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...
" maybe one day our bond will be stronger and we can feel each other's love in its fullest form "
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• Bruce had allowed y/n to take off the ankle monitor for the mission, considering that she would be under Dick's supervision for the time being. She had changed into a knee length dress, left in Wayne Manor by a lady-friend of Bruce.
It was a bit out of her style but she couldn't complain. It was elegant and fit her like a glove. Y/n couldn't stop looking at her reflection. She never had time for appearances and material objects during her teenage years but seeing herself all dolled up made her realize how much she had missed.
Dick knocked at the open door, holding his blazer over his shoulder, wearing tight fitting dress pants along with a soft looking navy gray button up shirt. Her eyebrows arched, she had never seen him look that good.
"Hey Claude." She smiled as he walked in, one hand in his pocket. He pulled on the blazer, "are you ready?" She asked, putting on the finishing touches of her outfit with a pearl necklace. She had trouble putting it on, so Dick offered to help her.
"Thanks." She muttered as y/n pulled her hair aside so he could clip the necklace together. She turned to face him as he cleared his throat.
"Before we go on, there's something I need to do." He took a deep breath, pulling something out of his pocket, getting down on one knee. Y/n shook her head, laughing uncontrollably.
"Y/n, will you make Claude Peterson the happiest man alive and be his fake wife?" He held out a wedding ring with a dainty yet elegant diamonds.
"Hmm, I will." Y/n responded with a giggle while she watched Dick slide it onto her ring fingers. It was gorgeous and she had no clue how Dick had gotten his hands on something like that.
Looking down at the ring, all she could think of was the ring that held the Black Widow poison. How the man standing in front of her could've been dead a few days ago.
"What's wrong? The diamond too small?" He asked his tone filled with humour. Y/n shook her head.
"It's nothing. Let's get going Claude." She grabbed him by the arm as he lead them to a limousine suppose to take them to the convention center.
Like in the elevator, the car ride was just as awkward. They sat far apart, both looking out the window.
Y/n wasn't nervous, she just had to think of it like another job. She closed her eyes, feeling the wedding ring on her finger as the car stopped.
"Better get into character." She reminded Dick as he got out and opened her door. Now, he wore sunglasses with tinted lenses so no one could easily identify him.
They walked into the center when they finally saw what the event was about, y/n gulped as she read the banner.
'Troubled Couples Rehabilitation To Sex'
Oh boy. She look at Dick who shared the same expression.
