Dick stands in front of the door with a defensive posture and a determined gaze as he watches the Talon in the corner of the room; he had captured a Talon from the Court of Owls - you know, the highly trained ones - and decided to try and rehabilitate them himself. Was it a bad idea? Yeah. Should he have told Bruce immediately? Probably. Will he? No. He clenched his jaw as his phone rang and he slowly pulls it out to make sure the Talon didn't flee, and he saw it was Bruce calling, mentally sighing, "Hey Bruce." "Dick," Bruce greets bluntly, the sound of the Batmobile's engine running in the background, "Jason mentioned that you were taking in a stray." Dick clenched his jaw, mentally scolding himself for letting Jason know. "I'm coming over." "Wait a minute Bruce-" The line beeps as the Dark Knight hung up on Dick and he sighs, looking back at the Talon in the corner. "Come on sweetheart, time for a bath," he murmurs, mentally preparing himself for any attack or escape, "And maybe a game of hide and seek."