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...
" hopefully, one day we can eat a normal breakfast and laugh instead of worry "
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• When her eyes opened again in the morning she found herself in the same position. The only thing different was the blanket she'd been wrapped in.
Y/n looked to the side, seeing that Dick had already gone downstairs. She sighed, pulling herself up and stretched out her nightbound muscles.
Standing up, she looked into the mirror, combing strands of stray back into place. Y/n walked out of Dick's room, yawning. She walked down the stairs just as she had the other day. The right ankle hitting against the steps, the ankle monitor dragging her down.
"Good Morning Miss y/n." A british accent greeted her as she entered the kitchen, she smiled sitting down next to Dick, who was already munching at his breakfast.
"Good morning Alfred, what's for breakfast?" She scanned the kitchen waiting for the butler to answer.
"Waffles and sausages." He stated, leaving a plate in front of her. Y/n looked down, basically drooling, the smell of syrup filling her lungs. She didn't hesitate to dig in as she noticed Dick slowly turn to face her.
"How'd you sleep, y/n?" He asked, sipping his coffee. Chewing her food, she quickly swallowed it so she could reply.
"Good. Good. I, um, I finished with the guest list." She informed him, "there are about five different guys who match the profile we made." She drank a glass of water as Dick nodded.
"Good work, we'll get on the case after breakfast." A third voice crept out of the shadows, Bruce Wayne stood at the door frame, slightly startling them.
Y/n nodded, continuing to gobble her breakfast, her stomach growling. She wiped her mouth, getting up to head to the cave along with Bruce and Dick once they too had finished.
In the shaft on the way down to the bat cave, y/n couldn't help but speak her mind, letting out her concerned thoughts.
"What'll happen if none of the men on the list are our suspect?" She scratched her palm, "this is the only lead we have." Y/n started taking deeper breaths, trying not to worry. Dick put his hand on her shoulder, giving her butterflies.
"Then we'll just have to keep looking." His voice was soothing and reassuring and just what y/n needed. The elevator door opened and they walked up, y/n leading the way to the batcomputer. She let Bruce use his retina-identification to log in and pulled up the profiles.
"So there's Orlando Preston, Jim Bloomberg, Gregory Winston, Peter Krasinski." She opened the last tab, "and Alexander Luthor." She stated and Dick's eyes widened as Bruce stood there with a concerned but not surprised expression.
"It's him." Bruce said without hesitation. His broad arms were crossed over his chest as he didn't say anything else.
"How can you be sure? Shouldn't I listen to his voice or something?" Y/n raised an eyebrow, she looked back at his picture. Alexander Luthor seemed like a completely normal multimillionaire, with the exception of a few scandals within his brand: LexCorp.
"I'm sure. It's him." Bruce confirmed, looking sternly towards Dick, his defensive expression dropping for just a second.
"So what's the plan?" Y/n wondered out loud, as now they had identified the threat. Bruce took out his cell phone, looking at his calendar.
"We'll need a way to lure Lex here." Bruce tapped his chin. Y/n's face lit up as she remembered something, slightly turning to face Dick.
"I think I have a good idea." She mentioned with an evil genius smile. If her m'endort served her correctly, there would be an event perfect to drag Mr. Luthor to.
