dick grayson x reader ⚠︎︎ kill order

forty-three

" sweep me away "

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Guests danced
to the sound of the band playing in the background. Gotham's elite were all in one setting, there to contribute whatever they could to whatever charity Mr. Wayne was working with.

Y/n stood next to Dick, her arms crossed over her chest. She scanned the crowd, she didn't know what Lex was going to be wearing, or what type of mask he'd be in. It was going to be a long night of trying to find one very evil, very bald man.

"Spilt up?" Dick offered, a waitress passing by them with a plate of horderves. Y/n nodded, "I'll take the dance floor, you take the tables and bar." She instructed him, Dick agreed as the two of them split up.

Looking at the time, all the guests should've been in the building by now. Y/n pushed past people dancing as she was stopped by a man's voice. She instantly knew it wasn't Lex, which disappointed her. She turned to face a well built man, buff arms, wearing a red mask.

"Care to dance?" He extended his hand as an invitation.

"Actually I'm, well," she wanted to say I have a boyfriend but nothing was official. "I'm actually looking for somebody." He only laughed, shaking his head.

"Don't worry." His voice was low. "Me too." Biting her lip, y/n took his hand as they gracefully swayed along the dance floor. A part of her felt like she was cheating on Dick.

"So who're you looking for?" His asked as they continued to dance, y/n trailed her vision through out the dancers.

"He's tall, bald, old." She described Lex Luthor the best she could, without giving away too much. The man in the red mask nodded, gesturing with his head that there was someone behind her.

"Is that him?" Y/n turned her head around, seeing Lex Luthor standing there. She didn't know why she thought it would be so hard to spot him, it was clear even with the mask who he was.

"You must be y/n, it's been a long time overdue hasn't it?" It was the voice of her employer. Her hands started shaking just a tiny but she knew it would be best to not cause a stir up in such a public setting.

"Hello, Lex." She smiled like it was nothing, Lex extended his arm for y/n to take. She had no choice but to leave the red masked man behind, as she linked arms with him. There was a pit that dropped to the bottom of her stomach and she began to worry, not seeing where Dick was.

"I know what you're planning." She hissed, continuing to elegantly dance, "the only thing is, I don't understand why. Why try to kill Superman? Why build that Tactile Rifle?" He chuckled, maliciously, bringing her closer, an uncomfortable distance apart.

"There are some things, y/n that are beyond you and me." He whispered into her ear, which didn't make any sense to her. Y/n tried to guide their dance steps closer to the outside of the dance floor, she Dick could see she had Luthor.

"I'm just surprised you figured out who I was. Even more surprised that you teamed up with the big old bat." He was calm, even though he knew the heroes would apprehend him soon. Y/n narrowed her eyes towards him, she could feel the the batarangs around her thigh, ready to grab them if needed.

"But I don't think you'll be able to stop me." He chuckled again. Y/n almost choked on her own spit, looking at his canonical eyes through the mask, for a second she got scared.

"Oh, I think we will."

It was Dick. He stood behind Lex, holding a sharp tipped batarang on his back. He glanced over to see that y/n was alright, then proceeding to push forward a little harder. His face was stoic, serious and ready to fit. He was determined to find out what Luthor was planning.

"You're coming with us." Dick mentioned again, walking with Lex as his prisoner. He let go of y/n, letting her stand by Dick's side. They blindfolded him, leading him through the manor and into the elevator. The two of them took Lex Luthor into the Batcave, strapping him in and getting ready to interrogate him.