Night-Shots (Oneshots)

To be Fixed - RoyDick.

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Side Note: Talon Dick x Roy. But it'd be done in two parts. This part will just be the layout and explaining the childhood and how Dick grew up first. 

It started the night he chose to save the batman instead of ending his life like he was trained and sent to do. He had injured the dark knight, watching as his blood ran with the pouring rain around his fallen and struggling body left on the roof. 

His orders were to kill the Batman. 

He was just twelve years old at the time, raised by the unloving and selfish Court of Owls from the moment he was able to walk. He never knew his parents, but he knew the names due to the blood tests he had seen in his personal file that was meant to be deeply buried and hidden away from any and all eyes. His parents had died when he was nine, murdered in Gotham during their days in the circus and seemed to have lived their lives without ever looking back on the son they had given away to strangers who paid a great amount of money for the "Gray-son".

He was just one and a half when they sold him off and his name was lost to the file as well. 

He didn't feel when he killed but he did when he was allowed to fly at night. Between and during missions where he had to give chase and close the distance, he'd fill it with flying and feeling the great joy, the Freedom from it. 

His laughs, his smiles and the shine to his eyes had to be wiped clean and forgotten by the time he returned to the Court of Owls. The feel burned and vanished to protect it while he sat in his cold, damn and dull cell where he was allowed to rest. 

Batman fought to protect the innocent and was given the chance to explore the feeling of freedom. Batman wasn't a bad man, he saved lives and worked hard to repent for those he couldn't save. 

He himself decided as he watched Batman bleed out that it was his time to repent and be given the mercy of freedom. He would save lives and protect the innocent instead of being a mere puppet with broken strings that only killed who he was told to kill. 

He wanted .. to live. 

The British butler, Alfred, was pale, frighten and surprised over their arrival but he moved quickly to help save his adopted son's life. Keeping a faint eye on the young teen that hovered close to the medical before moving to explore when he understood he was making the hairs on the back of the two men necks stand without break. 

He was curious over saving a life instead of simply eradicate for being weak and holding no more use to the Court of Owls. Any and all weapons can be replaced if they fail or come back close to death door. 

By morning he was placed in a cell that was much nicer than his cell known as his home. He was kept watched and told to strip all and every weapon he may hold himself. His suit and goggles were taken to be scanned and checked for bugs as well. The butler was kind enough to give him some of his older master's clothes to wear once he was stripped. 

It took a week of being questioned, watched and one-sided conversations with Batman before he was finally released from the cell and given a chance to prove himself to be a "friend" not a threat.