"A man's eyes will always speak the words his mouth won't."
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“Sewing up that hole would look tacky, Puddin’. Why don’t I just make you a new one?” Harley sat on my bed, examining my suit after the damage it had taken during my last fight with the Justice League. Freaks. Every last one of them.
I stared at myself in the mirror before meeting Harley’s ocean-blue eyes through the reflection. “I don’t need a new one. The hole isn’t even that big. No one's gonna notice.” She rolled her eyes anyway, already threading the needle just to satisfy me.
While I’d like to ask her how it’s been being engaged to Ivy, I’m more caught up in my thoughts about him to bring it up. His sexy black hair… every inch of his shredded body… the way his grip tightened when trying to bring me to my senses. Fuck Nightwing. He’s a prick who likes to play hero when he knows he’d be better on my side.
“Whatcha thinkin’ bout, Pandora?” Harley Quinn’s thick Brooklyn accent broke the silence and shook me out of my thoughts.
With a loud sigh, I sat on the edge of the bed and faced her with a face of disappointment. “You really wanna know, babe?” With the squint in her eyes and her turned-up lips, I could see her patience was running thin. “I just-” another exasperated sigh escaped my lips, “Nightwing.”
Harley fell back in a loud snicker. “This bullshit again?” My eyes rolled dramatically while another round of laughter filled the room. “Puddin’, I told ya it doesn’t matter who he is, what he does, or who you are. If you want him, get him.”
“Harley, that’s taboo, ain’t it?”
“Who cares? You’re from Blüdhaven, and you’re talking bout taboo.” Her voice was sweet like candy, and her tone was convincing. I thought about it for a second and nodded, just hoping to end the conversation. Explaining any more of my feelings for him might start up my delusion again.
After trying on my repaired suit, Harley departed for her and Ivy’s apartment for the night. I'm left drowning in my indescribable thirst for a man I can't have. So muscular... so badass... so fucking sexy- let's take a walk. My coat hanging on the diamond carrier I acquired from my first heist speaks to me in ways I wish that man would.
The alleys of Blüdhaven used to remind me heavily of my past, but since I've met Harley, I've gotten more comfortable being out and about. Every day, I spot members of the trafficking ring I was formerly a part of, so lucky for me, every day I have a new dummy for target practice. "Yo, baby girl.." Speak of the devil, and he what?
Without even having to turn around, I can tell the deceit-laced voice was someone I knew well. But when I did, a promise of violence hidden in steel was already pointed in my direction. "Oh, you want to shoot me, yeah?!" I lifted my curls to give him a better shot while keeping my hysterical tone and wide smile, "Well, if you do it, make sure it's right here, baby!" His hands slightly trembled, showing he wasn't ready to finish what he was 'sent to do', and that's when I knew this was an ambush. "They sent a pussy after me?" My voice projected louder as I closed the distance between us.
Even after noticing his bluff, the metallic silhouette never wavered. A harsh roar cut the tension apart, and my body violently met the ground. My eyebrows furrowed in pain, and I screamed bloody murder while holding my shoulder. "Oh my god, boss is gonna kill me." The panic in his voice soothed my ears as I watched him come closer to see how much blood I was losing. My body went limp, and my eyes fluttered shut. Just up until he was close enough…
Panic flooded his eyes as he stumbled back, and my grin widened. I gave fake sympathy as I watched him hold his neck, pouring uncontrollably. Blade still in hand, ready for the next goon to come out of the shadows. I gazed at the hole in the trash can not far from me and back to him in laughter. "What's the matter, baby boy? Need a band-aid?"
"A-Am I gonna d-die?" I could hear the remaining pieces of life fade with each word.
As his body collapsed, I made my way over to him and straddled his round shape. My smile grew hideously wide as the adrenaline rush kicked in from a new kill. "Don't worry…I'll make you look very lively, sweetheart." My knife now occupied the corners of his mouth, giving him a permanent smile. I'd left my thumbtacks at home, so I'd have to cut his eyelids off to keep his eyeballs visible.
