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...
" a liar is what I am, but trust me just this once, I promise "
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• The bat growled, still keeping his mask on even though everyone in the room knew it was Bruce Wayne under there.
Dick took a step back from the box as Batman crept closer to the girl-assassin.
"How come you're not in any of our databases?" He questioned as y/n sat down on the cot. She ran a hand through her hair.
"It's because I don't exist." She said simply, her upbringing was a touchy subject and not one she shared with strangers. She sighed, knowing they didn't trust her, so she had to start being truthful.
"My name is y/n— I don't have a last name. I'm 22 years old." She stated, "I was raised by mercenaries, you might even know one of them." Y/n took a shaky breath.
Dick flashed her a sympathetic look as Batman remained stone cold.
"Who?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/n blinked, swallowing any anxiety she had left.
"Slade Wilson." She explained as both their eyes widened. Her mind went back to when she was young; ruthlessly being trained to become an assassin.
"So he's like your dad?" Dick inquired but y/n only shook her head. She rightly gripped onto the bedding on the cot.
Typically, childhood memories were fond to look back on but not hers.
"Far from it. I haven't spoken with him in years." She sighed, hugging her arms. Y/n tried glancing at Dick, trying to get him to move on from the subject.
"How do we know your not lying?" Batman spat, "you could be plotting this with him— that there's no secret employer."
Dick didn't add anything, he examined his feet and waited to hear y/n's response. He was still trying to process everything.
"You don't." She answered, "it's up to you to trust what I say but believe me when I tell you Slade and I haven't talked in years."
She closed her eyes for a second, reminiscing all the pain and tortue he has brought upon her. The scars, the night terrors, every ounce of evil in her body was because of him.
Batman didn't look impressed, y/n needed to show them that she was trustworthy, despite all the things she'd done.
"Please, let me help you find the man who hired me." She shot up from her spot, looking at Dick who moved closer.
"You risked everything by dropping that bowl of soup." He turned around to talk to Batman. "I trust her."
She smiled sweetly, putting her hand back onto the glass, mouthing 'thank you.'
Dick stared at Batman who couldn't decide what the best way to deal with the situation was. Keeping his arms crossed over his chest he offered a solution.
"You'll stay at Wayne Manor, you will have no contact with the outside world and you will be wearing an ankle monitor." He narrowed his eyes, scanning y/n for any type of emotion he could use against her.
She smiled, "got it. I'm on house arrest." She joked, clearly not helping her in the situation.
She stayed in the glass prison until Batman came back with an ankle monitor, slapping it around her ankle.
From there, an old English gentlemen escorted her to one of the many rooms, where she would be for the indefinite future.
