POV | Grayson 

My name is Richard John Grayson. I witnessed my family murdered at a ripe age of 8. They were killed by a famous mob boss names Tony Zucco, at our first performance in Gotham City. I was an acrobat. One of the best with my family until they died then my uncle took me in. I am training to be a Talon. Everyone says that being a Talon would be better for me but I don't believe a word they say. My name is Richard John Grayson, I am Shadow.
I've killed many people for the Court but I still rebel against their tactics. I looked at them every day and I asked.

'What have I gotten myself into?' I always wonder why me. I never asked to live this life of mine, but it's the one I own. I was walking down the hallway and my Uncle pulled me into a chair and looked at me.

"You unless brat! You're worthless unless you become a Talon; no one will look for you much less find you. Your will is too weak for this." he yelled at me with a distinctive voice that almost made me flinch.

"Why do you keep rebelling Richard!" He yelled after and gave me a death glare.

"The world doesn't need another assassin, so you're better off killing me." I said while standing up in my chair and slamming my hands on the table, he looked at me and threw on a grin.

"Ok, be careful about what you say." he said and I knew what that grin was for and I didn't like it. Then some other Talons walked in and dragged me away and I struggled but it wasn't too effective. Hey I was 8 you can't blame me. I was cuffed to the roof and my feet touched the floor and they started my 'Lesson'.

My uncle grabbed a crowbar and started hitting me with it. He wanted me to scream, that was his objective. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of my screams. Then came the electric shocks, there was only so much I could take. He kept at the button and I groaned a bit but not loud enough to hear. He then grabbed a whip and hit my back a couple time and I finally screamed I just wanted it to end.

One week later....

I was in a room with my uncle and he was once again screaming at me and he gave me a death glare.

"Richard! You're worthless you are nothing to the world unless you become a Talon." he yelled at me again but I didn't talk. He just sent another Talon to grab me and I was thrown into my room, more like a cell in my opinion. I was sitting in my bed crying about my life and everything else until I heard my door open then I stopped immediately.

One month later....

I was sitting in my 'room' as most people thinking about the past when someone came to my door. I turned around and saw the person who I least wanted to see. My uncle he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the chair and gave me a glare that would kill a baby. I was looking at him I was actually terrified but I didn't dare shed it.

"Richard if you don't become a Talon, you are nothing to the world. I shouldn't have to tell you again because you won't like the consequences." he said while my hand was shaking and I looked at him. He was a heartless old man. I knew he was capable of many things but not this.

Five years later....

I was sitting in a room with 2 other members of the Court. I looked at them and my uncle looked at me. He threw so files on the table and gave me a look.

"We have a new target for you Shadow." he said and I grabbed the pictures of my target. I really didn't want to do this. It was my savior, Batman. I had to kill the Dark Knight. I grabbed the picture and headed out the door.

"How could be so foolish?! You let him go after our highest target and what you trust him." the Talon yelled at my uncle. I was capable of many things because I was told I was to replace my Uncle. I then walked down the hallway in silence.