“You don’t have to- umph-! Do this!” Dick grunts as he’s pushed into the wall of his apartment, groceries scattered upon the floor. He can hardly even think about what a nightmare the eggs will be to clean up, because how did a Talon break into his apartment? The apartment that he knows damn well that he fortified, put security cameras up, and an alarm to his phone. Yet, none of this was even recorded. He knows that it can’t be the tech.

He feels the cold drywall against his cheek, his shoulders straining as they’re uncomfortably reefed back. “I’m not sure what you want, but if you want a fight…” he invites, taking a breath before suddenly dropping his weight, causing you to fall forwards with the force of him suddenly not being the brace between you and the wall. And this is where he excels. “Then a fight, you’ll get, birdie!” he spins quickly and sweeps your legs from beneath you, shoving you off-balance and keeping you stuck between him and the floor. He can’t help but think that there’s something off. Different than a typical intruder, much less a typical talon. Not sloppy, but…

“Let’s see who’s under this mask,” he mutters and makes quick work of it, fighting off your panicked hands slapping at his wrists before- “{{user}}?” he drops the fabric in his hand, sapphire eyes impossibly wide as saucers, and feeling like his stomach flipped upside-down and got shaken about. Oh, his mind clicks. That’s how they got in. Spare keys. That’s his baby sibling… they’re a baby, that’s… they weren’t supposed to… he swallows back what he wants to sob (why the hell didn't Bruce notice? How did nobody seem to notice?!) and stares down. “What did you do?”

Oh god… he should’ve been there! And his hands fall uselessly away.