sfw version of Talon Dreams since Tumblr likes to be funky about what’s allowed on here

Putting my own spin on Two face.

I feel like the Nolan movies did a really good job at starting him off as just a guy who got really screwed over but I think we could still go further with his character beyond the “funny coin man times 2” As I thought about it more I love the thought of him actually having to be two faced to the public and his personal life after the incident. Not mentally ill, not bipolar, or multi personality disorder just a guy who’s torn between being the same old good man Harvey dent and his real feelings about himself and the world around him after being mutilated by the court of owls. I personally don’t like how overused the joker is and I find the owls to be kind of underdeveloped.

Also feel free to ask me stuff about this fan batman project or share some headcannons or fanfictions. I love talking about this stuff.

Sascha watches The Godfather and the next day has to make absolutely sure that Roman doesn’t kill horses. Otherwise she might have to rethink this whole adoption situation.

For the record, his answer is “Ew, no.”

Also for the record, she’s seen Victor kill people*, and this is apparently perfectly fine and not a cause for reevaluating her parentage like potential ponycide would be.

And, yes, Roman probably could’ve tried a little harder to figure out how to put parental controls on her TV instead giving up in a snit after fifteen minutes, but seeing as she had already seen Victor kill people*, he wasn’t sure what good they would’ve done anyway.

*(Technically, they were mostly reanimated Talons, so exactly how alive they were by that point is debatable, but still.)

but did you get it? batman uncovered the whole court of owls thing when he was 8 years old but it was just his luck that he found their super secret chamber which was kinda forgotten? all dusty? but now it was just there? and they went hey why don’t we use it, it’s not like he’s coming back (spoiler alert: he did come back and the court of owls was no more)

A forever fave for me is Dick Grayson as Talon!!! Here’s an older and younger version, depending on the age he got stuck at forever. I wish DC used him more

As the World Caves In (12/?) - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary:A question is put forth, Bruce is faced with a difficult decision.

Author’s Note: another angsty chapter. Don’t worry, there will be more.

Pairing:Bruce Wayne x fem! reader

Warning:angst, that is all.

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The stains of red on her ledger from her time spent with them spanned back further to a dim time she preferred to forget. The mission had struck her interest instantly and Ra’s knew it without a firm acknowledgement from her. It had all been leading up to this, a thought in the back of her mind each day. To right the wrong and confirm the true agenda behind her family’s murder. Vengeance was a key motivator and a cruel killer of the innocence within the child from before. She knew to hold this sword would be the last part of her trauma reviving to live another day and extinguish the girl that was once there all those years ago. 

Bruce’s knowledge of the League was scarce, a slight encounter with a few assassins and whispers of the Demons’ Head around Gotham’s elite criminals. And so, unveiling all that was a part of her would ruin everything they’d built together since the moment they saved each other from a far greater destruction at their own hands.

Whispers of the pained cries and yells reverberated in her head. The orders and strike of a blade, ripping her skin for lost attention, something she would pay far greater focus to avoid in the upcoming training. Each day, working to be the better version of yourself; all to attain the revere of the teacher. To hold the title of the skilled and disciplined meant achieving the status of a shadow, including completing initiation. The first kill is-was always the most difficult. The hesitation and the voice telling you not to raise the blade. But you came this far, why stop now? You did everything in the name of your family. They were not offered the same mercy, nor were their innocence or good deeds regarded. Each time, each mission, she stared into the face of corruption and greed with the mindset of something far greater in mind; the people she was saving by preventing the anguish unleashed by these criminals.

In the veil of her thoughts that rushed through her mind, she managed to open the front door before collapsing against the hard wood and sliding to the floor. A dread washed over her body, a melancholy echo that wrecked her as she hushed cries beneath a shaky palm. Sobs wracked Y/N’s body while she breathed in and out, the image of Bruce’s disappointment fresh in her mind. Regret for having trusted someone when the facts pointed toward contradiction.

***

A pang struck Bruce’s chest, watching the close of the elevator receding to the top floor. The remnants of hushed whispers hinged a stillness within the air that his mind rewound to navigate. He flickered from the place where she stood with shaky eyes, clutching the drive tightly as it disappeared in his hand. 

His body moved of its own accord, travelling to the computer and logging the familiar details as he plugged the drive into the port. And it began.

The images flashed in his eyes, one after the other with each click. A flourish of files and photographs; assignment details, locations, collection data. From whom, Bruce wasn’t too sure. Save for blackened lines, the facts important to him was an image he stopped on. His heart dropped, bracing over the realisation coming to fruition.

