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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 1 year

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《Yandere Talon!Dick Grayson x Reader》

Talon Dick Grayson. A soldier for the Court of Owls. One of the most highly trained, ruthless, cold-blooded assassins in the selection.

In This Au: He wasn't able to be saved by Bruce, instead taken in by the court as a child soldier. Raised with knowledge and used in many missions, playing any part or role perfectly without missing a beat.

He was flawless in every single way, but tainted in his entire core.

People on the street swoon at his beauty and stature. Every step is graceful but calculated.

His smiles don't reach his eyes.

Often travels due to the missions he is assigned by the court.

Overall, he lives in a simple apartment complex in a middle to lower class apartment in Büldhaven. His cover, the real identity he threw away when he was taken by the court.

His neighbors like him, but not much is known about him. They chalk it up to him being shy and a private person.

He toys with his victims before their curtains close.

"You are way too.. What's the word..." You mumble, watching your friend stare at the glittering white curtains surrounding the ballroom. "Buff, I'm gonna be honest. You could easily become a heavy weight champ with your strength." You laughed, placing the white colored cream cake on the table.

You sigh sweetly at the table where the bride and groom would sit.

"Weddings, huh?" Dick asked, side-eyeing your sweet expression.

You hum at him, "Yup, someday.. Hey, who knows? Maybe you'll find your own partner someday, too." You state, glancing over at your companion. Their eyes a little to brigh for your liking.

[Ta-da!!! I have to go through all my drafts and either delete them or finish.. Aughhh, it's my spring cleaning...]

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what0smart · 9 months

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Been thinking about Talon Dick Grayson

I like the idea of something or someone interrupting an attempt by the court of owls to mess with his head, but this only happening when the process is almost completed. So the end product being as emotionless as the court wanted him but he still has all of his goals and still cares for what he loves from before

It’s one of my favorite tropes of a very caring person who is just a wall and emotionless. It also makes for cute situations where it’s both difficult and easier to understand how he feels. Harder in that he can’t express himself cause he’s just a tool but easier that he’ll have to use action to show how he feels which can sometimes be easier to read

It feels different from most Talon Dick Grayson stuff I’ve seen cause most is like he’s a blank slate almost, but I like the idea of the old Dick still being there memories and all he just can express himself and solves problems much differently

#talon!dick grayson #talon!dick #dc comics #headcanon #alternate universe #dick grayson #nightwing #talon dick grayson #richard grayson

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croren · 2 years

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School in a day . . . yay. Anyway, have some Talon!Dick. :)

#digital art #my art #artists on tumblr #dc #dceu #dick grayson #nightwing #robin #comic book #fanart #court of owls #talon #talon!dick grayson #Batman

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msfcatlover · 7 months

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Can you tell me the about the talon jason au?

YES! Yes, yes, yes, yes yes!!!

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 Talon’s Grasp, my all-time favorite Talon!Dick fic, specifically for how it handles the conditioning & Dick’s escape.) I just… snipped the Joker out altogether, and had Shiela betray Jason to the Court directly. They wanted Robin, after all, and she’d been out of Gotham for so long that even if she had contacts to know about the “wanted alive (or else)” bounty on Dick’s head, she probably wouldn’t know any of the details. She’s embezzling funds, she’s being blackmailed, she’s kinda on the run, and here’s the son she never wanted offering to help her with whatever problem she has, insisting they won’t even need to get his rich new dad involved if she doesn’t want to because Jason can handle himself; she doesn’t need to worry about him, because he’s Robin.

The Joker isn’t involved at all. Shiela calls her old contacts herself.

(CW: heavily referenced if not described brainwashing, torture, medical abuse, dehumanization, and depersonalization ahead.)

