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 can't forgive me for my choices before I forgive myself "
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• Y/n folded her cloths onto the bed as she wore a Wayne-appointed robe.
There was a slight breeze coming from the balcony doors and she hustled to shut them, the weight of the ankle monitor dragging her down.
As she turned around to slide into bed, Dick Grayson stood there. She was happy he was there but she didn't know what to say to him.
"I guess you were right, we barely know each other." He joked, referring to the conversation they had the night before.
Y/n nodded, making her way towards him but ended up only sitting on the bed. She looked at the space next to her then back to Dick.
"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you." She folded her hands into her lap as Dick ran his fingers through is hair like a makeshift hairbrush.
He could tell y/n wanted him to sit next to her. He shuffled his feet over to the bed, looking deeply in her eyes. There was still apart of him that couldn't believe she was a contracted killer.
"Was everything just a lie? Your ex-boyfriend? Your friend in Gotham?" He asked as y/n quickly snapped her head away, sighing.
"My ex-boyfriend was fake but the friend in Gotham was real." She stated, tracing her hand on the soft bed comforter. "I'm also not a university drop out from Central City."
Dick nodded, placing his hands behind him, shifting his weight. "So you really were going to kill me." He breathed out, "what stopped you."
Y/n could feel her eyes glazing over, she didn't want to admit that it was her attraction that made second guess it and even though she wanted to be done with lying, a small white lie wouldn't hurt anyone.
"Most of the people I've been hired to kill are the scum of the Earth, drug lords, sexual predators, other murders." She listed off, steadily looking at Dick Grayson's perfect face. "But you, you're different, you're not..." She trailed off, getting lost in his eyes.
"A bad guy?" He tried to fill in as y/n nodded. Her mind kept going back to that day, did he really want to take her out on a date? Did he still feel that same way now? Y/n curled forward, hiding her face in her hands.
She felt a hand on her back, his hand as she reminded herself to keep her emotions in check. She had done nothing to deserve his kindness or compassion.
"I don't blame you, y/n." He confessed, "it was a job and if you weren't raised by such horrible people, maybe you wouldn't have turned out this way." He tried to make her feel better as he took her chin with his finger and tilted her head so that he could look into her eyes.
Although, y/n was quick to push him away, hugging herself. She bit her lip, turning her whole body away from him.
"I've done bad thing, Dick. It's better if you don't forgive me right away." She wanted to push him away, she wasn't ready to have him so close. Dick sighed, getting up from the bed, squinting his eyes.
"If that's what you want." He said, walking out of her room, closing her door behind him. She fell back onto the bed, shutting her eyes.
