dick grayson x reader ⚠︎︎ kill order

forty-two

" the life we're going to build... will it be real? "

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It was
the night of the gala and the day had turned out normal. It was a morning of preparations, they didn't have to worry about anything vigilante relate. They ate their normal breakfast, they watched T.V and Dick got his evening tuxedo back from his tailor.

Y/n sat in her room, brushing her hair in the mirror. Bruce had kindly given her some 'hand-me-downs' from the previous batgirls. She had put on the dress he'd bought her as well, wondering what they had in store for the night.

Of course, the dress that she'd received wasn't just a normal dress but it was moveable and had a slit in the leg, which easily kept a handful of batarangs if needed.

Taking a deep breath, she slide the mask on. For the first time, she was self conscious. She looked down at what she was wearing, wondering if she was underdressed-- no makeup, not that she knew how to apply it and no jewelry.

Y/n was snapped out of her daze by knocking at the door. She called out to whoever was on the other side to come in. The door opened, standing in the frame was once again, Dick Grayson, wearing a form fitting tux.

She pulled off the mask so he could see her eyes. His eyebrows raised when he saw her, his stomach dropped. He was quick to rush to her side.

"You look lovely." He complimented. He took a deep breath. "I also, have a present for you." He explained with a heavy breath. He pulled out a long rectangular box, velvet to the touch. Y/n shook her head, pushing the box away.

"No, Dick, you shouldn't have, honestly."

"Just open the box." His voice was gentle as he persisted she except the gift. Y/n knew it was jewelry, just by the box and the expression on Dick's face.

Opening the box, she smiled, looking down there was a thin chain necklace, with diamonds in the shape of a branch. Dick rubbed his chin, "I think it would look great on you tonight." She blushed, carefully taking it out of the box.

"Here, let me." Dick offered, bringing the necklace into his hands. Y/n grinned over more, sweeping her hair to the side and spinning around. It was just like a couple of days ago, only then they were pretending to be married. Now, they knew that their spark was real.

Dick clipped the beautiful necklace around her neck, staring down at her exposed shoulder. He pressed his lips against it as y/n could feel his warm smile.

She giggled, shrugging his off. She turned around again to look at his face.
"You dog." She teased, putting the mask back on, Dick doing the same.

Her hand managed to make its way into his as she stood up on her tiptoes to plant a soft kiss against his lips. Dick squeezed y/n's hand harder as they walked out of her room and to the top of the grand staircase. The people had already started pouring in as the couple walked down, arms linked to what would be one thrilling night.