Faint footsteps filled my ears, and I prepared to take down another nigga that tries to bring me back to hell. When I turned around, my heart skipped many beats. Fuck he's here; all 70 sexy inches of him are here.
"Pandora." The seriousness in his tone sent butterflies to my pussy.
His gaze left mine for a moment to scan the scene. Sympathy poured from his expression. Sound didn't escape his mouth, but his lips mouthed 'why?'
"Why?" I laughed. "The fuck you mean, why? I'm fucking untouchable now, and what better way to show it than this?"
The muscles in his face tensed, and he frowned. I hate being frowned upon. "I'm always here. I'll always protect you just like anyone else in this city; same as the first time."
This is bullshit. It's all bullshit. "Protect me?! Where the fuck were you just now then? 'Cause it wasn't here!" I brushed myself off and turned to leave.
A grip like none other formed around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. "Wasn't here? Why do you think there's only one guy here? I took care of the rest before they could even make moves on you, Pandora." My body softened to his touch as the adrenaline wore off. "Let me take you home."
"Focus on me right now, Pandora." Our eyes stayed locked on one another's, making the air thick with tension. He took out his cellphone and made a cleanup call before pulling me in the direction of my apartment building. I wanted to protest, but the thought of having him with me this long filled me with unimaginable amounts of joy.
As we arrive, I'm already getting self-conscious about the exterior of my apartment. It's a little run-down out here, but I've fixed up the interior so well that you forget how it looks on the outside. The knob takes my fingerprint, and I invite him in, though he looked as if he'd already been planning to come in.
He walked around the apartment with his fingers caressing his chin as if he were inspection or maintenance. "Is there something wrong?" I itched for an explanation.
"You're taking care of yourself well."
"I'm not a child, Grayson."
"Of course not! I just thought you'd be—no offense—kind of in need.." Tf? I mean, I have no legal source of income, but who needs one these days? Watching the disgust cloud my face, he profusely apologized. "I didn't mean it like that, I just-"
"Relax," I cut him off and began pouring both of us a cup of water. "I don't care what you meant. It's not that serious."
We both stood in silence at the kitchen island. I was recapping the night and deciding whether to find out more about why they want me back. Harley will know what's best. My disassociating must have worried him because I now found myself beneath his gaze, inhaling the sweet masculine aroma bouncing off his body. He lifts my chin to make my half-lidded eyes meet his. He asked if he'd done something to upset me, but all I'm thinking about is what he could do to cheer me up. I couldn't help but study his physique in that suit, itching to see underneath.
"I should make sure the scene is all clear, okay? You stay here." The sudden idea made me feel awkward about my feelings for him. The obsession gets worse day by day, and I have no way to relieve it. I let Nightwing take a lap around my apartment "to make sure there wasn't anyone in my home waiting to strike" before going to my room to shower.
Steam curled around me while the water softened every tense thought. I scrubbed away the sweat and stress clinging to me from the day. The net sponge slid across my back easily, reaching places a washcloth never could.
Before, murdering someone was traumatic for me; now, I can do it without a second thought. It's concerning how much I've adapted to this lifestyle. Nightwing isn't even afraid of me; it seems he doesn't want me in jail, either. Does he see me, or is this some trap?
My curls softened beneath my hands as conditioner melted through them like cream. Finger-combing was a part of my night routine to make styling it easier in the morning. My hair felt heavy and saturated as I wrung out each section carefully, trying to get out as much water as possible without tangling it again. I love to leave it out while doing skincare, so it's dry enough to braid down and go to sleep in.
I stepped out of the bathroom with steam still clinging to my skin, my nightgown brushing softly against my thighs. The room was dim except for the glow leaking through the curtains, casting silver light across the bed and across him. Nightwing was sprawled across my mattress as he owned it, still fully dressed in that black-and-blue suit. One arm hung off the edge of the bed while the other rested across his chest, his head tilted back against my pillows. His mask had been pushed up slightly, just enough for me to see how exhausted he looked now that he was asleep. The tension he usually carried was gone, replaced with slow, even breaths that barely disturbed the silence in the room.
