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...
" everything I touch reminds me of the person I once was "
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• He shrugged, not knowing the answer to y/n's question. There were so many things running through his mind, one question in particularly: why go after Superboy? Was it all an elaborate plan to get to Superman?
"What do you think Lex is planning?" Y/n pondered, keeping her eyes on the clouds in front of them. Typically on a commercial plane, the flight from Gotham City to Jump City was about five hours but with the Bat-Jet, they would be in the air for just under two.
"I have no clue, but it's definitely got something to do with getting rid of Superman." Dick tried answering the question the best he could. "Come with me." He unbuckled his seatbelt now that they were secutiryy flying. Y/n did the same and followed him to a small section of the jet.
"What is this place?" She wondered, seeing nothing but dark metallic walls, Dick chuckled at her curiosity, placing his hand on a censor. Nightwing-- Recognized the jet spoke and the walls flipped and showed off shelves and racks of different weapons.
"Woah." Y/n breathed, impressed by the remarkable technology. Her fingers traced along until she stopped at a sword, her eyebrow raised. Y/n looked back at Dick, looking for permission to pick it up. He nodded as she gracefully took it into her arms.
It was a katana blade and y/n knew how to use one, in fact she could use any of the weapons on display but of course, with a katana she was in her element.
"I better call Bruce." Nightwing mentioned, y/n could barely hear him as she was mesmerized by her reflection in the blade. Closing her eyes, she remembered the first time she learned to use one and the first time she killed someone with one. Trying to forget the sour memory, she quickly put it back where it once sat.
Y/n left the small compartment, looking for Dick, who sat at the pilot's seat, on the comset with a very angry billionaire.
"You let her leave the manor?" Y/n knew he was talking about her, feeling stupid and embarrassed that she let Dick convince her to go on this trip.
"Would you rather have her alone or with supervision?" Dick shot back, receiving a grunting sound from Bruce, who quickly hung up, stating he had to get back to work. Y/n's heart sank just a tiny bit, she knew Dick trusted her but she couldn't help but think he only wanted her close so that he could keep a watchful eye over her.
She didn't want to bring anything up, y/n only sat down at her chair, sighing. Dick ran a hand through his hair, looking back at he with a smile, like all his worries had just melted away at the sight of her.
They still had about half an hour left of their trip to Jump City, y/n hadn't barely spoken a word to Dick, the only interactions they shared where a few stray looks.
"Y/n is something wrong?" He asked, placing a hand over hers, she quickly brought it back to herself, not looking him in the face.
"No, I'm fine." She said, clearly not. Subconsciously, this was y/n's way of retracting: she had started to from something good between the two of them but as Dick got closer she felt the urge to push him away.
Dick narrowed his eyebrows, frowning. He shook his head. "I've dated enough girls to know that 'I'm fine' means your not. Now, what's wrong?" He asked again, with more authority in her voice. Slowly, she turned to face him.
"When Bruce was on the phone you said you only brought me along to keep an eye on me. Do you not want me to be with you?" Her tone was bitter as she crossed her arms over her chest.
It was clear Dick wasn't expecting that response as he lifted his arms in defense, explaining to her that it was just how the words came out and how he was just saying what Bruce wanted to hear.
"I'm serious, I really do want you here with me." Dick sighed, "I don't know if this is your way of, like deflecting but you don't have to push me away." He called it out for what it was. Y/n shook her head, feeling a self-pitiful wash over her. She took a deep breath,
"you're right, I'm sorry."
"It's alright," Dick shrugged, finally being able to take y/n's hand in his. "We're going to land soon, can I show you something?" He wondered, and she nodded, letting Dick drag her into a new compartment.
