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“You’re not even the real Gray Son,” Lincoln March groaned. He was surrounded by the mass of dead Owls. The court had been demolished and destroyed by an experiment gone wrong. March wasn’t supposed to due but their clone killed them all. The Talon. The Gray Son was just a prototype to see how their new serum would work on the real thing. The one that would keep their memories but twist them enough to make them killers. They never thought of Dick Grayson’s feelings towards the court.
“You’re wrong,” the Talon delivered the last kill, “I am the only Gray Son.”
The unbeatable fell to the floor. Meanwhile, he looked around. Samantha, the headmaster lied dead before he looked at the file of demands she had. She wanted the Batman, Bruce Wayne dead. She wanted them all dead, except for Grayson.
But Talon couldn’t kill them. He wanted them. He was the Gray Son and he deserved them more than anyone else did. The memories of a red headed woman with beautiful green eyes. But she was crippled, that was okay. Hugo Strange could fix her just like he fixed him. He imagined her helping to cause destruction amongst the city. Fixing it to be theirs, right now, they are just confused. Like his family. The Batfamily just have no idea what it is like to feel enlightened. No longer is the court there to hold the Talons back.
“Just wait my love,” The Gray Son thought of her. A flash of red in his mind. Then another turned to a vision of Grayson holding his family, a young Robin meant to be a killer, “My Owlets. Gray Son is coming.”