dick grayson x reader ⚠︎︎ kill order

thirty-four

" now, there are bigger sharks in the water "

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Dick and
y/n couldn't keep themselves together in the car again, giggling for no reason whatsoever.

Dick kept waving the flash drive around as they acted like they were drunk or high— or even both.

"That was too easy!" Y/n said, lightheartedly. She looked at the beau sitting next to her, punching his arm with care.

It was in moments like these that she enjoyed most, she got close to him, about to kiss him but she never did. She was almost paralyzed as she looked into his eyes, being refrained from any movement.

"Like taking candy from a baby." He laughed, his dimples popping through his charming grin. Y/n dragged her fingers along his forehead, pushing a strand of his hair back into place.

She couldn't tell if she loved him, since she didn't even know what love was. Their relationship was so new, so fragile. It barely even existed, making it too cliché to even think about the L word.

Everything was close in Gotham and even Wayne Manor wasn't too far out from the city. In a matter of no time, the two found themselves on one of the many couches, plugging the USB stick into Dick's computer.

"Ready?" He asked as the video was about to start. Y/n nodded, leaning into him so they could both see the screen.

Lex Luthor stood there, presenting to the large crowd a machine, yet to be identified.

The sound was muffled but as Dick adjusted the audio it became more clear.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I'm standing here, looking at the most important people in the tech business." He raised an eyebrow, "I also know most of you are the biggest investors in war weapons."

Y/n sat up straight as Dick hunched over to watch the screen more carefully.

"That's him." Y/n whispered in disbelief, she trusted Bruce's word but now she could see for herself.

Lex's assistant pushed a large cart with a cover over it to center stage. The audience was in awe. With an evil smile, Lex removes the cover, showing off what appeared to be some sort of gun.

"Now who would like to see what LexCrop's tactile rifle can do?" The crowd roared, as his assistant picked up the weapon, a life-size Superman target being placed in her shooting range.

The camera cut off just as she was about to pull the trigger.

"Shit!" Dick yelled, picking up the laptop and almost throwing it across the room. He stopped himself, though, leaving down on the coffee table.

"We need to find out what the 'Tactile Rifle' does." Y/n stated, turning to face Dick who was still upset the footage shut off. "Lex Luther has to come to the gala."

Just as they nodded in agreement, the screen flashed back on.

Lex's assistant stood there, a pleased half smile plastered onto her face as she put the Tactile Rifle back in its original spot. Lex clapped his hands together— the life size replica of Superman had no been completely obliterated.

"And that— is what this weapon does. It's most likely capable of doing that to the real Superman." He chuckled while pointed to the rubbish left over by the demonstration.

"Now, do we have any investors?" Lex's hands rubbed together as the people in the audience flashed paddles, a sign they were interested in investing.

Y/n and Dick both shared the same horrified look as they met each others eyes.

"Do you really think?" She didn't finish the question, he knew what she was trying to ask but for once Dick didn't have anything reassuring to tell her as he wasn't even sure himself.

She put her hand in his, squeezing it tightly, they had no idea what Lex was planning, at this point it was anyone's game.