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...
" was it really just a kiss or do you feel the same way about me that I feel about you? "
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• He left the room mostly to control himself. Of course, the kiss was filled with passion— an intimate moment like no other he'd had before.
Dick sighed, laying on his old bed. A small portion of him hated being in Gotham but another part also got off on the adrenaline the city provided.
The sound of rain patter could be heard even though he had the windows closed. The noise was almost loud enough to distract him from y/n.
Her hair was soft, like it was made of silk, while her skin was smooth as porcelain and her lips were just something else. His mind groaned at the though of her honey-sweet lips.
When she kissed him, time seemed to stop and even though it was just a kiss, he felt like they'd done more.
Dick opened his computer, going through his work emails, like he said he would and responded to them. Something about going under cover and slipping into his Nightwing suit made his day job seem so mundane.
He felt bad for leaving y/n alone by herself in the cave but knew if he were to go back they wouldn't get any work done.
Dick wondered who could've wanted him dead— his mind racing, villain to villain, people that he'd faced in his life time.
His work emails never seemed to stop and hours had passed until he had actually finished. The girl currently in the Batcave was constantly coming up in his subconscious. He shut the screen and set his laptop aside, rubbing his tried eyes.
Another thing that Blüdhaven had done to him was putting him back onto a semi-normal sleep schedule. He rested his head against his pillow.
Although, his body was tried from such a long day and Dick stood up, only putting on pyjama pants, letting his chest breath.
He sat at the edge of his bed, missing y/n. He shook his head, it was just one kiss, he kept telling himself but his brain wouldn't listen. Dick fell back onto his side of the king sized bed, wondering what it would feel like to have her sleeping next to him.
Just one kiss. He closed his eyes and saw her face. He's kissed so many girls but none of them made him feel the way y/n did.
Dick rolled onto his stomach, burring his face into the pillow. He spent the night drifting in and out of reality.
At one point, some time early in the morning, he thought he felt the weight of the bed shift. He tried to lift his eyelids to see if he was just going crazy but they were glued shut.
Everything became real when he felt something on his back. Chills ran up his spin as delicate fingers traced down his warm skin.
His eyes finally shot open and he wasn't surprised to see y/n sitting next to him, a sad look in her eyes. Dick was so tried, he could barely respond but it seemed like y/n wasn't in the mood for a conversation.
She swung her legs onto the bed, exposing her ankle monitor. She lay down next to him, studying him carefully while his eyes shut again. She didn't blame him, it was late.
Y/n couldn't help but wonder if he was dreaming about her, or if he would crawl into her bed over a gut feeling.
She put her head to rest on another pillow, the last thing she saw before going to bed was Dick Grayson's perfect and godly physique.
