Robin one shot part 3!

Another Davick AU

ginger300 here you go 

(also i'm not smart so this was taken from death in paradise sue me)

This scene was stumping Dick. He knew that he needed this mystery to work but he couldn't figure out if it was too fanciful or not. He scowled at his computer as he reread the scene. A man murders his wife and makes it look like a suicide. He does it by waiting for her to use the bathroom then grabbing a pillow from the bedroom and grabs his gun. He rushes her and puts the pillow against her chest so it silences the gunshot. He then puts her body on a towel and drags her towards the door. Before leaving, he puts the gun in her hand and takes the pillow with him. He grabs the edge of the towel whilst closing the door, dragging her body closer so she now blocks the door. The flaw in the plan is that he takes the towel with him, leaving a victim who went to shower with no towel and he shot her in an unusual place considering the suicide narrative he was trying to push. However, there isn't enough evidence so it wouldn't open a murder inquiry and it would be deemed a suicide. But could that really work? Surely there'd be some sort of human limitation to that. 

His scowling match with the computer ended when he felt his boyfriend kiss his temple whilst delivering his coffee. "Thank you, dear," he greeted, welcoming the much-needed caffeine. David smiled at him and draped his arms over his shoulders as he looked at the computer. His eyes glanced over the screen. 

"What's got you so upset?" he asked, finding nothing glaringly upsetting on it. It was just Dick's book opened not some article that degraded him for simply existing.

"That obvious?" 

"I've seen Karens give customer service workers weaker glares," he commented.

"It's just this scene. Even as Nightwing, I've never seen anyone do something similar to this. It might be too outlandish," Dick explained. "I've already written the scene but now I'll have to rewrite it which means I need to rewrite half the book so I'll be late for my first draft and then Marty will be on my ass about it and I must've written that drunk because it's a bunch of sh-"

"Okay deep breath," David interrupted. He sat beside his boyfriend and slid the computer closer so he could read through. In the corner of his eye, he saw the acrobat silently seethe as he drank his coffee. It was honestly rather adorable to see Dick pouting about it but at the end of the day, he was going to be up all night trying to fix it so something needed to be done to give him peace of mind. The hitman quickly read through the scene, marvelling at how well written it was as he usually did when he read his boyfriend's work and thought it through. "You're a hitman. Would it work?" Dick asked, looking over at him with big doe eyes. 

"Probably," he answered. Dick didn't look convinced by his response and huffed, chugging the rest of his coffee. He prepared himself for a night of rewriting and sighed. 

"Well, guess I'm changing everything," he pouted. He pulled the computer back to him and went to delete everything but was stopped by his boyfriend. 

"Don't get rid of it yet. You're tired and you'll only regret it in the morning. Can you work on something else?"

"Everything will turn out just as a bad," he complained. He slammed his head onto the desk and groaned unhappily, wallowing in self-pity. David patted him on the back empathetically and took the computer away, saving the work before turning it off. "C'mon, you're not gonna be the next Dickens when you're being a pouty baby."

"'M not a baby" he whined. 

"Says the pouting baby." He held out his hand which the acrobat took and pulled him into his arms, kissing his forehead. "Let's get you to bed."

"But I just drank a cup of coffee?" 

"Decaffeinated and laced with your sleeping pills, yes." He picked up the smaller who looked incredibly perplexed and walked to their bedroom. "You weren't sleeping. Desperate times call for desperate measures." It wasn't unheard of. Alfred had done the trick quite a few times with various heroes who refused to sleep. That's probably where the ginger got the idea from. He really needed to watch what those two were saying when they were together. They could be plotting a major sleep attack or something. 

"You're so lucky I love you," Dick warned. He was dropped onto the bed, earning a tired cackle, then was tucked in. He found the childish nature of it all funny to say the least but he was appreciative all the same. The thick blankets immediately warmed up the acrobat and the warmth made him even more tired. It felt great but he knew something that would make it even better. The hitman went to leave but he tugged on his wrist, keeping him from leaving. "Aren't you sleeping with me?" David kissed his hand with a smile.

"In a minute. I've got to do something first."

"And you won't be long?"

"I'll be back before you know it."

The next morning, Dick woke up after sleeping through the entire night with David's strong arms wrapped around his waist. He felt the other's even breath brush against the back of his neck and relished in the moment. He smiled to himself and turned around, pressing a kiss against the scar he knew so well. "Morning," he greeted. His voice was laced with exhaustion.

"Morning Dickie. How're you feeling?" 

"Better. Did you finish what you needed to last night?" David nodded with a smirk, earning a confused look. "What're you smirking about? You hate mornings."

"Figured out your writing problem and it does indeed work." The acrobat continued to look at him in confusion.

"How can you be so sure?" he asked. 

"No reason. Now go back to sleep, you've only had four hours."

Later that day, Dick had the TV on in the background as he was writing when he heard the breaking news jingle. He glanced up to make sure it wasn't a Nightwing emergency. "Breaking news, Congress Member Anthony Hunt was found dead in his hotel bathroom with the apparent cause of death being suicide. This follows the four women coming out with stories of sexual harassment regarding the Congressmen. More coming as the story develops." Dick's eyebrows furrowed for a moment and he thought back to what David had said. He wouldn't, would he? He'd complained about Anthony Hunt before to his boyfriend since he had a pretty strong army around him that was protecting him from the law. Had David done something when he went to bed last night? "Hey, babe? Did you kill a guy last night?" he called into the kitchen. 

"Told you it worked!"