They’re not happy. Jason’s not the Robin they want, but he’s seen/heard too much once Shiela tricks him into the meeting, and they might as well get something out of this meeting. They fake Jason’s 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 Jason’s arms before pumping him full of experimental healing drugs so they can stick a new one on and don’t 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, doesn’t move right, and that he knows he should not have anymore. He’s not ready, his body isn’t chemically prepared for the procedure, so they keep dragging him back to the medical area, talking over him like he’s not there, and when Jason fights back, the punishments are brutal. There’s 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 won’t 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 doctors’ 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 it’s a hefty price indeed.)

Jason does hold out for an impressively long time. First it’s because he thinks he needs to wait to be saved; they break that hope by showing him his own funeral. Then it’s 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 they’re just using Jason as a trial run; he knows they’re 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, he’s… he knows he’s here for a purpose. Protecting someone. Someone the Court will also make Talon if he fails—no one should go through this, and that person is (warmth & sunshine, bright smiles & sky blue) is important, and he can’t… he can’t fail. He can’t 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. He’ll keep them safe.)

And then. The Court gets what they want.

Jason doesn’t realize it at first (of course not, who tells a Talon anything?) He doesn’t 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, “Dick Grayson?” (He didn’t 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 it’s not until he knocks the Talon down that he realizes it’s only fighting defensively—and only because it stops fighting altogether. It just lays there on the floor, staring at him through that blank hood. “Dick Grayson,” the Talon says again, and this time Dick can make out what almost sounds like confusion in its voice, “You shouldn’t be here.”

Dick doesn’t 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 Talon’s neck out of the corner of his eye, thinks of how hoarse the Talon’s 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: “The other Talons, they were very formal, full names only. ‘Richard Grayson, the Court of Owls commands’ blah-blah-blah. The Owls just called me Grayson. But the Talon who helped me called me Dick.” “Do you think it was someone you knew?” Tim asks. Dick manages a weak, humorless laugh. “I don’t know, Tim. Maybe?” Dick thinks of the scars again, the breathy rasp of the Talon’s voice, and swallows. “Gods, I hope not.”)

It’s 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 Court’s prisoner, and… and what if they try to take Dick again? No, no, can’t let that happen, can’t 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.)

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 won’t 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 I’m still trying to fill; I can’t promise this will ever resolve into a cohesive, fully narrative fic one day. But! I’m 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 you’re interested.

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faeriekit · 9 months

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If y'all are a fan of Talon!Dick Grayson fics, healing/recovery fics, unreliable narrators, adoption fics, inhuman biological features and/or cloning fics, might I recommend investing in Abberations by Peltonea? It's certainly got my brain worms excited for more.

#dc #batfam #fic rec #talon!dick Grayson #talon!dick #sorta #it's complicated

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lazaruspiss · 1 year

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JayDickWeek Day 1 - Reverse Robins (+Talons from day 4)

@jaydick-week

#jaydickweek2023 #jaydickweek #jaydick #jason todd #dick grayson #reverse robins #reverse robins au #talon dick #talon dick grayson #talon!dick grayson #my art

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nivousniv · 1 year

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damn brain worm with this guy

#dick grayson #talon!dick grayson

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gangrenados · 1 year

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being talon dick’s ex but he still loves you and secretly keeps an eye on you.

one day he hears you telling someone that you love them. he kills them before they can even respond then corners you and threatens you at knifepoint to take those words back. because you’re only allowed to love him

Warning: mentions of murder, toxic relationship. This is an unhinged version of Dick aka an AU, beware.

Due his history with the court, talon!Dick has no idea how to deal with human experiences such like relationships and breakups.

He "understands" the basics, it's not like he can explain it, but he feels those primal and raw emotions that end up taking over him.

When you were together Dick showed his love to you like a loyal dog, he might've a hard time communicating his feelings and thoughts (the court only teaches their soldiers to kill and fight, not talk after all), but he was there to provide protection, to give you whatever you needed.

Dick'd have done whatever you asked him to, and also he would've get ride of anyone who dared to mess with you or the relationship.

He was territorial, possessive, but he had such a burning love for you that was enough to drown you in it.

Perhaps him being so overwhelming all the time was the reason to make you leave, all the fights that lead nowhere, being isolated since Dick thought everything was a threat to your safety.

