![]() He smiled, nodding, “thanks for the advice.” “got one of those two years ago,” you kissed your teeth, “would not recommend eating.” “you want this pie?” he lifted it up, motioning it your way to which you quickly denied, shaking your head. it was like only now you realized how attractive the man ten feet away from you was. He laughed a little, a genuine one that made your stomach jump in place. Your face screwed up in enthusiasm, “just a little.” The sound of a struggled laugh came from his mouth as he tipped his head down before looking back up at you, “that bad, huh?” “nothing,” you coughed, recovering, “it just seems like you’ve never met another person. it catches you off guard, your eyes now having a hard time deciding whether or not to focus on his face or his very. He narrowed his brows, now seeming to walk closer to you with how much his deck allowed, “what’s that supposed to mean?” he set his pie down on the white railing so he could cross his arms, unintentionally flexing his tan biceps. “i love watching people when they make there first encounter with another human being.” “much,” you shifted now on the porch swing you were sat on, trying your best to face him better. “you’re supposed to eat it,” you called over to him, now fully drawing your attention away from your book, smiling in amusement as he slowly begun to look up at you surprised. you shook your head as he had looked down at a pie neatly placed in his palms, looking completely disoriented as if he had no idea what to do with it. It was more entertainment than a tv could bring from the moment the door bell rang and you could see dick through his living room window let out a obvious and exhausted sigh, prying himself from his soft looking grey sofa, to the moment he’d have to accept the house warming gifts he could no longer deny. he was still just as cold and as stiff when he first met you and it made you laugh as you’d watch from your porch swing. no matter how many people he met, he didn’t get used to it. The new life of suburbia suited dick rather well, more than he thought it would, and more than he would actually like to admit.Īfter your warm welcome, people had only then just begun to line and shake dick’s hand, welcoming him to the neighborhood. even though my parents aren’t here,” you look back to him where his eyes were waiting for yours, full of skepticism, still trying to figure you out, still trying to decipher whether or not your presence was a threat. It made you swallow roughly, diverting your eyes for a moment before removing your hand from his own, “i live next door, i’m just here to introduce myself and my parents. his facial features were rough with his lips pressed into a thin line giving you the impression your presences was unwanted with how unsure he was about you already. ![]() ![]() “dick grayson,” his hands were cold and calloused and it almost made you jolt from your place on his porch. “i’m y/n,” your hand reached for his and he almost didn’t take it from how off putting your presences was. So, you you and your wild eyes and smiling face was the last thing he expected within this newly paper cut life. nothing that would bother him as he settled into a normal life a life away from what chased him. it wasn’t something he was excited about, but it wasn’t something he minded. ![]() The moment dick moved into this suburban area, he had expected nothing less than older couples waiting for their deathbed and newly started families with toddlers and golden retrievers that hosted block parties during july. it made his heart swell and he couldn’t help but let it dwell on his mind the moment these feature entered his visions. especially ones with doe eyes that shared a shy nature and kind hearted intentions. this was also meant to be posted in octoberĭick always loved a pretty face. this is to test the waters… next part will be a little frisky, but if this creates a negative outcome… i’ll let it be. small age gap, reader is of age, swearing, and mentions of murder About.a new neighbor arrives in town in the midst of a murder spree, but reader isn’t scared despite this new neighbor warning her.
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