𒊹︎ᴋɪʟʟ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ𒊹︎
-if you're into a slow burn romance.... stick around.
also a bit of enemies to lovers....
-sorry if you don't like it :(
-this isn't just a romantic story so it might not be to your liking
-there will be mention of of sexual things...
" cold water washes away my sins but the devil is still in my thoughts "
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• His car had heated seats and y/n felt like she could finally relax. She watched the city pass by from the window as Dick didn't say anything. She respected how he understood boundaries.
"Thank you for letting me stay with you." She mumbled as she had a lot on her mind. She knew in a few short days she would kill him.
Y/n had finally picked how she was going to kill him; poisson, one that couldn't be traced in his system and that she could easily get from a herbalist in Gotham.
"Don't worry about it." Dick shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. His fingers tapped against the sterling wheel to the faint beat of the music playing on the radio.
"I don't know how long it'll take before I find another place to stay." She mentioned, playing into the role of a helpless girl but she was much more than that.
"You can stay as long as you like." Dick offered, as they pulled into the parking lot of his apartment. Y/n sighed while nodding, hugging herself as they walked. It was a chilly night and she couldn't wait until she was getting warm at the equator.
She followed Dick up to his apartment, despite already knowing the way there. She waited for him to wiggle his key into the lock and open the door.
"After you." He let her walk in first. Y/n, of course had already seen the inside but had to act like it was new.
"This is nice, I didn't know cops had such a good salary." She tried breaking the awkward tension, as Dick walked around this house, giving her a tour.
She couldn't keep her eyes off him, something about how he talked put her in a trance. Her ears buzzed as she tuned him out, until she noticed him laughing.
On his cheeks formed dimples while his nose scrunched up and y/n's heart shuddered.
"Then this— is the guest room." He lead her to the spare room. She scanned the space and it was simple; a mattress pressed against the wall, a small dresser and a rug in the center. Also somewhere she hadn't put a camera.
"Sorry it's not that nice." He apologized as she shrugged.
"I've slept in worse." She admitted.
"Are you hungry." He asked, leaning again the door frame. Y/n shook her head, running her fingers through a strand of her hair, twirling it around.
"Well if you need anything, just let me know." He mentioned, flashing a smile. She nodded, drowning him out again before snapping back into reality.
"Can I use your shower?" She wondered out loud, she knew that he wouldn't say no to her. He nodded, slipping away into the kitchen.
As y/n sat in Dick Grayson's bathroom, she couldn't help but feel torn. He'd shown her incredible kindness that she never thought she would receive.
She stripped away her dirty, worn cloths and slid into the shower. Y/n let the cold water run along her naked body and drip down from the ends of her hair.
For a nice loft the water pressure sucks, she joked while splashing her face. She rubbed the soap over her body as she heard the door open.
She quickly put her arms over herself, covering up her body until she noticed Dick standing there, covering his eyes with a towel in hand.
"I brought you a towel." He left it there as she got out to dry off. She looked at her reflection, not recognizing the person in the mirror.
