#talon!dick

[jar-of-rocks]

you can take the boy out of the circus... CLICK FOR QUALITY LOL

talon!dick get out of my skull, please (alternates + doodles under the cut)

since robin wouldn't be his name..... lol i have no idea what it would actually be. he'd probably workshop it for a while.

[talon-grayson13]

Hello Birdie...

- @danny-nightingale

Hi…you’re Tim’s..friend right.?

[talon-grayson13]

[He perked up a tad at the mention of a place for Hiram. He gave a small nod.]

Can I please.?

[He leaned into the hair ruffle, pressing into the hand for a moment. He relaxed taking a deep breath. He’d be safe. He’d be okay]

I don’t want to serve the court anymore..I want to be free but I don’t know how..I have a you I am the talon for but I don’t think he’d want to leave either..

- @talon-grayson13

...

Where are you? Don't worry about other me, I'll come get you. I promised I'd protect you from the court if you wanted that and I plan to keep that promise Birdie.

[graytodd]

🎃In this dickjay AU Jason {has never been Robin} is an underfed petty thief who lives alone in a basement flat when in a Crime Alley he witnesses a murder done by a shadow; that shadow was a Talon ~

[soranatus]

The Court of Owls has sentenced you to die

Dick Grayson as Talon In Tales from the Dark Multiverse: Batman: Hush (2020)

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what I need to write? Ex-Talon Dick mentioning some stuff idly to his teammates or the league or whoever about how he can't feel certain things or getting up from definitely lethal injuries all fine. And then Jason 'joking' about the time he got beaten to death and blown up, or the time Batman "died" (was in the timestream) and the people connecting the dots.

The batclan are all different types of immortals.

They've connected the dots!

They haven't connected shit.

[hood-ex]

One thing I do like about reading Talon!Dick fics is seeing which elements people reuse. Whether Dick can talk or if he just makes animal noises. Does he wear claws or doesn't he. Does he wear eccentric clothes or not. Does he wear makeup or not. Does he make his own choices or does he only follow orders. Is he particularly protective over a member(s) of the family or does he keep his distance. Does he respond to his given name or to Talon. Is he particularly sensitive to the cold or not. Does he use his knives or does he take on the escrima sticks. Is he scared of the Court or isn't he. Does he befriend the Titans or does he not branch out socially. Does he have glowing gold eyes or are his eyes normal.

Much to consider when writing Talon!Dick.

[xenazaria]

Need a fic with Talon!Dick, some version of amnesiac-assassin or became-red-hood-early Jason, and JJ!Tim where none of them were ever Robin but as Bruce deals with the groups they WERE taken in by he adopts these children that he knows could have had a better life if they had the chance.

Meanwhile a Damian where Talia sends him to Bruce as a toddler or baby slowly gains an army of older siblings.

Bonus points if it's Battinson Bruce

[clockwaysarts]

I don't have wings on the mind, I don't know what you mean. Been slowly poking away at this. Getting ever closer!

[dianorayopi]

Super assistant au pt2

[lingi-15]

[talon-grayson13]

Does anyone know how to fix feathers..shredded some of mine..want to fix it..I tried glue but it burns.

[002yb]

Oh, but Talon!Dick and priest!Jason

Dick is overthinking about how he is corrupting Jason, that poor innocent and pure priest

Jason just thinks his slowburn with the hot bird man is burning too slow, he want to do more than hold hands and chaste kisses

Catholic guilt has got nothing on this man. Father Todd? The thirstiest of priests. The visual of this man sitting on the stone steps leading up to his church, all dressed in his priestly vestments while chain smoking and bouncing his heel in agitation because this wonderful fucking monstrous abomination won't fuck him is so ahhhhahaha.

Just a series where Jason is so ready to give his life over to sin and depravity for this night terror monster, but it'd seem while God might be forgiving, the devil Jason's ready to kneel for is not. The irony.

There's so much blasphemy below the cut.

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The tradition of lighting a candle to represent a prayer? Jason lights all of them. Call it an SOS. A beacon to father, son, holy spirit - Jason is begging.

Talon appearing from out of nowhere and snuffing candles (Jason's prayers to get down and dirty) and Jason just stares, jaw dropped and wide eyed because 1) this is God's will enacted in such a vicious way and 2) Talon hasn't got a damn clue

Poor guy just thinks he's helping reduce Jason's risk of death by fire, but also? He's saving his own eyes because it is bright

More thoughts and shenanigans:

The first time Talon sees Jason, Jason is praying. Sat in one of the pews, rosary in hand and with the diffused colors of stained glass slanting over his skin - a touch of moonlight; something soft in the night

It complements the first time Jason sees Talon - standing before the alter. Contemplating it. Trying to bathe in that same light that made Jason something holy, only Talon feels nothing. Too tainted. Too wretched.

Only where Talon hid when Jason looked up into the rafters or into the dark shadows of the church's architecture where Talon was, Jason doesn't. It's a profession thing, of course, but also? It's Jason. He sees someone hurting - he goes to them.

Which leads to a scuffle with Talon getting Jason pinned down against the alter, hand around his throat and drawing blood and he flinches because it's Jason - bathed in moonlit glass again, pure and good and Talon falters

Which Jason takes advantage of, because he might be a holy man but he's no schmuck, thanks. So he flips them off the alter and pins Talon to the floor, wild-eyed and with bared teeth. Not so much to intimidate, but because Jason renounces violence but still finds some thrill in a fight

So it's just them. Jason in his black priest robes sat smugly atop Talon, one of Gotham's more horrific legends. One foot pinning Talon's bicep, the other his wrist.

