dick grayson x reader ⚠︎︎ kill order

twenty-seven

" so? what if it's just pretend? "

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They didn't
know where to start looking. The guest list could've been anywhere. Dick rushed to y/n's side as soon as he managed to escape the live workshop.

"Good work." He mentioned again, referring to her performance in the other room. She didn't say anything in response as her eyes trailed, taking in her surroundings.

Breaking off the main entrance there was a hallway. The hallway had multiple doors; each with the possibility of having the guest list inside. Y/n grunted, sighing with annoyance as she strut over to the first door.

"Be look out?" She offered to Dick who shook his head, in disagreeance.

"It would be faster if we both were looking at the same time." He suggested, y/n squinted her eyes. She didn't like when he didn't agree with her plan.

"It would be better if you were look out so we don't get caught snooping around." She brought up. They continued bickering, both had reasonable points. Finally, y/n let out a frustrated cry. "Fine you win! We both can search the rooms!" Dick shot her a satisfied look as they shuffled into the tight room.

Y/n traced her fingers over the first filing cabinet, reading the date.

"These are the most recent ones I'm assuming." She paused, "now we just have to find the guest list." Looking around, her palms began to sweat as it felt like the walls were slowly closing in on them. Dick looked puzzled while watching y/n become more and more paranoid.

"What's wrong? Are you claustrophobic or something?" He asked with a teasing tone. Y/n scoffed, shaking her head.

"Don't be abused." But of course, she was and as they kept scanning the files she could've help but feel like she was suffocating. "Just, ugh, keep looking."

Dick shook his head, not believing her. He opened a filing cabinet, his eyes widening.

"Hey, y/n I think this is the one." He whisper-yelled, pointing to the files. There were a lot of sheets of paper, the name they were looking for could be on any of them. They would be there for a long time.

"Take pictures of them, we don't have time to look over them..." Her voice haltered as Dick was already taking pictures of them. Y/n stood to the door, pressing her ear to the cool surface, listening for footsteps.

"Got them." Dick said standing up, just in time too. Heavy footsteps approached the room and as her heat pounded she had to act fast.

She leaped over to Dick, grabbing the collar of his shirt, swinging her body between him and the filing cabinets.

The door knob jiggled, y/n whispered to Dick, begging him to trust her. Just before the door swung open, she wrapped a leg around his torso, placing one of his hands on her thigh. Y/n grabbed his hair, cautiously digging her nails into his back.

In the door frame, a heavy set man stood watching them. His face turned surprised and flustered when he saw them, awkwardly looking down.

"The two of you can't be here." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and standing out of the door frame so they could leave. Y/n giggled as she grabbed Dick's hand, giving it a squeeze. She lead the two of them out of the room, apologizing to the man.

Dick and y/n found themselves in the main entrance again. Y/n stood awkwardly with her arms crossed, shifting her balance from leg to leg.

"Alfred is on his way to pick us up." He mention, slipping his phone into his pocket. Dick took one more step towards y/n, leaning into her. "Once we get back to the manor, we'll analyse all the names on the list with the description you gave us."

His voice caused the hair on her arms to stand up and all she could think about was him pressing against her. She tried not to let her mind wander, though. Y/n snapped out of it, looking back at him.

Not to long later, a sleek black limousine pulled up the convention center, ready to take the two of them back to Wayne Manor.