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...
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• When Bruce gave the suggestion, both y/n and Dick were skeptical. They glanced awkwardly at each other.
"Are you sure?" Dick asked, crossing his arms. Bruce nodded, positive that his plan would work. Y/n could barely focus,
"if that's what we need to do. So be it." She sighed, getting up, making her way to the elevator to head back up to the manor, Dick trailed behind her.
Whenever he was around, all y/n could think about was all her mistakes, her regrets and the to-do list. It was silly of her to use writing on paper to justify her feelings but she never had anyone care about her in that way.
The tension between them rose as the doors close and they started going up, he smiled at her while leaning back. Dick didn't know what to say either, she was pretty clear the night before that she didn't want to get close.
"We should think of a cover story, you know?" He suggested, looking down at her. She nodded, not mentioning anything but slowly, her neutral expression turned into a smile.
"I don't think it'll be hard. I'm a pretty good liar." He knew it was a joke but he found it difficult to laugh, evidently creating an even more uncomfortable atmosphere. The door finally opened and they both let out a sigh of relief.
"You're right." Y/n mentioned just before Dick could slip away, "we should come up with cover stories." He then proceeded to invite her to sit in library as they created fake identities for a afternoon.
"What type of event is this?" She asked, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Dick shrugged, explaining how it was also a private event.
"You're going to have to choose a new name." Y/n stated, crossing her legs as Dick raised and eyebrow.
"Why? What about you?" He put a bit of a guard up. Y/n rolled her eyes, for being raised by the world's greatest detective, he often missed what was right in front of him.
"Last time I checked, all of Gotham knows of Richard Grayson, the circus boy raised by playboy Bruce Wayne." She gave him a know it all look. "While me on the other hand, no one knows who I am." He nodded, resting his face in the palm of his hand.
He sat there thinking, the smell of oak wood clouding his thought, "how about Claude... Claude Peterson?" He sat in a chair facing y/n, watching her shrug. She scratched behind her ear.
"Not bad, but who is Claude Peterson?" She wondered, helping Dick build his character.
"Hm, Claude Peterson is a stuck up rich kid. Kinda rebellious." He joked, "his great-grandfather had a huge oil reserve in Texas." Dick kept going on and on, about the fictional life of Mr. Peterson as y/n interrupted.
"That's great, Dick but you have to think more simple, people there are going to want to make small talk." She explained, "they're going to ask Claude about y/n, who is she to him? His business partner? His sister?" She started smiling while she listed them off as Dick then cut her off.
"She's his wife." He breathed out with a smirk, "they got married last year in the south of France." Y/n didn't realize she was blushing as she applauded his quick thinking skills.
She then looked at the clock, the event would be starting soon and y/n and Claude Peterson needed to be their soon.
"We better go get into character." Y/n remarked, splitting off from Dick to go get ready.
