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...
" the weather outside nips at my skin and the only thing keeping me warm is your bed "
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• He tried not to look as she walked to her room from the bathroom. Y/n scurried across the hallway with a towel wrapped around her body, holding her cloths.
Dick faintly noticed scars running along her back and he bit his tongue, not knowing how to react. He couldn't help but let his mind wander as he though of how she could've gotten them.
When y/n finally got into her room, she saw that Dick had left fresh cloths, neatly folded for her. She smiled as she dropped her towel, putting on the loose fitting clothes.
Her muscles ached as she rubbed he back of her neck. Y/n lay down on the guest bed, peering out the window.
The mattress was lumpy in some spots but the soft sheets and fluffy pillows made up for it. She felt something she hadn't felt in a long time: safe.
Usually, y/n had trouble sleeping but in this situation it was different. Now, she had fresh sheets, clean cloths and a rejuvenated body. She hated that it was Dick Grayson that provided these feelings.
Nonetheless, her body urned for sleep. Slowly closing her eyes, y/n cleared her mind so she could drift into a subconscious reality.
He stands there, broad and tense.
She waits for him, silent and complicit.
Apart, they are beautiful but together they form a storm of chaos.
Yet they can't stay apart
His lips touch her exposed shoulder
as her fingers run through his hair.
She cries out his name
while he presses against her, kissing her gently.
She feels the warmth that comes with his love.
But when he takes a step away she's left cold and shivering.
He shakes his head.
Dick Grayson clutches his chest, life draining from his eyes
He falls to his knees.
"Why'd you do this to me, y/n?"
His lifeless body lays on the ground
She screams in terror.
Her body jolted awake and she patted down her face, her heart beat slowly coming to a steady rhythm.
Y/n looked at her phone, seeing that it was 3:30 in the morning. She shoved her face into the pillow, a nausea feeling falling over her.
She felt wrong. It was disgusting of her to be sleeping in his bed, wearing his cloths and living under his roof while she was planing his demise.
Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes. Y/n contemplated going to get a glass of water to ease the feeling of vomiting.
Walking quietly into the hallway, her mind was in many different places. She watched her feet as she though about her dream.
As she imagined her kissing his lips she had to stop herself. What she saw wasn't real and the bone warming feeling was just an illusion.
But why did she want it to be real?
Why did she want to feel his touch?
They were basically strangers but after all that time watching him, she felt like she knew him.
Y/n never had time for school yard crushes or any romantic attraction but now, she almost craved it.
She stumbled into the kitchen, not realizing Dick was also there.