The reflection illuminated in his eyes as he ran over the features once more. A branch of the past, a more youthful version of the woman he knew, but this one held a much greater contempt in her eye. A distrust of the world holding her guard up and close by to void off the hurtful grasp of the world around her. And with it, she held her weapon in haste, a forward act in for vengeance in this cruel world. Through all of it, Bruce halted, his hand moving from the screen as his head drew to the desk. The pieces of her left behind in the jumper she borrowed form him thrown over the work desk, or the sticky notes she left behind to remind him to eat and sleep, to do all of the things he often forgot.

The creaking of the elevator reached his ears and soon Alfred calling his name before Bruce recognised the man standing over his shoulder. Alfred’s voice grew hushed as he looked back at the screen. The masked figure, the bottom of their face covered with the eyes clear for them to see. The files rushed away, a hand pulling the drive out with a click as Bruce’s glazed eyes defaulted to his hands clutching the drive. Alfred had just left from the office after witnessing the fallen tears streaking her face as she halted in her step, a guilty look tearing her face before she stepped away and shut the front door behind her.  

“Bruce…” 

The man’s mouth shut in response, unsure of where to go with his mind torn between the truth and the image he had of her in his mind. What lies therein in the truth of what you know and have learned versus the supposed truth handed to you. How did one discern perception from facts when emotions were involved. Such strong feelings as these tied the strings around Bruce’s hands and heart as it constricted with an overwhelming pull toward the depths of uncertainty. Not knowing was something Bruce was familiar with, but always dismissed its choking hold and turning to uncover the truth.

“I don’t know what to do.” he confessed.

Alfred blinked, glancing down at the distraught on Bruce’s face. The glint in his eyes every moment they spent together, something he had become unfamiliar after his parents passing. The glossiness to Bruce’s eyes as he clutched the drive with a determination to hold the answer and yet it faulted with each tragic second. 

“I think you do.” Alfred murmured, “I think you know better than anyone. All of our actions are not what define us. Our past isn’t a clear track into our future. I think you know exactly how you feel about her, Bruce. You need to decide for yourself.”

A beat passed as Bruce exhaled and Alfred’s response arrived, a murmur in the quiet. 

“Do you want to know what I see in that photograph?”

“I see a cruel world. A girl trying to survive with the cards that she’s been dealt. If you care for her, you’ll talk to her. About why she is here.”

***

A stillness resided over the house, just as it had a few days prior. No word from Bruce solidified the answer in her mind to the latter of her presumptions on his impression. She had been afraid of this result all along, and yet, it was still better than the depths of her nightmares where the darkest realms of guilt and horror existed. 

Tears dropped down her cheeks, a huff escaping Y/N while she looked through the window into grim day sweeping the street. It was a brutal cold that bit at anything it could reach, sweeping the barren streets in a mist that nipped at your fingers and consumed your lungs. Although, the knock at her front door was more so a stilting event, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Y/N’s sight wavered as she caught the gaze of the person upon opening the door. 

A shaky breath escaped her, echoing his name as she stared at him, unsure of what exactly to expect. She closed her agape mouth and read his expression, gulping down her anxieties as she held the door open for him. He was in his right to answers, if that was what he came there for. She stared down at the coffee table between them, Bruce stood opposite, not moving to take a seat on the couch.

“Aren’t you going to ask if I…” he breathed, unsure if he was truly going to say it until she visibly recoiled.

“I don’t think I need to.” she gulped, “Whatever your reasons are for being here, I can’t-” she clenched her eyes shut. “I can’t fault for you wanting to know the truth. Whether you read it or not. I-I understand-”

“The betrayal? Guilt?”

His words struck her as Y/N whipped her head up, witnessing the masked calm in Bruce’s eye replaced with an intensity she couldn’t quite discern. She fell quiet, waiting for him to continue while he studied her closely. “You lied to me, and you never once said anything about it.” he wore an inquisitive look as he stood tall in his dark coat. “If there’s anything I know well, its loss.” 

She remained quiet, watching him with this unsure look that he hadn’t witnessed before. He wasn’t sure if she would blink with how she trained her focus on him, almost unassured if he would disappear at any moment and leave.

His throat grew tight while he restrained a shiver from the memories, “Alfred could tell you better, all of the summers I spent looking for something-somewhere to belong.”

Bruce looked over at her figure leaned against the bench, arms held to her chest, not protectively, but certainly guarding something rather close to herself. The unsettling silence between them was obvious with the shivers running along his arms. Discerning where they stood was just another uncomfortable conversation left unspoken. 

