Dick Grayson x Villain!Reader Work and Play

"Hmm - getting a little rusty are we Nightwing?" (Y/N) gave the vigilante a flirty grin before turning her eyes to the very expensive diamond necklace she had stolen just a few minutes ago from a very poorly protected museum. Okay. Maybe it wasn't that poorly protected, but what could she say? It was just too easy to grab hands on the diamond, especially with someone with her skills of thievery, not to brag or anything. Heh.

"Nah. I just have fun teasing you."

"Teasing me?" (Y/N) felt anger clamp at her stomach but she pushed it off with a strained smile underneath her mask, "We'll see about that."

Grabbing a smoke pellet from her belt and throwing it down on the ground, (Y/N) turned to make her escape straight out the back door where she knew that some cops would be waiting for her since they seemed to follow Nightwing everywhere he went. Readying her grappling hook, (Y/N) pushes open the doors and watches as the bright colors of the police cars parked behind the museum spun in her vision.

"Put your hands in the air!"

Giving the cops a friendly wave after pulling out some more smoke pellets, she threw them down on the ground like she did before. Using her grappling hook to swing to the opposite building, (Y/N) swung without even being spotted, or at least that was what she had thought. Apparently, waiting on the roof for her, was a silly man dressed in blue.

"Ugh. Give me a break Nightwing." (Y/N) groaned, sticking the diamond into her utility belt. 

"Me? Give you a break? Come on. We know that's not how it works."

(Y/N) crossed her arms firmly across her chest.

"Then how does it work, huh?"

He crept forward, step by step, making (Y/N) suddenly worry for her sudden air bubble of space. She knew he wasn't going to do anything like hurt her, not after how well... close they've become the last few years... but... still. Him acting like a total doof wasn't going to do her any good.

"I think..." He mumbles as he reaches down to grab her wrists and pulls them up to his chest, "you already know."

His thumb reaches up and traces her jaw as his face grows terrifyingly closer. Before she knows it... he inches a finger under her own mask. Peeling it off slowly, (Y/N) has the sudden thought that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Catching his wrists with her own hands, she give a grunt in disapproval.

"I don't think so fly-boy. You won't get to see my identity that easily."

"I already know."

(Y/N) was left in shock as he withdrew his wrists from her grip, and reached up for her mask once more. As much as (Y/N) didn't like the idea of wearing her costume in public, on a rooftop, without a mask... she had let him tear it off to see her small face look up at his. She hardly thought it was fair that he somehow knew her identity and she didn't seem to know his.

"How?" She whispers.

"I wanted to know who was my dream girl." He replied as his mouth was getting dangerously closer - closer than (Y/N) would like - but some part of her wanted this. She wanted to kiss Nightwing, she wanted to totally love him all over, but the only problem was that they were on opposite teams. Complete opposite teams. She was just a thief. Nothing special. And he... well... a vigilante who fights thugs like her all the time. Probably not the best match.

"So I went out and looked for you." He whispered.

Then his lips were on hers.

It takes a few moments before she completely melts in his hold. Just a few dreamy minutes of kissing Nightwing...

Nightwing had pulled her tightly against his chest -smiling against her lips - and it wasn't until (Y/N) felt Nightwing fiddling with something that she realized there was more to this than just kissing...

Quickly pulling away she growled.

"Nightwing!"

He took a step back and examined the very diamond she had tried to steal earlier in his hands. 

"I don't see what's so great about this. I could give you a bigger one."

"What?"

"Nothing." Nightwing teased before jumping off onto another roof.

"Ughhh insufferable man!!" She yelled out, unaware of Nightwing's internal cheers for his success. 

Who cared about the diamond. He had actually kissed (Y/N).