dick grayson x reader ⚠︎︎ kill order

thirty-two

" I know you're addicted to my lips, to the sweet flavour of cherry chapstick "

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Y/n gave
a great idea, which left Bruce Wayne impressed. She opened up a news article, promoting his annual charity gala. The timing couldn't be any more perfect.

"We'll send him an invitation on behalf of Wayne Enterprises, but I can only assume he knows about your secret identity." She sighed but Bruce nodded.

"It's a risk I'm willing to take." He hunched over, still looking at the screen. "Granted he accepts the invitation, we can interrogate him, find out why he sent you to kill Dick." His voice is low and gravely.

Y/n nodded, as she looked at the article—she'd never attended any sort of gala. She noticed a conceded look on Dick's face, nudging him with a glare to speak his mind. He sighed.

"Don't you think this was all part of some plan? That maybe he's trying to get in the same room as us?" He crossed his arms, making a solid argument.

"Then there's only one way to find out." Y/n responded, "we have to find out why Mr. Luthor was at the conference center, we need to know if there could any connection."

"We could go back to the convention center, they probably keep security footage." Dick stepped in.

"That would be a good start." Bruce commented, about to walk away, "I've got business at Wayne Enterprises. I assume the two of you can handle this?"

Both y/n and Dick nodded as Bruce adjusted his cuff links and walked into the shadows. Y/n hazily looked over to the man she kissed the night before and her heart started pumping faster and faster.

She hadn't given herself anytime to process what had happened, she was just subconsciously waiting for Dick to bring it up.

"About last night." He started, y/n was thankful he could pick up a hint. She nodded, waiting to see what he had to say. "I think it was the right thing."

Now, Dick was a very smart man and was at the top of all his classes, so his lack for words confused y/n. She took a step closer to him, taking his hand in hers, watching his eyes scanned over her.

"I just hope it was real." Dick sighed, "that it wasn't just a 'caught up in the moment' thing." His voice sounded hurt as y/n frantiqually shook her head. This only caused him to ramble even more.

"Dick!" She stopped him, "it wasn't a mistake." Her tone was soft and gentle, quiet and comforting. Y/n squeezed his hand.

"Oh." Dick sighed out, looking down at her beautiful lips, craving the sweet love that he felt the night before. There was then another long pause between them and they didn't hesitate to come together again.

Dick instigated this kiss. He cupped her face, holding her like she was made of glass. Y/n knew Dick would be able to feel how hot her cheeks had gotten but there was no more denying what she'd been wanting to do for all that time.

"We should go find that footage." She mumbled on his lips. Dick scrunched his nose and nodded. Although, he was eager to get back on her lips, he pulled himself together. It was time to get back to business.