Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

PART 100 WAHOO

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here's a little backstory to David and Dick that was supported by _GetTraughtOrGetDead 

David was hidden in plain sight thanks to the small device he'd stolen from Wayne tech. Instead of his usual sizely scar, harsh features and ginger hair, he now looked exceedingly boring to remain hidden. He now had brown eyes, brown hair and softer features. When he sat in the lobby of the hotel, he blended into the background of the socialites and workers. He'd gotten the intel that he'd be staying there tonight due to a business deal. The hotel chain would pay him to keep their company safe as long as he didn't blow up any of their chains. It was a rather good deal since he loved his TNT and his protection was one of the best in Bludhaven. That would be a problem since David's mission was to take out the man behind it all. Nightwing aka Richard John Grayson. He kept his eyes on his phone whilst he waited for one of Dick's lackeys to sign him in. Dick looked around at the hotel, marvelling it's decor and even assured the workers everything was okay when they messed up mildly. It wouldn't feel right to kill this guy, David could feel it, but he was being paid quite a lot for this job and his head would be on the line if he didn't go through with it. He could just add it to the list of hits he wasn't proud of. Still, it would make a great addition to his portfolio. Taking out the fallen hero of Bludhaven. He could get quite a few jobs with that. The group of guards moved with Dick in the middle of the group, laughing and joking with the men. They joked back and held a rapport with him nicely. David found that really weird. Why would a boss be like that around his employees? There was no real point in it. They were being paid to protect him so being nice wouldn't do much for them. People were in it for the pay nowadays. His eyes followed the group to the elevator, occasionally looking around to avoid suspicion.

After a few minutes, he walked over to the desk and presented an ID that showed he was the owner's secretary. "Oh, what can we help you with?" the worker asked. They were still a little shaken up from the visit of the quote-unquote villain. 

"I need to know the room Mr. Grayson is staying in. Scheduling issues have arisen and I've been told he likes to be told these things in person," he explained. They nodded, tapping on the keys, then gave him the room number. 

"Room 347, it's on the top floor. I hope he's in a good mood for you," they replied. David chuckled. He wouldn't be in a good mood but that wouldn't last very long. If things went to plan. He thanked the worker and took the elevator up. He put a bug on the panel so it wouldn't stop and to fry the security camera in there. He'd already done it to the few he'd encountered waiting for Dick to turn up. Whilst in the elevator, he took the device off and pocketed it. He checked his gun. A full magazine. That would do. David wondered how Dick would react when he knew he was going to die. He was very nonchalant when he was in danger, almost welcoming it from the stories he'd heard. But when faced with death, what would he do? He didn't seem like the type to beg for his life. More of the type to get angry about it. Maybe solemn. He hoped it was the angry one. The sad hits kept him awake at night. The ding of the elevator caught his attention and he sucked in a deep breath before stepping out into the hallway.

Once there, David glanced both ways. No one in the corridor. Perfect. He knocked out the next CCTV camera with a small EMP then carried on walking until he found the right door. He noticed the door to the next room was open. Great. He screamed at the top of his lungs and fired off a few shots before hiding in the room with his ear pressed to the door. He heard Dick's room door open and a few footsteps dash out. He then crept out the room and caught the slowly closing door to the next room. A few guards were left but they were easily sorted with a few bullets. He locked the door behind himself and stuck a chair under the handle to add to the barricade. David walked slowly through the room. It was more of a penthouse apartment rather than a hotel room which only made his job harder. Suddenly, there was a pop of champagne. He looked to the right, finding Dick in a robe with a champagne bottle in one hand and a gun in the other. They stared at one another. Neither made a move. "Drink?" Dick asked. The hitman stayed silent. He looked the man up and down. "I know, if I look this good with a robe on, how good will I look when it's off?"

"That's not what I was thinking," David answered quickly. This brought a grin to the villain's face. He walked out of the room and began to pour a drink for both of them. 

"The fact you feel the need to deny it is very telling," he said. He picked up a glass and held it out. "Can't I tempt you to a drink love?" he asked.

"Don't call me love," he snapped, glaring at the fallen hero. Dick rolled his eyes and drank his drink instead. 

"I've never liked a rude assassin. Though, it does make killing them all the more fun," he stated. He clicked his tongue after he took another sip. "Who sent you?" Silence. "Oh, you got paid a pretty penny to stay quiet on that. Or are you just the silent type?" He was growing more and more frustrated with the silence he was met with. "Although I love the sound of my own voice, I want an answer. You can either give me it or-." He rushed forwards, taking David by surprise, and kicked the gun out his hand. He picked it up, twirling it around then shoved it in his robe pocket. "I'll just blow your brains out and send bits of you to every person I know who can pay your fees. Don't make me chop up a wonderful body like yours." David sighed and put his hands up. He decided he wasn't being paid enough to keep things quiet.

"Mr. Decker," he admitted. Dick lowered his gun and picked up a glass. He stretched his arm out and offered the glass again. 

"Good boy." Deciding to cut his losses, the ginger took the glass and took a sip. His response surprised Dick, even if it was accompanied by a glare, but the look was quickly wiped off his face to be replaced with a smile. "Let's sit down and talk business, shall we?"

He walked over to the couch with both guns still on his person. He sat down and invited the other to sit down on the couch opposite. David did so, intrigued by what business the villain wanted. "What type of business?" he asked. Dick smiled at his interest. 

"You got further than any assassin so far. Having you on my side would be a great asset. Plus I could do with some eye candy around here," he answered with a wink. The hitman raised an eyebrow but didn't protest to the compliment. 

"Is that so? What's in it for me?" Dick chuckled.

"What do you want big boy?"

"A million per month," he stated. He looked the other up and down again subconsciously. He swore he'd hiked up the edges of the robe so he could catch a glimpse at his thighs. He wouldn't say anything though. He was enjoying the view. "Hmm, that's a little pricey considering I have two guns and you have none right now," Dick replied. "How about 800 and you get a place to stay?"

"And protection?" Dick nodded, leaned forward and held out his hand. "Deal?" David shook his hand.

"Deal. Happy doing business with you Boss."

"Oh please, call me Dick."

David dragged the body of another hitman he'd stopped and stuffed him in a chemical tub that would be thrown into the sea. Hands wrapped around his waist and soft kisses were placed on his neck. "Remember when you tried to kill me?" Dick asked reminiscently. He bolted down the lid as he remembered. 

"Oh yes. You wore that little robe," he answered. The smaller cackled against his skin. "And you paid me 800. Now I only get 5," he complained, twirling around.

"You get paid in other ways," Dick replied with a dastardly grin. "Speaking of, I think today is payday." He grabbed the taller's hand, leading him to the bedroom. David shut the door behind them, locking it. Yeah, not using his back up gun was worth it that day.