dick grayson x reader ⚠︎︎ kill order

thirty-seven

" when I'm with you, I become a different person "

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Y/n stood
in awe at this new section of the Jet. Like the compartment with the weapons, this one was secretly designed to contain the 'Bat-Family's' suits. There was several there for Batman, one Robin suit, two for Nightwing and what seemed like scrapped ideas for Batgirl.

"I better suit up." Dick stated as he had forgotten to bring his newest suit with him. His eyes trailed over the other ones, then looking back at y/n, who couldn't keep her gaze off of him.

"I've got an idea." He chucked. Dick held his suit in his hands, walking over to an used outfit. He opened the case and grabbed it, tossing it over to y/n. Scratching the back of his head he blushed looking at her. "And you know since we're already getting changed." Dick winked towards her.

Y/n didn't say anything against the idea of putting on the suit as she dropped it, wrapping her arms around Dick's neck, kissing him passionately. Dick dropped his own suit embracing her.

He snaked his arm around her torso, slipping one had under the strap her her dress. They were still in their fancy conference center clothes. Y/n started unbuttoning his shirt-- a spark erupting between them.

Dick started to trail kisses down her neck as she moaned. One of her legs managed to slowly wrap around him, just like in that tiny storage room the other day. She didn't want to admit to herself, but besides killing him-- this was the only thing she'd think about when she watched him.

As he pressed her against the wall, y/n began unbuckling his belt, about to slip a hand down his pants but instead ended up rubbing her hands against his now exposed chest.

Landing time: ten minutes the computer informed them and Dick pulled away from her groaning slightly.

"We should really suit up." He stated, killing the mood. He cursed at the jet in his mind for being such a cock-block. Y/n nodded, ripping off her cloths so she could get into the suit. Dick did the same.

There was a mirror set up and y/n looked at herself, now in costume. The suit Dick had given her was nice and very form fitting. An all black latex suit, with lines of deep purple running through the stitch patterns. On her chest, a bat symbol, the shame shade of dark purple. The mask she wore was like a cap, covering her eyes and the top of her head.

"You look great." Dick, now dressed as Nightwing stated, "but I think you're missing something." He grinned and walked her over to the weapon compartment. He took the katana that she'd been eyeing earlier, handing it over like a present.

Of course, there were more types of weapons in her utility kit, like smoke bombs and such, but to make the persona her own, y/n needed to take the katana. She dismissed any negative thoughts and excepted it.

"Time to buckle up." Dick instructed as they made their way back to the control center. Y/n did as she was told, thinking, what was her superhero name? Did she even need a superhero name? This isn't permanent, she thought to herself, somewhat wishing it was. Then it came to her,

"Starling." She stated, Dick looked at her confused as she clarified. "That's what I want you to call me-- Starling." She smiled, hoping that it would mean that the persona she was putting on wouldn't just be for one trip.

"It suits you, darling'." Dick complimented, joking around as the Bat-Jet lowered onto the rooftop of the Titans Tower.