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...
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• They needed to get back into the Willis Convention Center the same way they had the day before. Which meant Claude Peterson needed to make another appearance.
"Ready?" Dick asked and once again they were dressed in their best. Y/n nodded as they jumped into the back seats of the limo.
As Alfred drove them off, Dick filled y/n in on all the terrible things Lex Luthor had done and everything he stood for.
"If this Lex guy is really that terrible, how do you know he hasn't destroyed any footage of the conference?" It was a good question and y/n leaned against the leather seats while Dick shook his head.
"We don't, but it's worth a try." He flashed her a reassuring smile, his ivory teeth could almost reflect sunlight.
"I just hope we can stop whatever he's planning." She mentioned with closed eyes. There was so much weighing down on her, y/n almost wanted to scream.
"Hey," Dick leaned forward, carefully placing a hand on her thigh. "We'll get to him on time. There's nothing to worry about."
Along with a love potion, Dick Grayson must've also had some type of calming spell in his voice because instantly y/n was at ease.
She placed her own hand on Dicks knee cap, their arms crossing and y/n rested her head on his shoulder. They stayed like that, quiet until the limo came to a stop.
"Let's do this." Y/n said with enthusiasm, crawling out of her seat.
They walked through the entrance, their arms linked. The event was still the same— troubled couples and sex.
"Follow my lead." She whispered to Dick, who was scanning the room for anyone looking at them suspiciously.
Y/n strut up to the woman at the desk, it was the green pantsuit lady from the day before only now she wore a baby pink dress.
"Mr and Mrs Peterson, welcome back." She seemed surprised, y/n assumed it was because coupled barely come back for the second day.
"Hello.." y/n trailed off as she took a deep breath, "my husband and I uh, slipped away from the workshop and we did some-" she stopped herself, leaning closer to the woman.
"We were un fooling around and I believe there might've been a security camera." She hinted that fooling around was a Rated R subject.
"Oh." Her eyes widened any more, she rubbed her temple, thinking of a solution to the couple's problem. "I can show you were they keep the tapes, the two of you can look over and just delete anything um.." She went quiet quickly, stepping away from the table.
Y/n took Dick's hand and made him trail behind her,
"I take it the work shop went well." The woman joked. Y/n nodded, giving her best fake smile.
"Very." Dick snickered from behind her. She opened the door to the security footage letting y/n and Dick slip through.
"Thank you," he nodded towards her as she closed the door behind them. From his pockets, Dick pulled out equipment meant to hack in and find the footage they were looking for.
Y/n impatiently tapped her foot, waiting for Dick to jump up and scream eureka! He then looked back with a devilish smile.
"I got it." He stated and she almost jumped for joy. He downloaded everything onto a hard drive and took her by the hand.
The two walked out, claiming a family emergency, and as they drove away all y/n could think about the conference center was 'goodbye and good riddance.'
