Dick is fifteen and a girl in this chapter.

Chapter 1: Memories

It's so cold.

It's so dark.

I'm laying on my bed- it's not mine but I like to think it is- staring at the ceiling.

I'm resting after another full day of training even though I physically do not need it, there is a serum coursing through my veins that makes me stronger and faster than a regular human being, it also allows me to heal any wound instantly even if it's fatal, most people would consider this a blessing, but it's not.

I am talon. The grey son of Gotham. Head of the talons. That's what I am told and reminded of every time I leave the coffin. I am still young though, only three years into my training, but my great-grandfather says that I am expected to be the best out of all the talons.

I've belonged to the court of owls since I can remember –I can only remember the last three years- but I know I had a life outside the court, that the court weren't always my masters, that I was more than just a tool. Sometimes I remember that time, a time when I wore bright colors and dresses, a time when I flew, a time when I laughed, a time when the sounds of bats was comforting.

But right now, right now I pray that something or someone would come and save me. Every passing hour that I am here I hope that the hazy people from my memories will come for me.

I honestly wasn't expecting it to come true.