Instead of waking him, I chose to let his big, funky ass rest and take my ass to the couch. Before I killed my therapist, she recommended I find healthy noise to help me sleep peacefully throughout the night; too bad she gave the Black Syndicate my schedule. My TV played sleep meditation until I finally dozed off.
The smell of espresso and pastries hung in the air while conversation bounced between our table and the rest of the room. My girls and I were probably the loudest in the shop; Selina had the most embarrassing experiences with men, and Pamela told us everything Joker did to Harleen that pissed her off. "That man wasn't even a demon, honey." She clasped her hands and shook her head, "he was the devil himself."
I excused myself to order another round of matcha. Suddenly, I collided with someone solid enough to stop me in my tracks. I could feel the pressure from his firm grip on my waist. His gaze carried the deep, endless blue of the ocean before a storm. It took everything in me not to run my fingers through his hair. My heart made every second feel like years, and I couldn't help but melt into his touch.
"Pandora." I listened to every letter that escaped his mouth and needed to hear it again, in a private setting. "Pandora?"
Snapping back into reality, I was embarrassed to have been staring for so long. "Grayson. What are you doing in Gotham?"
"Bruce Wayne asked to meet with me." I wanted to pry on what business they had today, but I know it's probably confidential hero shit.
I thanked him for not letting me fall and went back to my table with my drink. The girls were quietly snickering as if they'd been talking about me. Harleen nudged my side and nodded toward Grayson. I mouthed for her to shut up as a smile crept onto my face.
The four of us continued to enjoy our coffee date, planning when we'd all meet again. Pamela kissed her fiancée goodbye and left the shop before the rest of us. There's a new showcase at the museum today, and Harley and I thought it'd be so funny if it went missing after just one day. The waitress arrived with the rest of our checks and only handed me a receipt for a cleared tab.
I was dumbfounded. "Oh, no, I haven't paid yet; this must be the wrong tab."
"Ma'am, the man over there paid your tab 20 minutes ago." She smirked and nodded towards Grayson, who was a couple of tables away speaking with a man. We made eye contact, and he winked before returning to his conversation.
"I definitely caught that, Suga!" Harleen shook me in excitement.
"Wait, stop because I don't want to be delusional."
"No, I'm with Harleen on this," Selina spoke. Her voice was low and velvety, smooth enough to make every word linger in the air. "The way that man looks at you speaks for itself. A man's eyes will always speak the words his mouth won't."
Silence now coated the space, while the look of denial plastered itself on my face. Selina blew a kiss and exited the coffee shop. I glanced back over to Grayson and watched the meeting happening at his table. He stole a glance over at me, and the corners of his mouth tipped up.
The cold floor enveloped my almost bare feet while I made my way past the security cameras. It was pitch black in most areas, but diminutive lamps resided in a few antique cases. This meant I had to be cautious with my movements so I could blend in with the still darkness. Harley Quinn had the perfect equipment ready, so breaking in was a piece of cake; the hard part was getting to the new gallery and not setting off any alarms.
My earpiece emitted Harley's sugary voice, "Is it looking good? I'm dying to come in, Suga…"
I swept one more room before clearing her. It didn't take long for her to meet me near the locked door of the new gallery. "We might have to take the vent. I have a feeling this door is engraved with sensors." She nodded in agreement, and we extended our plan.
Harley held my hands while I lowered myself down far enough to get down as soundly as possible. After that, I caught her at her thighs and placed her down next to me. She looked dumbfounded, staring at the showcase. Her voice was nothing above a whisper, "There it is, Puddin'…it's beautiful."
Its glimmer and beauty had me spellbound as well. I couldn't believe my eyes. Worth over 600 million dollars, and it's about to be in my hands… Excitement coursed through every vein in my body.
Harley replaces her knit gloves with traction gloves to better grip the glass. I watch her every move to make sure we make no mistakes, and just like I knew she could, she swiftly removes the casing without an alarm sounding. Now it's my turn.