You left for good one day, but Dick founded you and he won't make the same mistake again. Well, maybe he could have a clean start after dealing with that asshole you were with, the one who was receiving all the love you were supposed to give him.

Dick's blood boiled with pure anger, but he had to wait to strike and get ride of that pest before getting you back. And he did.

Dick didn't cared about your screams or cries, no. It doesn't matter if you liked it or not, but the fact is that you're his and no matter what you're going to be together.

#talon!dick grayson #yandere!dick grayson #dick grayson x reader

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child-eater-iii · 10 months

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New au idea :)

#art #watercolour art #dick grayson #talon!dick grayson #talon!dick #talon au #my au art #nightwing #dick grayson art

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thychesters · 2 years

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dickbabsweek2022 | come and go with me. day 2: trust ; 3.4k

“I’m not the one who’s afraid,” she says. There is no edge to her tone, though. No mockery. If anything, there is a question in the minute furrow of her brow.

For the first time in a long time the opportunity to make a decision for himself presents itself. It carries with it no guarantees, no promises, but that doubt takes root and slowly bleeds into something else he has not felt since he was alive.

“You have plans,” he muses, tilting his head again. His neck clicks too many times for him to sound even remotely human, and it shows in a brief flicker in her eyes. They’re green. He does not remember what his used to be. His fingers carefully flex, talons drumming against the delicate skin of her throat before he straightens them out. He pulls them away slowly, enough she can take a breath without him touching her. The still threat lingers. She does not drop her hand. “You can … help me.”

Her grim determination melts into a frown. The corner of her lip is a sneer. “And why do you think I would ever do that?”

read on ao3.

#dickbabsweek #dickbabsweek2022 #dickbabs #barbara gordon #dick grayson #talon!dick grayson #kate writes #**#here we go again with a court of owls au!

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detectiveforfree · 1 year

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having fun trying to design talon!dick

#dick grayson #talon!dick grayson #talon!dick #design is my passion but not necessarily my strong suit hah #my initial thought of trying to fit wings under that cape proved harder than i thought

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bad4amficideas · 2 years

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Talon!Dick x Bat!Reader

#moodboard #earth 1t8 #earth 1t8 aesthetic #talon!dick grayson

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 6 months

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DPxDC. Talon Dick. Part 2 of Danny Fenton is a new master of The Court of Owls

~Hail, Emperor, those who are about to die salute you~

Danny was terrified when he got the body of Talon in his morgue. The Court of Owls was notorious for leaving no trace after work. But Talon, a young man only a few years older than him, did not look like a mindless killing machine at all. Of course, the first time he had a couple of stab wounds from his new acquaintance but after numerous assurances that his help would remain their little secret and that he would not inform his superiors that he had fucked up on the mission, Talon began to trust him a little. as one dead boy to another. In a few months, most of the Talons come to him for first aid, and of course he got attached to the guys. After all, Gotham is not Amity Park and without the other dead ones around Phantom felt a little lonely. It was nice to give these poor people a few quiet minutes. Danny’s assistant has warned him many times not to mess with the Court of Owls, but Danny are Phantom and from the first time he met one of them he was planning to lose his temper and beat the boys' bosses to free them.

Fenton was not prepared to lead the Court of Owls. Even if Danny got his education as a villain he never thought he’d work according to his profession. But leave a whole den? nest? of creatures turned into weapons he could not. Of course, the best choice after defeating the leaders of the Court would be to destroy the entire organization. But Danny couldn’t do that.

Talons were killers, means of intimidation, even if not of their own volition. They will be killed (again) or sent to prison for the rest of their lives. Talons needed safety and a good therapist, not all of this. Danny’s scared, and he doesn’t know how to take care of them, but the others won’t do it. People are afraid of everything different. They won’t care that these dead are just victims, they’ll only see monsters. He could be half-human, but now he has to think like a full ghost. Talons are dead like him. And they have been dehumanized, tortured, used. People can be cruel. To do the right thing, he has to protect them.

