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...
" some say love is a drug but what we have is purely poisonous "
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• When she woke up, she found herself leaning on Dick's shoulder. Their legs were resting on the coffee table, entangled with each other.
Y/n gently shook him, knowing he was late for work. His eyes flustered open and he frantically stood up.
"Shit, what time is it?" He looked around, he saw his clock read 7:00. Groaning, he rushed to his room.
Y/n rubbed her eyes lightly, stretching out her tense muscles.
Dick was rushing to get dressed for the day and he was out of his room in a matter of minutes. Y/n had kindly prepared a toast with jam, giving it too him on the way out.
"I left a spare key for you on my dresser!" He mentioned quickly.
"I never thanked you for letting me borrow your clothes!" She called out from the door frame. Dick was had already started running for the elevator.
"Don't worry about it, they look better on you anyways!" He said with a wink. Even when he was running late, Dick Grayson still had time to squeeze in a compliment.
Y/n giggled, closing the door. She sighed, she liked wearing his cloths but didn't like it at the same time.
She changed into her old clothes as quick as possible before catching a cab on her way to Gotham.
It only took an hour and just under 200 dollars for y/n to be in the crime capital of the USA.
The Gotham air was nothing like Blüdhaven: it was stale and smelt of regrets. Y/n paced along the sidewalks trying to avoid cat callers.
She slipped into an alleyway, knocking at a heavy looking door. When a man opened it, his stern expression lightened when he saw y/n.
"Vines run through my veins and I swear to secrecy." She said the code phrase. The man stood aside, letting her through.
"Welcome to Holly's House." He said as y/n entered the best shop to buy poison. Holly's House was run by Holly Hutson; one of Poison Ivy's right hand women and a close friend of y/n.
Y/n walked to the back of the shop where the herbalist was working away. The raven haired woman was crushing plants when she noticed her standing there.
"Y/n, always a pleasure. What can I offer you?" She spoke with a heavy New Jersey accent. Holly didn't look up from her work as y/n sighed.
"Can you get me a poison that is untraceable and can make it look like natural causes?" She asked, crossing her arms. Holly snorted.
"Is The Joker crazy?" It was a rhetorical question, she stood up and examined her bottles, pulling one out. "This ones called the Black Widow, it's based off something that happened in Italy a while back, actually—"
Holly was known for going on and on about the history of her poisons but y/n didn't have time for that. She cut her off.
"That's great Holls, but I really need this poison. How much?" She started reaching into her pocket for her cash but Holly shooed her.
"For a friend, this ones on the house." She went back to crushing plants. Y/n raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" She was surprised, "no, Holly I can't just not pay you." Holly shrugged.
"It's not an expensive one anyways, plus, you do bring in a lot of business." She peered up, her glasses slipping down her nose, "now go before I change my mind."
Y/n nodded, making her way through the lounge of people snorting Holly's concoctions.
She looked down at the vial of poison and took a deep breath. She was really doing this.
