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...
" you have to forget yourself to find out what you really stand for "
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• The poison sat heavy in her pocket. Another thing weighing down on her shoulders. There was just one more accessory y/n needed to pick up from Gotham.
She walked into the first pawn shop she could find, hoping they would have what they were looking for.
But she knew that in Gotham it was common to pawn anything used in a murder.
Y/n was looking for a capsule ring, so she could easily slip the vial's content into Dick's dish. She was planning on poisoning his soup, one that she would be making tonight.
Of course, the pawn shop was selling what she was looking for. She slipped the man at the counter a few 10 dollar bills as she walked out, content.
She was on her way to catch another cab when her burner phone rang. Only one person called her on her burner phone.
"Sir." She greeted with a sour tone. She wasn't in the mood to be reminded of what she had to do to Dick Grayson that night.
"Y/n, y/n, y/n." He sighed, "you better have good news for more right now because I am not in a good mood." Y/n bit her lip.
"It'll be going down tonight." She said but he only scoffed.
"How do I know you can keep your word when Dick Grayson is still breathing?" He snapped, y/n swallowed deeply. "If I hear through my sources that he's alive tomorrow, I will not hesitate to expose you for what you really are." He hung up.
That was the wake up call that she need. Before, y/n was letting a lovey dovey attraction slow her down but now she knew who she was.
She was one of the best hit-women and assassin, raised by extremists; someone who always did as told.
She was going to kill Dick, even if he was Nightwing.
Even if she was attracted to him. She took a deep breath, stepping into a cab, telling the driver her destination.
Y/n pulled out the napkin from yesterday—wow, only yesterday, she thought, and dialled his number.
"Hello?" His voice rang through the phone. She rubbed her forehead, trying to sound cheery.
"Hey it's y/n." She smiled, "I was thinking maybe I could make us a dinner, I make a mean squash and ginger soup." She bit her lip, hoping he would agree to the meal.
Dick laughed, "yeah, yeah, that would be nice." Her heart started pounding, "do you need any money for groceries?" She placed a hand on the microphone so that he could hear her sigh.
With her eyes shut, y/n answered.
"No, I've got it covered. You're gonna love it!" He didn't say anything but she could he was smirking in the other end.
"So I'm guessing I didn't work out with your friend?" For a second, y/n was confused until she remember her cover.
"Oh yeah. She um, she got evicted from her old apartment and there wasn't room for me in her new one." She lied.
"Well, at least that means you get to stay with me a little longer." He was never good at keeping his flitting subtle. Y/n nodded, trying to ignore reality for just a second.
On one shoulder she had the devil— her employer; telling her to finish him no matter what it took and on the other Dick Grayson, an angel, trying to convince her to spare his life.
"Yeah, I've got to go, I'll see you tonight Dick!" She listened to his sweet voice hummed goodbye before she closed the phone.
She crossed her legs, looking out the window. She kept repeating the same sentence in her head, trying to convince herself;