But Jason saw it in the way Talon reacted to his own violence - it wasn't intentional. It was a learned reaction, of which Jason has many; he can't judge.

That doesn't stop him from getting cheeky with it (with teasing Talon for spooking him). In that same vein, it doesn't stop him from getting a little freaky, either (inviting Talon for some wine).

That's exaggerated. Jason would probably take care of Talon, first. Which would genuinely spook Talon. Who would repeatedly come back and Jason would accommodate. Just a slow crawl, slowburn romance that reaches a head when an injured Talon comes to Jason bleeding and in need of help and yeah

And more:

Where during the will-they-won't-they stage where Jason is desperation incarnate, Jason hides out in the confessional booth to breathe because he wants Talon so damn bad and Talon just won't.

And Jason knowing it's not a matter of not wanting to, just that Talon...can't, or something along those lines.

Talon sitting in the opposite booth, only a thin partition to separate them. Him knowing that he's upset Jason because Jason's been huffing and puffing about being teased for too long and being frustrated and Talon is sheltered, but with Jason he's quick to understand the meaning of wanton - it's Jason.

Jason scoffing because Talon has nothing to ask forgiveness for, go away

But Talon stays because: 'not yet.'

Which, oh?

Then they talk about where Talon is with everything. And it's such a heartfelt, romantic and tender sentiment. Loving and reverent that even when Talon parts for the night (or as dawn approaches), Jason stays in the confessional. Head in his hands to hide how he blushes.

Because from Talon's perspective, there's no cleansing a soul like his. He's something damned, something ruined.

Misguided. He's someone who's been hurt. He's someone who's hurting.

'That's why you won't touch me?'

'It would be sacrilegious.' Because for Talon, Jason is sacred.

Vaguely related, but Talon refusing to let Jason be a lamb that bleeds for him. Jason and Talon having extensive arguments discussions about how God isn't that way, how Jesus paid that price, how with faith something something etc etc. Basically, Talon not understanding religion or faith. But also? Finding some sort of religion/faith in Jason??

This reply is lengthy, so parting notes on shenanigans and tomfoolery:

Talon flipping up Jason's priests robes out of curiosity one day and Jason startling and flustering so bad. Of course he's got pants on, but omg wtf

Jason preparing for communion. Wine? Check. Tiny breads/crackers? Che- no? Jason scrambling around because he knows they're somewhere. And that's when Talon shows up out of nowhere beside him, munching on the metaphorical body of Jesus fuuuuuuuuccc---

Similar to the above, but Talon fucking around with the vestibule/holy water. Only it's something that no one can get mad at because Talon like - brings birds to it for a bird bath or something and it's cute

Tbh forgot this was initially a post about thirsty Father Todd, whoops. Just to round it out though, something something Jason laying back on a pew and pulling Talon over him. Being crowded in that narrow space, but Jason shivering in delight as they fool around (it doesn't get far, of course lol). Jason getting all breathless because his collar is too tight and Talon stripping Jason down, just undoing the collar and robe and spanning his hand beneath it. Pffft Jason thinking he's going to get his tit fondled, but Talon's really just feeling Jason's heartbeat.

Also, were this a horror/mystery story:

Talon listening in on confessionals and carrying out kills according to how he knows Jason feels about them

[tidsw]

Does anyone have any good fic recs where Dick is a talon?? but like, ones where he's already a talon and him and the family are adjusting. Or fics where it focuses on Dick struggling with basically hibernating in the cold, or being sensitive to light and stuff. pls pls :D

[aniquinade]

the court had kept him enslaved; a shackled god with death and love demanded, carefully bound to serve in name of the owls. he had not known what he was.

no longer, never again. death was his to bestow as he pleased. that was what his prince always told him, the laughing prince of smiles who had shown talon freedom.

he studied the bloody, mangled organ in his hands. it had once belonged to his grandmaster.

i have want for a love as red as death, talon thought. all i wished for was this. it was you that worked to deny me.

the voice in his head, the one that called itself dick, sounded impossibly far away. more distant than it had ever been before. talon didn’t care. a grin was already spreading across painted brims, lipstick soon smeared by his wandering tongue. he raised his gaze from the thing in his grasp, one last time . . . and locked eyes with the man that had stolen his own.

now i have both. his love, your death.

isn’t that just hysterical ?

crimson splattered over the gold of his armor, the pale of recently bleached skin.

talon giggled madly as he crushed the heart he no longer needed.

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 91

 “Elnath Peril Nightingale, I love you but what the fuck.” 

Danny was tired, he was really tired and could really use his partners’ help if they’d stop laughing at him. They were supposed to be lying low, they’d literally hopped to another world specifically to not bring attention to themselves. 

Yet here his darling clone-child was, beaming up at him while also holding the hand of… he isn’t entirely sure what they are except for some sort of undead. Some sort of undead who couldn’t sheath their claws and who had bright yellow eyes currently filled with utter befuddlement. 

 “I made friends! They were on the fire escape and this one was hurt and needs stitches. They have really weird yellow-ecto though…” 

 Ah. Yeah, that did sound kind of concerning. Maybe. Damnit he’d need to call Frostbite.