It was difficult for Danny to identify likes and dislikes of his new friends because they always had the same facial expression and were taught that they had no feelings. Bullshit. Danny’s parents also think ghosts have no emotions, but they just have wrong theories and do not manipulate them to make ghosts think the same. Well, maybe it’s because they don’t think ghosts can think at all, but still! So, Danny know that number three loves strawberry jam, and number five always steals some of his cereal, and number 11 always gets closer to the music column to enjoy the sound. And he also know that the Talons weren’t fully fed in their organization because they definitely have problems with their digestive system, and he is going to fix it. Vlad said that he had trouble taking human food for only a few months after the portal accident, and some of the Talons were dead for years and still use injecting nutrient solutions. When a Dead Man can’t have a couple of spoons of treats, well, that’s a crime.

He needs to find a way to consult with Frostbite and conduct a full-fledged health diagnostics for his 'minions'. And he needs to settle the paperwork so guys have a legitimate reason to live in the Infinite Realms.

~~~~~ Danny: Hey Jazz, I’m in trouble. When can you come to Gotham? This time I don’t mind hearing a little advice.

~~~~~

Even though Dr Fenton smelled like death and blood all the time, the smell was different. And this difference was enough that something dead inside them swore allegiance to this Owl at their will. Not that they had it, of course. Weapons don’t have free will. But at least pretending to be able to choose is nice.

The new Master was weird, but in a good way. Not that this Talon know more about what is good than any other Talon. Ah, Di- Talon had a headache. Anyway, serving him is right. They all feel it..And feelings matter!! Well, they are not supposed to have them too but… looks like the young owl didn’t mind.

Master was not angry at how Talon № 4 frowned when the master had to pull a bullet out of his shoulder, and he missed Talon's sweet laughter when it saw the battle of Signal and Spice King on TV. The only times he raised his voice to them were when they were trying to threaten people near the master. Looks like this owl wanted to instill fear on his own. Strange. Usually there was always an enemy of the court who had to be hunted down and destroyed.

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Danny: See, when you kill people, you do not make it easy for me. First, I will need to examine the bodies and write the report of their death. Second, if their souls remain restless, they will become my problem again. No more trying to get the cashier to have a heart attack. He said they ran out of the product I needed, not that he’s cursing my family for the next millennium. No one wants to see any more angry ghosts in Gotham. Me after a 24-hour shift is enough, okay?

Talons were alarmed. So far the master had shown no signs that he might want to completely break one of the weapons. But what if this owl is planning on punishing them for all their mistakes at once when he’s really angry?

Talon is not supposed to show initiative or empathy. But Talon 12, who suffered an injury in the course of a mission with old owls, has not yet recovered. They inadvertently hid it when the leadership changed. 12 has not yet met Doctor Fenton, and they do not know whether the privileges of medical care are retained now when they belong to him. So far, the Master has been rather careless about their movements and a few of them have slipped away for a while to check on a fellow. They didn’t lie if they weren’t asked about another weapon, right? They shouldn’t be punished too severely when the Owl finds out. Talons were hoping that Doctor Fenton, who was not in a hurry to look at the document of the court, would allow them not to write off the damaged thing. № 12 was an old and experienced weapon and could train beginners even if it has only one hand now.

Well, that was the plan. Talons allowed themselves to become too careless. Terrible mistake. Even the Owl that is usually nice to them remains dangerous. They need to find a way to satisfy their young master. Young Owls always have anger issues, not that Talons can judge.

The youngest Talon shared information that he sometimes had flashbacks of a working red bird who always had a murderous expression until he got to the coffee pot fluid. And it's non-Talon past was never afraid of this bird. The chick could always be calmed with this dark liquid. Coffee is something that will return the master to the favorable mood!

Talons rejoiced at this remarkable discovery and decided to send one of them on a mission as soon as possible to get rid of the potential danger.

