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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• Now, both parties stood in y/n's temporary bedroom. She placed the water on the nightstand, looking at Dick with teary eyes. She hated that the first time she'd become attached to someone, he'd go off and break her heart into tiny pieces.
"What is it Dick? Are you just going to yell at me again?" She hissed as Dick sighed, pulling on his exhausted looking face. He rubbed his eyes, keeping his eyelids closed for a second.
"What I wanted to say was that I talked to Kory." He placed his hands on their normal resting spot: his hips. "I reminded her that we broke up a long time ago and that she couldn't just go around kissing me." Y/n frowned, sitting down on the edge of the bed, not saying anything, she wanted to believe him.
"How am I supposed to know you even talked to her?" Teardrops had collected in the corner of y/n's eyes. "Why would you even need to talk to her, there's nothing official between us." She said with a heavy tone. Dick sat down next to her on the bed.
He was hesitant to reply, thinking over his words to not upset her even more when all y/n could think about was the little scribbles at the bottom of his to-do list.
"Y/n, please." He pleaded, his voice going soft. She brought her knees into her chest as she rested on the bed. She couldn't think of what to say. Carefully, she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Can I ask you something?" Y/n asked, her eyes trailing everywhere expect in Dick's direction. Her voice was shaky as she heard Dick hum a 'mhm.'
"Before, well, we got into this mess." She took another pause for air, not knowing how to bring it up. "Well, you have a list written out, with things you wanted to do." Y/n took her head off his shoulder to look into his eyes. They were like waves crashing on a beach, calm yet chaotic.
"Yeah?..." Dick sat there, thinking.
"At the bottom you wrote something." It was three words, an action. She thought, playing with a strand of her hair. Y/n looked for any type of reaction in his features until, after a moment, his face brightened.
"I meant it." He breathed out, which made her body ease a bit. It had been something dancing around her mind for a long time.
"Would you still ask me now?"
"Yes."
His voice was relaxing to listen to and the tension between them needed to be collapsed. Y/n fluttered her eyes shut, Dick doing the same as they leaned closer together. Their lips touched for what would be a grand total of five times they kissed--five times butterflies were let loose in their stomachs.
Dick pushed forward, laying her down gently on the bed, pulling her arms up over her head. Y/n bit the bottom of his lip, tugging it a bit. Of course, she wanted him but the moment didn't feel right. She pushed away, she didn't have to say anything for to understand. Dick sat up, looking down at her. He didn't complain, he didn't ask why she wanted to stop but he just did.
"At least actually take me on a date first." She giggled and Dick nodded.
"I should really get to my own room, what would the others say?" He said in a jokingly british accent, like they were scandalously running around in a society where premarital affairs were taboo.
"I'll see you in the morning." Y/n sat up, smiling while pecking his lips and like that, Dick Grayson stumbled out of her room, scratching the back of his head.
