dick grayson x reader ⚠︎︎ kill order

twenty-six

" maybe we could be happy together "

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"Good afternoon
everyone, I'm Rodney Swenson—but please call me Rod." A man center stage announced. He was slender built but with broad shoulders. He looked no older than 40.

Y/n hesitantly looked towards Dick, who was scanning the room for an exit. The lights slowly began to dim and Rod continued with his live workshop.

"Now, you all are here because you've had issues in your relationship and you and your partner want to become close and intimate again. Well your in luck, because according to the Gotham Times, 98% of couples that take this workshop are living a happier, more lustful life."

They were both groaning inside their heads but they knew they had to seem interested in whatever Rodney was going to make them do.

"So, the best way to start is to really get into the mood with your significant other. Now, everything will be cloths on!" He joked and the crowd laughed but y/n kept a neutral expression. Rodney's voice was surprisingly calming and smooth but it also made it easy to tune out.

A woman then joined Mr. Swenson on stage as he began to demonstrate what the couples were suppose to do.

"Alright, so this first exercise is just a nice way to remind your partner of all the intimacy that you once shared." He explained and it was the dumbest thing y/n had ever heard. They watched the woman straddle Rodney, wrapping her arms around his neck. He continued to tell everyone to get into the same position.

Y/n looked a Dick with an unsettling look. All that time that she'd been watching him, she'd seen him half-naked on multiple occasions and she'd thought about doing it with him as well. She shyly got up, sitting on his lap, straddling him just like the woman did with Rodney. 

Dick's eyes were such a beautiful shade of blue: they were almost magnetic, not letting her look away. Their breathing slowed down as y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, getting closer.

"Now," Rodney proceeded, "taking turns, whispering into your parents ear and giving either a compliment or reminding them of a special moment in your relationship."

There was a silence between them. Of course, y/n assumed they were only going to pretend to say things as their actual relationship was only a few days old.

Yet, Dick surprised her as he leaned in and tenderly spoke into her ear.

"I like how you look in my cloths." His deep voice snickered, "and that night when we just talked over tea— that was the happiest I've been in a long time."

He was slow with his words, giving y/n time to process them fully.

She carefully pulled her head back, getting caught in the storm of his eyes. Letting out a breath, she didn't know he felt that way and learning so made her heart do a flip.

Like the night he recalled, their lips became dangerously close. It would only take a quick push toward for them to press against each other.

Y/n sighed, holding his face between her hands, still some part of her couldn't do it. She still needed to forgive herself until she could love him the way she wanted.

"We should go find that guest list." She breathed out, closing her eyes so she wouldn't have to face his disappointed visage.

Dick sighed, letting y/n create an excuses for them to rush out.

She jumped out of his lap, pointing an accusing finger towards him.

"What the hell, Claude? We never had sex in the Caribbean! Oh my god! Are you cheating on me?" She sounded like she was going to cry and for a second, Dick was convinced he had actually done something.

Y/n stormed out as he was quick to get up after her, insisting he was faithful. No one questioned them as the undercover couple slipped out of the room, one step closer to finding out the truth.