“I’ve been looking for something to give me purpose. The Batman was one part of it, but it was the people of this city that showed me who I needed to be.” he exhaled, “I needed something to run toward.”

He closed his eyes, squinting behind the burning sensation as the sight of her unshed tears moved him. “I don’t care about your past. Whether you tell me or you keep those parts to yourself…Your future is my privilege.”

She whispered his name, confusion filling her until he retrieved something from his pocket, revealing the tarnished remains of the drive in many pieces. Wide eyed, she flickered from his palm to his eyes, an almost dream-like state gazing upon the source of every tarnished memory.

“Why-you had every right to read it and to know.” her face twisted.

“I know the kind of person you are from here and now. I don’t need to know everything about your past to understand where you stand now.” 

She finally felt the pressure release from her chest, tears falling free before she felt Bruce’s arms pull her into his chest. Her fingers clenched around his coat, scrunching the fabric as she inhaled the familiar and comforting cologne.

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear those words.”

Bruce rested his chin on her head, sighing in relief “I couldn’t bear to lose you. I thought it over enough and through everything…you never hesitated. I am sorry I didn’t do the same.”

She shook her head, returning to catch his gaze “I wouldn’t have expected any different. You deserve to know.”

“And that is entirely up to you. I-I want you to do this on your terms. Not because of someone’s agenda.” his fingers wiped her cheeks, causing Y/N to gently shut her eyes and her breath hitched. 

She nodded her head encouragingly, truthfully walking into a path of acceptance and entrusting him with every part of her, “I’m ready.”

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As the World Caves In (11/?) - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: What is something earned over time that can be lost in a moment? 

Author’s Note: Comment to be tagged. Otherwise, slow updates ahead.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem! reader

Warning:angst

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“Bruce,” she spoke up, following closely behind his step toward the computer. The entire ride back to the Tower had been silent, the echoes of Talon’s voice reverberating in her mind and surely Bruce’s with the unsettling feeling between them. He shrugged the cowl off, the sound of her repeating his name and yet he remained in his own head. 

“The sins…of the father.” he whispered, cutting into her thoughts as she stared at him with bated breaths leaving her mouth. “This is what my family’s legacy has come to.” He whispered, “More lies than I can keep track of, it seems.”

A choked sound built in his throat while Y/N watched, hesitance behind her actions as he unravelled before her. 

“Alfred always talks of how great the Wayne legacy is…beginning to think it’s another thing they created.”

Her hand reached out to him, falling on his shoulder with his name falling from her lips. His head shot up, darting back to her at the sensation of her touch.

“What did he mean?” his lips set into a frown, an unsettling feeling sinking into her stomach. “He knew about your life outside of Gotham. More than I do-more than you’ve shared.”

She tilted her head, her shaky gaze flickering between his eyes. He lifted something into her sight, bringing forth the Riddler’s card, the one addressed to her.

“Anything else I should know?” he mused, allowing the card to fall onto the desk.

“Let me explain,.” desperation was clear in the tremble of her voice.

He huffed, leaning his gloved hands against the desk, “I thought we trusted each other. What aren’t you telling me?” his voice low.

“Bruce-” she stepped forward, freezing at the fury building in his eyes.

He exhaled deeply, “You want me to be honest with you? I expect the same in return." 

"I never expect you to understand my entire story, but there are parts of my life that I don’t share. That I can’t.” she gasped, holding herself up.

A hurt look crossed his face, “I-haven’t I been clear? After everything we’ve been through together and you come back to this?”

“You don’t understand.” she repeated, helplessly searching for reprieve as he seemingly exploded.

“I don’t! You’ve always seemed closed off, but-” 

“-This coming from Gotham’s recluse.” she finally bit back.

“At least I am honest about what I mean.“ 

Her eyes shook, “I have never lied to you in the time that I’ve known you, Bruce.”

“Omittance is still a lie.” he replied, swallowing his words.

She shook her head, “Why can’t you understand-” 

“Because, frankly I don’t think I know you all that well.”

“You know me.” she nodded frantically, “You do.”

“I apparently don’t even know myself. How is that for starters?” he replied, a bitter taste residing on his tongue.

“Bruce,” she pleaded, voice dropping to a whisper as he shook his head.

“I don’t know what I was thinking about this.”

“What do you-what do you mean?”

“How can I trust you? I clearly don’t have yours."  he shook his head.

"That isn’t true-” she pleaded with him, urging to grasp his hand when he pulled back once more.

