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...
" I thought the world was going to end when you learned about the real me "
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• Waking up in the morning, he was still expecting to see y/n sleeping in the guest room even though she made it very clear she was leaving.
Dick sighed, rubbing his eyes, his home went back to be a lonely and quiet loft. He was about to step out to head to work when he saw a letter sitting on his doormat.
The envelope read Richard Grayson. Confused and cautious, he picked it up, opening it to see what was inside.
He pulled out a small typed letter that was, of course, addressed to him.
He raised an eyebrow, he didn't even know who sent him a letter. That building was right next to his. He pulled out his phone and called in sick for work, on his way to investigate a different type of case.
Dick took the stairs, impatient to see what was involving y/n. She was sweet, kind and someone who didn't seem to get into a lot of trouble.
His phone rang, "Dick." He announced, waiting for who ever was on the other end to pick up.
"It's Bruce." Dick rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath as he went down another flight of stairs.
"Who is y/n?" He asked as Dick stopped in his tracks.
"She-shes a girl I met." He kept a few details to himself as Bruce grumbled.
"I got a letter stating to not let her near you and that your life was in danger." His voice was emotionless, typical Batman. Dick sighed, he could barely wrap his head around what was going on.
"Yeah, I got something similar. I'm going to check it out now." Bruce was about to say something but Dick cut the line between them, hanging up.
He hurried over to the apartment building right next to his, slipping into the elevator. He ran across the hallway looking for apartment 366 and when he finally had a minute to catch his breath.
Knocking against the door, nobody answered. Dick placed an eye over the peep whole, trying to look inside and from what he could see, it was empty.
Taking a step back, he kicked the door down. Dick walked in and at first didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
He started going through drawers to find anything that would tie y/n to the apartment but the only thing in found in there was an empty bottle with a black spider on the label.
Then he noticed a computer on the bed. Dick opened the screen but it was password protected. He cursed as he didn't have any of his old hacking equipment with him.
He made his way to the window, peeking past the curtains and to his surprise there was a clear view to his loft from there. His stomach began to feel uneasy.
Right next to the window was a dresser cabinet, it's doors slightly peering open and he was lured into opening it.
When he did, though, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Dick was staring at a wall, filled with pictures of him, red yarn attatching to different places.
There was the buger joint he went to get take-out at, there was a picture of Brassiere Café and most shockingly, a red string connected to a sticky note that read; Dick Grayson is Nightwing.
Dick didn't want to believe that this apartment could've belonged to y/n. He placed his hands behind his neck, placing the room. Did that mean whoever lived there also knew Bruce Wayne was Batman?
All thought that it wasn't y/n's apartment left his his body when he saw her figure standing there.
They stood in silence just before Dick pounced onto her, putting his arm around her neck, in a headlock from behind.
Her nails clawed at his forearms as she gasped for air. Dick narrowed his eyes,
