Talon's week had gone by in a blurry haze. The heated interaction he almost had on the Jet with Rain had quickly extinguished thanks to Zatara's magic, and they hadn't spoken of it since then. In the interim days between then and now, Talon and Rain hadn't spoken, only glaring at each other in the halls or as passing ships in the training area. Talon knew that Rain was in the wrong, and he refused to be the first to try and make nice. But the longer it went on, the more that Talon wanted to have it out with him physically.
But the confrontation with Rain was not weighing the heaviest on Talon at this time. No, it was the sudden disappearances of both Gold Rush and Hex. When Talon joined the team, it was Gold Rush who had first really interacted with Talon, and Talon was a little starstruck, having known him from watching his commercials and exploits on Oracle's television set. Talon had been looking forward to becoming friends with him, and now he was gone. But even moreso than that, Talon was surprised at how hurt he was that Hex had left. Hex was Talon's first friend he had made on his own, and the ghost boy had opened up to him quickly. There was obviously something going on with Hex behind the scenes and between missions, he was seemingly distracted all throughout Talon's first mission. And now the boy who had talked to him even when he was at his most infuriated and embarrassed was gone. No explanation. Talon assumed they must not have been as close as Hex had implied.
Of the rest of the team, Talon had felt himself feeling more comfortable with a few of the others. He didn't know much about Brightheart, but Mirage and Zatara were much more willing to be around Talon (or at least put him at ease.) Talon even had put some time aside one day to watch some of Zatara's "vlogs." He was impressed at how many friends (Zatara called them subscribers, but Talon couldn't tell the difference) Zatara had. Even Metamorph had a more welcoming energy with Talon, although that seemingly would come and go - Talon honestly had a hard enough time picking up on people's energy, but with Metamorph, there was something even more complicated to it. Talon wasn't exactly equipped to diving deeper, and so settled with being friendly if not overly communicative (to Talon's level at least.)
The other complicated feeling that Talon had been dealing with was in regards to Nymph. Again her powers had gotten out of control, and Nymph had started to close up around the others. More than once Talon had lingered in a room hoping that she would want to open up and communicate more, but Talon was having little luck. Thinking his relationships had regressed before that even had a chance to grow, Talon began to withdraw and isolate, spending more time in the Library. It was here one day that a passing interaction he hadn't expected would start a catalogue of changes for Talon...
Now however, it was time to be briefed for another mission. Talon was expecting to be left out of the leadership role this time around. Probably it was a matter of taking turns, or learning who steps up and how. Talon himself however was, unsurprisingly, in a sour mood. Yesterday he had his second meeting with Black Canary. A one on one therapy session that had started after their previous outing. Although the first one went well, and Talon mostly kept silent, the second one had Black Canary dig a little deeper into who Talon had been, and who Talon was now. She spoke to him in sign language, and she was able to cut right to the heart of a lot of what Talon was feeling. Not just about the situation he was in on the team, but about how he felt about himself, and how he felt about the others. It was an uncomfortable conversation, and Talon was still struggling with a lot of Canary's questions from the night previously. He had sipped a mug of coffee at breakfast and nothing more, as the topic of the two new recruits (replacements for his former friends) pushed Talon out of the room to sulk.
Later, he and the team were lined up with Batman presenting them the details of the mission. This time they would be infiltrating a circus, and each of them would be responsible for coming up with an act of some kind. Great. The others all looked excited as the prospect of an exciting mission, but were interrupted by the arrival of the next two members of the team. The first called herself "Demonslayer" and she carried a Katana. Talon's eyes were drawn to the blade briefly. The second entrant was stone cold, who walked in on the phone, thick boots on her feet and an arrogant look on her face. She certainly commanded everyone's attention. She ruined it by talking. Talon rolled his eyes.
Demonslayer seemed pleased with her sword trick performance, and the other already was grating on him.Glad at least these two are having fun.
He thought to himself.