If my research is accurate and this IS the real amulet from the late Princess Alvarez, then the amulet weighs around 1.36 kilos. I brought that exact weight in a sock full of rice. I made my switch precisely without adding weight I hadn't removed yet. My attempt was successful, and THE amulet now resided in MY hands. Oh my gosh.
Hastily, I placed it in a protective case and locked it, while Harley returned the glass to the showcase. We silently squealed and continued our plan. Every once in a while, she looked at the cameras she'd placed outside the museum to make sure no one arrived unexpectedly. As of right now, we're still in the clear.
If there had been even a shadow of us on those recordings, tonight would've been for nothing.
I quietly exited the gallery and made my way toward the employee stairwell. According to the museum blueprints, the security office sat on the second floor, tucked away from public access. I hugged the wall with every turn, pausing each time I thought I heard footsteps.
The museum was still ours. I slipped upstairs and found the door labeled Security Personnel Only.
The electronic lock took less than a minute to bypass. Harley would've teased me for taking so long, but a minute was still a minute. The door clicked open. Rows of monitors covered an entire wall, each one displaying a different part of the museum. Hallways. Entrances. Storage rooms.
Gallery Twelve. There we were.
Harley and I moved across the room like ghosts, our shadows barely visible beneath the dim lighting.
I plugged a flash drive into the security computer and navigated through the archived footage. The system wasn't nearly as secure as the museum claimed. Within moments, I had access to every camera in the building.
Delete Gallery Twelve...Delete East Hall...Delete North Stairwell...Delete Security Corridor...
Progress climbed slowly across the screen: 23%…48%… 71%.
A soft click echoed behind me. The hairs on my neck stood straight up as I stiffened nervously. Jail might be my best friend tonight, but at least Harley has the amulet.
"You know…" After processing the voice sounding behind me, I didn't dare turn around. I could already hear the disappointment spilling from his tone. "...Batman said this would probably be a waste of my night."
The silence sparked my curiosity so much that I finally faced him. Nightwing stood in the doorway with his escrima sticks holstered, one hand resting casually against the frame. His mask hid half his face, but I could still make out the amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I told him," he continued, "if anyone was crazy enough to break into Gotham Museum on the new gallery's opening night..."
"...it'd probably be you."
I smiled despite myself. "You flatter me."
The progress bar continued climbing behind me: 84%. Neither of us moved.
"You gonna arrest me?" I asked.
He sighed. "But Bruce asked me to recover the artifact."
"So that's why you're here."
I folded my arms. "Well, I'm doing Harley a favor."
His eyes drifted to the computer screen.
"You're deleting the footage."
"Very observant." I winked and blew him a kiss.
"Pandora..." His voice softened, and my heart ached. "You know I can't let you finish."
I leaned against the desk with a grin. "You can certainly try." The progress bar ticked upward: 91%. He pushed himself away from the doorway and slowly walked toward me. No rushing. No fighting stance. Just those slow, confident steps that somehow made my heart beat faster than if he'd sprinted at me.
"You always make things difficult."
"You keep showing up where I work."
"You know what I mean." He stopped only a few feet away. Close enough for me to catch the familiar scent of leather and cedar lingering on his suit. Close enough that I had to remind myself to keep breathing.
His eyes flickered to the monitor for only a split second. That was all the opening I needed. My hands ran straight to his hair, taking so much of it in my grip as my lips collided with his. First, it felt like I was alone in it, but then his tongue slid across my bottom lip, and I granted him access further into my mouth. Nightwing stood me up out of the chair and gripped my ass. As the kiss deepened, I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. The butterflies that once occupied my stomach were now set ablaze in my pussy.
He sat me atop the desk, and his lips traveled to my neck, sucking and biting every area accessible. I'd thrown my head back in utter bliss and taken my chance to sneak a peek at the progress bar: 99%. Just a little longer.