“-Then what are you hiding from me? What-what are you holding so close to your heart?”

She stared at him, gaze unwavering as a silence took over the room. The unnerving lack of sound now that he paused jolted her as her heart thundered in her ears. 

"I never told you because I knew you would realise I was never who you thought I was.”

A beat passed between them as he looked down at her and the guilt laced in her expression, “How could you know that?”

"Because I’ve seen first hand what happens-” her voice strained, “Is it so crazy that I don’t want to be alone? I am afraid of losing you.” She dipped her head, gulping down the tension in her throat, “I have never intentionally lied to you, Bruce. Not out of spite…or hate, or anything of that kind.”

“Just…tell me the truth.” his gaze fell on her unsettled figure, waiting on an answer. 

Inhaling deeply, she wrenched the last parts of her resolve, “Please, understand I did this because I care about you, Bruce. I care about what you think of me.” She pulls something out of her pocket, reluctantly allowing it to drop onto the desk. His eyes flickered from her to the USB drive.

“You can read it all on there,” she exhaled shakily, “but I don’t care to see the look on your face when you’re finished.” gasping out the final words as she retreated from him to the elevator, averting her gaze to hide the tears wrenched from her eyes.

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As the World Caves In (10/?) - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: A lead takes a stark turn with the unexpected unravelling of secrets upon them.

Author’s Note: new chapter update from series. Will probably end at 16 parts. Comment to be tagged. Follows Court of Owls plotline.

Pairing:Bruce Wayne x fem! reader

Warning:canon-level violence, slight angst

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The rain settled over the choking harvest of the evening as the city rested and the felons came out. It was an unsettling resonance that trembled along the street’s alleys, a shudder running up the spine at an echo around the corner. Rain pummelled against the windows of a towering hospice, the shadows darkening further upon a closer look between the rigid windows caving inward. 

A window cracked from above, an opening to the outside as the rain dribbled through and a body dropped down. The figure slowly lowered their body from the line, waiting a moment before their accomplice followed. The room was empty, bare the furniture and table to the side. Looking at the Bat, she silently moved to the door, not wanting to alarm any person to their presence. Her hand slowly grasped the handle, opening it to allow a peek outside. The hallway was dark, an unsettling silence resting over the barren level. The pair glanced at each other, unassured and followed through as they cautiously stepped toward the room in question. 

A palpating noise thundered in her ears in front of the door, a hand ghosting over the blade on her back. Not a moment sooner, did his hand cover her’s and he looked down at her, sensing her hesitation and twisted the handle. The door fell open and her heart shuddered at the true darkness enveloping the room. A waft reached them, the choking smell of rot causing her eyes to water as Bats shone a light to the dark. 

Confusion fills her room, a shiver ran down her back at the sight of the people surrounding the grand table. The chilling silence blanketed by the vacant look in some of their eyes, others resting their heads blankly on the table. Her feet wandered, crossing to the nearest person. Bruce studied them, slowly moved around the table to capture every detail and more closely to the head of the table. Her hand ghosted a woman’s neck, a lack of warmth from the bodies.

“All dead.” she remarked, “Poison?”

Bruce’s eyes drew to the bowls and cups placed in front of them, “Something like that.” 

“The question is, who?” she glanced around the room, focused on the masks.

“It doesn’t make sense.” he paused.

She murmured in response, watching as he tilted his head and studied the layout. Something was missing from this setup, aside from the rest.

“They were a ghost not so long ago and now they’re all dead.” she turned to look at him pointedly. “What does that tell you?”

“In death, we take away your clarity.” he murmured, catching her gaze. 

***

Bruce steadied her as they reached the roof before he looked over her shoulder at a moving shadow in his plane of sight, the eyes watching him from the rooftop opposite. Following his gaze, Y/N locked onto the beady eyes and her resolve hardened before they both moved in tandem to slink toward the departing figure. The Talon moved quickly, but the Batman was adept at tracking closely as he grappled them onto the rooftop.

Flipping onto her front, Y/N pushed off into a sprint on foot, Bruce on her heels. The Talon is close as he flipped and somersaulted to stay ahead. She stayed right up there until she flipped, throwing a dagger to catch him off guard. His wince gave Bruce the right opening to grapple and wrench the assassin back. 

Wiping the blood from her mouth, she watched as Bruce and the Talon wrestle. The latter lands a blow that causes her to wince at the crack reaching her ears, a groan escaping Bruce before she moved forward and swiped her katana at his side. He dropped Bruce and turned toward her, releasing his own weapon to draw against it. He pushed forward and Y/N’s feet followed suit, losing her grip on the katana as he swiped at her hand with a claw. 

