A/N: I'm not sure at what point this happens, if it happens in the fic at all. For potating-sloth's prompt: Dick with no memories stabbing Damian?

Damian twisted to the side but the Talon's sharp knife still found purchase in his shoulder, hot cold pain radiating through him as the slighter boy's weight drove him into the ground with a thud. Crouched on top of Damian's chest, he yanked the blade out.

"Grayson,"

Damian caught the boy's wrist on the downfall and squeezed hard, the delicate bones shifting in his grasp, but the Talon wouldn't give up his weapon.

"Richard."

His smooth face was blank, so blank. What had the Court done? Damian reached out with his other hand, gauntlet brushing against the Talon's pallid cheek.

"Beloved."

A/N: The next chapter is explicit so you can find it on my AO3 or tumblr (both of which I've linked to in my profile)