dick grayson x reader ⚠︎︎ kill order

twenty-eight

" if I let down my walls and make myself vulnerable, promise to stay by me "

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On the
way back, Dick and y/n both sat as far apart as they could, starting aimlessly out the window. It was a textbook definition of an awkward car ride.

Dick glanced over at her, wondering what she could've been thinking while y/n was trying to shoo any thoughts from her mind.

She scratched her temple, closing her eyes with a sigh. They were so close yet they felt so far away.

Y/n turned her head to look at Dick, who quickly snapped his head back to the window. She couldn't understand why he was so forgiving.

Biting her tongue, she was hesitating to say anything at all. The mission was successful and they were one step closer to their goal.

Yet why did y/n feel sad. Maybe it was because it would force her to leave, to escape and a week ago that's exactly what she wanted but now— she was confused.

Looking down at her hand, she pulled the wedding ring off. As beautiful as it was, it wasn't hers to wear. Without saying a word she took Dick's fist, opening it only so she could place the ring on his palm.

With both hands, she presumed closing his hand back into a fist.

Dick had cast a spell over her and she didn't know how to shake it off, or if she even wanted to shake it off.

At the manor, they were alone again as Bruce was busy somewhere being the CEO of Wayne Enterprises.

"We should get to downloading all these names." Dick mentioned as he unlocked his phones. His eyebrows raised in shock, "we might be here all not."

He was right. The list contained everyone who attended the conference and it was a lot of people, considering it was a week long event.

"1 page down... only about 80 more to go." Dick rubbed his tried eyes. They had just cross referenced everyone on the list and there was no one that matched the profile.

Y/n checked the time, it had already gone to 8 o'clock and Bruce would be changing into his bat suit in a matter of hours.

"We should take a break." Y/n suggest and Dick couldn't have agreed more as he leaned back in his chair.

Relaxed, he looked at y/n who was clearly still tense and frustrated. He pushed off the desk and rode his wheeled chair closer to her side. She gave a him a serious look, causing him to wipe the goofy grin off his face.

"We need to talk." She told him, spinning her own chair so her body was facing his. "About what I've done."

Y/n had a habit for cutting things off as they blossomed into anything good. Dick getting comfortable around her and the traction growing only made her want to push him away.

Dick sighed, pressing his lips together, trying to mentally prepare himself.

"We both know that I've done some very bad things in the past." She paused, "39 bad things to be exact." Those bad things were evidently assassinations.

He looked away from her for a second, trying to wrap his mind around it. Y/n inched closer towards him, causing more discomfort.

"I've never slipped up on a job before—until you of course." Y/n continued to list off how she had killed her victims, leaving Dick squirming.

There was a moment of silence until it was broken with his sighs. Even though she had just told him a horror story of events, he placed his hand over hers.

"Y/n, I know what you've done, but now tell me what Slade drilled into your mind, how you were raised." He squinted his eyes at her as y/n tensed up. The conversation was suppose to make him uneasy.

Staring at her feet, feeling Dick's hand over hers, y/n mustered up the confidence to open up.