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...
" you can't save her if she's in love with danger "
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• When he heard the screaming pleas of a young woman, he got ready for action. He was never planning on going out in his Nightwing suit, especially not in Blüdhaven. But when someone needed help, he couldn't just ignore it.
"Get off me!" She cried out and Dick swung down from the rooftop, using his acrobatic skills to land safely on the ground.
A young woman with y/h/c hair, squirmed away from a larger man, who was trying to take her purse. Once the man saw the hero, he cursed and just before he could start running, Nightwing grabbed the collar of his shirt.
Nightwing swiftly punched him, kicking his guts before shoving the robber into the wall.
The robber fell unconscious, hitting his head in the concert. Dick picked up the purse and handed it back to her.
The night skies were filled with grey clouds and it smelt like a dewy storm. The girl bit her lip, snatching her bag back from him.
He expected her to be grateful for his service but she only rolled her eyes.
"I had that handled." She kept her purse close to her chest as Nightwing crossed his arms. He had become intrigued by her confident attitude.
"And how were you planning on getting your purse back, miss?" Dick asked, leaning forward, getting a view of the man now slowly spilling blood into the puddles.
"I have pepper spray." She titled her head up to look at him. He noticed she had beautiful eyes, the perfect shade of e/c.
"Sorry but I don't think your pepper spray stood a chance." He laughed but the girl didn't seem impressed by the joke. She started walking away, hiding her pleased grin.
"Hey! Wait!" He ran behind her and grabbed her shoulder, "no 'thank you?'" He put his hands up in defence. She turned around, scanning him up and down.
"Comic con is next weekend buddy." She teased even though they both knew it was a real superhero.
Dick was shook to the core. His eyebrows frowned and his muscles tensed up. He was about to snap, fuming with an unknown rage; he didn't like it when nobody knew who he was.
"Where are you going?" He asked a slight hint of harshness. He wanted her to stay, so he could make sure she knew that he was Nightwing. It was a weird egotistical craving that he needed satisfied. No one made him feel like that, but she did.
"Home." She hissed. Why did he need her to acknowledge him? She was sour and clearly not interested. Maybe he liked the challenge?
"Let me walk you!" He offered but she shook her head.
Dick Grayson had never been turned down before, especially in a cold, narrow alleyway. He groaned, tugging at his hair as he stretched his back out.
He didn't think he would get her out of his head. She was like a weird, fast acting drug. He was drawn to her yet he didn't even know her name.