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Danny: Thanks for the coffee, man. Hey, you also took another drink, judging by the dollars in the check. I'm so proud of you! How it was? Good?

Talon thought for a second and nodded. Yes, it was good. He didn’t drink the drink himself but when a coffee shop employee wrote down his order with a trembling hand, a boy appeared in the door.

This boy, now almost a young man, he was from his memories. Another coffee was automatically added to the order.

On his way out, Talon walked up to the sleeping chick and gave a cup to him. Even without opening his eyes, the bat’s cub sniffed and sucked the drink. Dick chirped with delight and patted boy's head, ignoring the frozen people.

That's a true magic drink which is commanding the minds of the powerful of this world. Yes, it will help them for sure!

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Danny: See, Jazz, Dick’s making progress! He went to the coffee shop today. That’s great, isn’t it?

Jazz: First, don’t call him that, we’re still not sure that’s his name and not the way Owls used to insult him.

Danny: Hey, the fact that he hissed when you called him Richard proves nothing. I don’t like being called Daniel either, or, over my dead body, Dan. I have to call him something. They’re all Talons. What are your suggestions? Jazz: We’ll talk about this later. Now back to the coffee question. Danny, did you forget anything when you let Talon go for a walk? Danny: Which one? Jazz: Don’t play dumb! Did you open the news headlines today or not? This is serious! Danny: What? Shit...civilian clothes. I didn’t think he’d wear a combat suit for it. Jazz: Didn’t you give them outfits for everyday use? Danny: Yeah, I did! But they still wear their Halloween outfits. All the time. Look, it’s not my fault they take everything I say as an order. When I asked them to make the tea and our teapot broke, they broke into some guy’s house and stole it. Jazz: Which guy? Did you at least apologize? Danny: One of Hood’s goons. I’m pretty sure he’s already met Dick on patrol, 'cause the first thing he did called Jason and start crying about being followed. Lucky for him Red was at my house that night and went to calm goon down. But I swear to you, Dick was a little shit on purpose. Of all the apartments choose his? Nah, such coincidences do not exist.

Jazz: I could be happy that he’s getting more independent in his decision making but now I feel like I have to offer the poor guy a discount therapy course.

Damian: Drake, we need to talk. I know about your investigation. You suspect one of the Talons is our missing Grayson. I’m willing to provide some evidence in exchange for… Tim: I don’t suspect, I know that. Damian: What? Where from? Tim: Well, the quadruple somersault was a good hint. And the fact that the Red Hood ran from him through the streets screaming that he wouldn’t take lunch from a damn golden child is also a tip. Damian:...Not a word to my father until we know more, right? I don’t want my older brother thrown in Arkham. Tim: Agree. It’s not like he doesn’t have a memory problem. He wouldn’t have made Alfred worried if leaving was his choice. We need more information.

Meanwhile in Gotham, Alfred aka the only one batfam member with more than one functioning brain cell *on his way to his first grandson and future husband of his sweet angel Jason*.

Danny: Jazz, we need to clean this house right now. Jazz: Since when do you start spring cleaning? Danny: I don’t know how to explain, it’s not a ghost sense, it’s more an unexplained sense of danger. Where’s the vacuum cleaner?

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Talon №5 stood in the knitting shop in thought. What color would the little mistress prefer? It should remain useful even if the Owl does not give them direct orders. Knitting a cute sweater for mistress Dani would be a good start. Yeah, that color’s gonna be perfect. And maybe it should stop holding those needles like a weapon, it makes the cashier nervous, and he wants to pay without saving a civilian from losing consciousness.

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Danny became a little alarmed when Talon threw himself at the old man standing on the porch. To his surprise, the Briton readily embraced the bird, and Dick let him. Talons who stood behind Danny happily chirped. Making their youngest member happy things always meant something good.

Alfred: Gentlemen, good afternoon. I guess I should thank you all for taking care of my dear grandson. Would you let me come in for a cup of tea?

#dpxdc prompt #dpxdc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dpxdc au #talon dick grayson

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