The Talon!Jason story is really heavily inspired by All Birds Have Talons, a fantastic little oneshot which got my gears churning with possibilities (as well as Talonās Grasp, my all-time favorite Talon!Dick fic, specifically for how it handles the conditioning & Dickās escape.) I just⦠snipped the Joker out altogether, and had Shiela betray Jason to the Court directly. They wanted Robin, after all, and sheād been out of Gotham for so long that even if she had contacts to know about the āwanted alive (or else)ā bounty on Dickās head, she probably wouldnāt know any of the details. Sheās embezzling funds, sheās being blackmailed, sheās kinda on the run, and hereās the son she never wanted offering to help her with whatever problem she has, insisting they wonāt even need to get his rich new dad involved if she doesnāt want to because Jason can handle himself; she doesnāt need to worry about him, because heās Robin.
The Joker isnāt involved at all. Shiela calls her old contacts herself.
(CW: heavily referenced if not described brainwashing, torture, medical abuse, dehumanization, and depersonalization ahead.)
Theyāre not happy. Jasonās not the Robin they want, but heās seen/heard too much once Shiela tricks him into the meeting, and they might as well get something out of this meeting. They fake Jasonās death with Shiela, the bomb, flesh too charred to get a DNA reading off of, a dangerous amount of blood, and hack off one of Jasonās arms before pumping him full of experimental healing drugs so they can stick a new one on and donāt end up with a one-armed Talon. (It never connects quite right, and Jason is always a little clumsier and a little bit number on that side.)
Jason wakes up in the labyrinth, fighting off the drugs & shock, with an arm that looks dead, doesnāt move right, and that he knows he should not have anymore. Heās not ready, his body isnāt chemically prepared for the procedure, so they keep dragging him back to the medical area, talking over him like heās not there, and when Jason fights back, the punishments are brutal. Thereās also plenty of classical conditioning, trying to train him to do what they want one step at a time.
(He loses fingernails & teeth, because those are easy sources of extreme pain that wonāt damage him in the long term, but he does piss them off worse. Jason learns that broken bones hurt worse when forced to heal too quickly. Spitting in one of the doctorsā masks cost him color in his right eye. The shock collar was just to make him put on the hood originally, but eventually they just⦠left it on. Food can be bought only with cooperation, and itās a hefty price indeed.)
Jason does hold out for an impressively long time. First itās because he thinks he needs to wait to be saved; they break that hope by showing him his own funeral. Then itās because he needs to escape, though his attempts all come to naught. In the end, Jason hangs on because he listened when the Owls talked over him, and he knows theyāre just using Jason as a trial run; he knows theyāre planning to go after Dick. The longer Jason holds on, the longer his big brother will be safe.
Conditioning corrupts that, though. Memories fade, names slip through his fingers, heās⦠he knows heās here for a purpose. Protecting someone. Someone the Court will also make Talon if he failsāno one should go through this, and that person is (warmth & sunshine, bright smiles & sky blue) is important, and he canāt⦠he canāt fail. He canāt let them down.
If he can just be a good enough Talon, that person will be safe. (This is what carries him through the training, the treatment, the cold, humiliation, and death, death, death, death, death. He can do it. He can be good enough. Heāll keep them safe.)
And then. The Court gets what they want.
Jason doesnāt realize it at first (of course not, who tells a Talon anything?) He doesnāt realize it until the base is under attack, all the Talons are woken up and sent to defensive positions, and he finds their newest prisoner in the middle of an escape attempt. He freezes for just a second, hands on his knives, trying to make sense of this. His voice is still hoarse from scarring and flat from disuse when, for the first time in well over five years, he says, āDick Grayson?ā
(He didnāt even know he still knew that name.)
Dick has been fighting Talons since he got here (and is pretty drugged up himself,) and acts on instinct. Dick strikes out, and itās not until he knocks the Talon down that he realizes itās only fighting defensivelyāand only because it stops fighting altogether. It just lays there on the floor, staring at him through that blank hood.
āDick Grayson,ā the Talon says again, and this time Dick can make out what almost sounds like confusion in its voice, āYou shouldnāt be here.ā
Dick doesnāt know what to make of the Talon that helps him escape. Dick does try to help the Talon back (raiding a bat-safehouse to check both of them for trackers and to change their clothes. The Talon seems hesitant to change out of the uniform, even when Dick turns away and promises not to look. Dick still catches just a glimpse of the old scarring on the Talonās neck out of the corner of his eye, thinks of how hoarse the Talonās voice was, and feels sick.)
The Talon stays with Dick all the way to the back entrance of the Batcave, but when Dick turns to ask if they want to come in, the Talon is gone.
(When Dick tries to explain everything that happened to the rest of the family will be the first time he realizes: āThe other Talons, they were very formal, full names only. āRichard Grayson, the Court of Owls commandsā blah-blah-blah. The Owls just called me Grayson. But the Talon who helped me called me Dick.ā
āDo you think it was someone you knew?ā Tim asks.
Dick manages a weak, humorless laugh. āI donāt know, Tim. Maybe?ā Dick thinks of the scars again, the breathy rasp of the Talonās voice, and swallows. āGods, I hope not.ā)
Itās not the last time they meet, though. Not by a long shot.
(The Talon cannot go back to the Court, not after having the greatest failure possible dangled in front of its face, stealing the Courtās prisoner, and⦠and what if they try to take Dick again? No, no, canāt let that happen, canāt let this happen to Dick too, not after everything. Never, ever, ever again.)
(And gradually, the Talon begins to find Jason Todd in the graveyard of his own mind.)
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I have several scenes I really, really love drafted (the moment when Dick convinces the other bats to see Jason as an ally. The moment Jason realizes what his connection to Dick actually is. The entire sequence where Dick finally realizes who Jason is, who Jason has been this whole time.) I also have a few concepts that wonāt seem to go right on paper, like a final confrontation with Cobb, and Bruce finally seeing his second son face-to-face for the first time in years.
And it is, like most of my stories, full of holes Iām still trying to fill; I canāt promise this will ever resolve into a cohesive, fully narrative fic one day. But! Iām happy to ramble, and nothing helps me fill in the holes faster than getting to talk through things with people! So please, feel free to ask more if youāre interested.
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The Talon points to Jasonās bright, smiling face. āā¦if he came back, like me. Monstrous and blood soaked. Killing countless people, because they told him to. It would be a trick. Everyone would know it was a trick. It wouldnāt be him, it would be an imposter, and you would be incensed that they insulted his memory like that. Youād never trust him.ā
Itās the most Dickās actually heard the Talon say in a single sitting.
āHeād still be dead, and it would hurt you. I wonāt do that to them. Let me stay dead.ā
āItās your call,ā Dick tells him, feeling his own heart ripped in two.
The Talon nods. āLet me stay dead,ā he repeats, and picks up the nearest packed box with only a single glance at the pictures on the wall.