dick grayson x reader ⚠︎︎ kill order

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" a savior, a hero who lets his demons swallow him whole "

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She followed
him from a distance. Dick Grayson was on his way to the Blüdhaven docks. Y/n stayed hidden in the shadows as she watched him.

There were three men there, clearly minding their own business, transporting shipments onto a boat. Their evening was most likely going fine until Nightwing showed up.

"Stop loading those shipments!" He ordered and the men looked at him funny. The citizens of Blüdhaven weren't used to having masked figures around.

"Shouldn't you be in Gotham?" One of them asked, jokingly. Nightwing didn't find it funny. He took out his dual staffs and they both sizzled with electricity.

"Look, man. We're just trying to do our job." The second one mentioned, "we don't even know who these shipments belong too."

Nightwing pressed his lips together, he was frustrated. Y/n watched him put his staffs away at just the wrong time.

"You got me! They're my shipments!" A chuckling voice rang throughout the docks. A chill ran up y/n's spine. 

Out of the shadows, the Riddler and his goons appeared. He laughed canonically as his men went to attack Dick.

"What do you call something black and blue but red all over?" He snickered, holding his question mark cane. "Ha! The answer's Nightwing—once my men are done with you at least!"

Nightwing scolded, swiftly defending himself from the four men attacking him while the dock workers continued to load the shipments. Y/n wasn't one to judge though, a pay check's a pay check.

When she gazed back at Nightwing, there was only one man left. His staffs buzzed as electrical currents rolled off of them. The hero swung them into the goon's chest, causing him to fall back.

He then proceeded to kick the goon where it hurts most. He finished him off, knocking him out with a punch to the face.

Y/n nodded, analyzing his fighting techniques and although it would be fun to kill him in a physical fight, she would rather be tackling his body in other ways.

As she pondered, she realized the best way to finish him would be something close range and unexpected, like gutting his stomach, or even poison. Y/n stood up and started running back to her apartment, where she knew she would be able to get his attention.

She caught her breath, gasping, she hadn't run like that in a long time. She leaned against the brick wall and smiled when she saw a man walking.

"Excuse me!" She called out to him. His head turned around; he was young, strong build, dark brown hair. "Sorry, but can I ask you for a favor?"

"Depends what it is." He crossed his arm. He was perfect for y/n's plan as he naturally looked the part.

"I'll play you 200 dollars to do it." She stated with a smile, knowing she had successfully pulled him in.

They stood in the alleyways and he nodded as she finished explain. Although, y/n pulled out a knife from her boot and held it to his throat.

"I swear to you, Roger, if you rat me out and say I paid you to do it— I. Will. Kill. You." She lifted the pointy blade off his throat, maintaining eye contact.

Roger gulped and nodded. Y/n snickered, it was almost too easy. She took a deep breath, listening for foot steps from above.

It was time. She looked at Roger there plan was a go.