A gasp hitched her breath as she darted out of the way of a strike, rolling onto her feet. Wide eyed, Y/N somersaulted into a stance and reached out for her fallen katana as Talon’s fingers brushed the handle. The weight in her hand pulled it back to her as she held it firmly, staring down her opponent. The eyes studied her for a glimpse before leaping off again. Bruce’s fist hit him, throwing him off before Y/N’s foot struck his chest. The two worked in time to meet each blow with a powerful response, throwing even her katana between them. 

The final remark came with Bruce pummelled his fist into Talon’s windpipe, his back crashing against the ground with a final blow to the chest from Y/N. It’s not long before he’s restrained and the trickle of the rain becomes apparent along with the pounding of her heart.

The beady eyes stare back, a formidable wall that remains still and unmoving as Bruce’s hushed voice intercepts.

“You killed them. Why?”

A beat passed and no response was received before Y/N wrenched the mask off. Beneath it was a fairly handsome man with brown hair and a few scars littering his face. His expression was blank as he stared up at her and scanned before moving to Batman.

“What was your goal?” Y/N murmured, drawing the Talon’s attention with a twitch of the neck in her direction.

“I’m merely here to play to win. What are you doing?” he hinted.

“Not exactly a fair playing field when you pre-emptively murder your opponents.” Y/N chided.

“The Court of Owls doesn’t regard you as the threat you present yourself as.” drawing its gaze up. “You’re merely a speck in the line of millions that have come before. A cancerous cell to be cut out.”

“And the people in there? Where are the rest?” Bruce pressed, Y/N watching him in the corner of her eye.

A chuckle caught in his throat, the Talon resting on his knees “Always asking the wrong questions. Wouldn’t you rather know about your family, Bruce?”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed as his heart shuddered in his chest, glancing at Y/N in his periphery. The Talon turned to her, murmuring her name to watch her freeze.

“Their true part?” he paused, watching as the pair froze and a silence settled over the rooftop. “Both of your families have a history of philanthropy in Gotham. Surprise to no one, their hands are a little bit less than clean.”

“What are you talking about?” Bruce grunted.

Her grip was tight on the katana at her side, eyes shaking as the Talon tilted his head. 

A laugh left him, “History. It’s all fabricated and whatever isn’t well, how could you tell the difference? In time, you’ll come to know that going against the Court, your end is imminent, as is the lifeline of the city’s fellow victors. Your own family had a large part in favouring the Court of Owls’ long work. Generations have seen it through. We Talons have been the ones handing out their favour.”

“You mean taking away their free will.” her gaze fell to Bruce’s clenched fists, “Murder.”

“You talk as if they deserve any better.” he chuckled darkly, “What you don’t know about Gotham is the people, no matter where they’re from, they are all if not easily corruptible. Even the likes of you-a little incentive, and it all comes down.”

The Talon turned, his eyes lingering over her “What a surprise you were. After all that your family staked in this city.”  

The murmur of her name on his lips was unsettling, “Your return was nothing if not a reckoning.” striking a pang of nerves in Bruce’s chest at his words. Her eyes shook, refuting the claims with a clench of her jaw. “All of the names on your ledger,” he tutted, “The things I’ve heard…I’m frankly confused at the company you keep.” he smirked, “I thought we would suit each other far more-”

The next thing on his lips would refute everything she had built before she snapped, “I’ve heard enough-” she replied, stepping forward as a snap sounded and he lunged. 

Striking her katana aside, he pulled her against his chest. Her hands pulled at the sharp claws to hold them back as the grip on her neck tightened and she gasped out a choking sound. Bruce’s furious expression stared at Talon as he held her close to his face, raising a fury as he reached for his weapon.

“While I’d love to stay and go over all of this, including all of your little secrets, I’d better be going.” whispering the last bit in her ear as she seethed, pressing away. He watched Batman narrow his eyes before he pressed her closer to his chest and took a step back. As Bruce reached for his utility belt, the Talon leapt off the roof and into the darkness.

Bruce overlooked the roof, his arms supporting her as she caught her breath. She assured him, brushing the gloved hand over her arm with the unsettling remnants of the conversation residing. It was when he refused to meet her gaze that sent a pang rushing through her chest. A silence cut through the thundering in his chest as he turned away. She reached her hand out, his name a desperate whisper on her lips, with the sway of his cape against her fingers, the lasting impression of his departure.

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