandfather instead. 

He's always been attracted to strays, for as long as he's remembered he's also held a soft spot for strays. But both his mother and grandfather had forbidden him from ever taking in a pet as it would hold space for weakness. 

He kept from ever taking in a wounded or lonely animal just as his family would have wanted. His love for strays being left buried deep within himself to never see the light of day again. He grew to be strong, powerful and feared by both his enemies and allies. He would one day take over the league of assassins and rule with a wise but unbreaking will. 

And by his side would be his protector. 

A being that grew and thrived in his shadows since the moment he offered his hand towards the strange man. A talon. A stray from the Court of Owls that had fallen victim to his so-called father, a father he had long since turned his back on after being rejected by the man himself. 

But good came from his father not trusting him or seeing him as any more than an assassin. To be seen as a threat of instead of a son had chased him from the Wayne manor and towards the Talon who was left wondering Gotham with no meaning to his poor and pathetic life. 

His masters defeated and no longer able to give him orders or store him away in a cold, damn and hellish cell until he was needed for a mission once again. He was simply left on the streets with death as his only skill. 

Or so he had thought at the time when he allowed the stray to crawl into his own shadow and brought him back to his real home. To the league of assassins. His mother was not unimpressed with his quick return or for an extra mouth to feed but she never spoke against him keeping the dark guardian of death. His grandfather was furious over a Talon stepping foot on his land, he had always despised the Court of Owls experimental killers. Not for the inhuman treatment given towards the weapon or the prey landing on their death list but because his grandfather secretly feared Talons. 

Talons held no heart nor guilt, they simply killed without feeling. They were puppets without strings and could easily take over the world if someone wasn't around to keep them in line or to expose of them once they start growing a hunger for their own power.

But he wasn't going to allow his grandfather to rid of his new comrade. He rather liked the stray that held such a grace that maybe he was an angel of death instead of a god. He held no wings, but he flew as if gravity was his oldest friend. His way of fighting was so free and almost like a graceful dance that no weapon he's seen before have ever been able to do before.

He also remembered his name. 

He held a past and last time he checked, the Court of Owls normally wiped every memory clean away and removed the child's personality once choosing them. 

But the Gray-son, he still held his heart. 

It was protected with unbreakable walls, buried deep that not in the darkness could find it and locks that were sealed shut for good. But it was there, and he still used it. 

Richard, it's the name he goes by and answers by. 

Richard was brave enough to ignore even grandfather until he called him by his name correctly and mother seemed to be won over by him after that. Richard was given free access to their lives, still seen as a threat but a welcomed one now. 

Damian stood proud over the protector that thrived in his tall and darkening shadow.

The man he had grown attached too and allowed physical affection once it seemed Richard would glow from it. His smile was as bright and blinding as the sun itself and Damian welcomed it to light up his dark and boring life. 

Richard was his, and he was Richards once he stood as the new rulers. 

He won't forgive any who tried taking his stray away. 

Richard was his and his alone and God have mercy on any who thought otherwise.