I placed my palm on his bulge and rubbed against it softly, causing his breath to hitch, and that turned me on even more. I don't know if I should take it further or leave it where it is when the footage is finally deleted. Just as he was about to go in for another kiss…the phone rang. He'd scurried to the other side of the office, and I watched as he tried to compose himself and steady his breath.
Whoever called had to have reminded him of his objective because he'd quickly run to the computer to cancel the deletion. My breathing paused for a moment, scared of the possibility of him making it in time, but then quickly resumed the second the screen lit up green.
Nightwing raised his phone back to his ear and kept eye contact with me, staring deep into my soul. I couldn't tell what emotion had overcome him. Lust, disgust, disappointment; it all looked like one enormous feeling. "No, whoever stole it was a mastermind. There are no clues to recover; nothing was left behind."
Giving him a thankful smile, I'd silently climbed into the vent above and safely made my way back outside the museum.
"Well, that was nice of him, wasn't it?" Harley appeared from behind the dumpster.
"You left your walkie on. Unfortunately, I heard all that damn smacking too." We both laughed and walked our jolly asses home.
The silence that surrounded my room was eerie. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling; recapping my night, unsure of my feelings for Nightwing. Thinking about him sends such a strong sting of euphoria to my pussy.
My fingers circle my favorite spot while imagining him between my legs, pounding relentlessly, letting my eyes roll back. A small moan escapes my lips, followed by his name. I keep going until I reach the orgasm I've been chasing. My heart's beating fast, and my breaths are short and rapid.
"Don't think you're done for the night." My heart falls to my ass, and I'd be surprised if I ain't shit it out. My scream was muffled by a hand over my mouth. I couldn't see him before, but now, closer, the moon's light bounces off of him perfectly. His face holds an expression I've never seen on him. "You thought you could do that to me at the museum, and I wasn’t going to come see you, Pandora?"
He removes his hand to let me talk. "What the fuck are you doing here? How'd you get in and how long were you in my room?"
"Long enough to know how the rest of my night is gonna go." He never broke eye contact as he waited for my response. Nothing came out. Slowly, he leaned in and took my lips into his. It was like at the museum but hungrier.
Nightwing slipped his tongue into my mouth and deepened the kiss. I felt his hand slip under my tank top, and at this point I didn't know if I wanted to stop this. This is what I've been wanting.
My nipples were hard and sensitive as he played with one and took the other into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue sent shivers down my spine and made me arch it. He started sucking, and I tried my best to stay quiet.
"You were just letting it out; don't be quiet now." He sucked harder and continued to tease me until I listened.
"Yeah, that's what I want to hear, baby." His voice was deep and full of hunger. "I want you screaming it by the end of the night."
His attention moved from my chest and slid down to my sweet spot. My clit was still sensitive from the previous orgasm, making my body jerk. This piqued his interest, and he continued to circle it. I tried to scoot away, but he grabbed both my wrists into one hand and pinned me into place.
"Please, it's so sensitive~."
He looked at me for the smallest second before diving down and inserting his tongue into the mix. The hand that was once fingering me was now holding my thighs to my stomach while he lapped my juices up. He moaned his satisfaction into my pussy, and I genuinely felt my soul escaping my body.
My orgasm visited so quickly, and a desperate shuddering whimper exited my throat.
He let me go, and I thought we'd be done; then his pants came off, and I knew I was fucked. "Oh, I'm not hungry." I smiled nervously, looking back and forth between his eyes and the bulge in his boxers.
He completely ignored my comment and exposed himself fully. Two and a half handfuls of orgasmic bliss slapped his thigh. I watched him carefully as he crawled between my legs and positioned his dick between my folds, sliding up and down my core.
"Tell me to stop," Grayson whispered to me. My body betrayed me, and my mouth stayed occupied with soft whimpers. "Tell me to stop, Pandora." He said in a sterner voice, challenging me. My eyes locked onto the movement between my legs and then up at him, showing Grayson I was lost in the clouds.
His tip circled my hole before his entire dick infiltrated my walls. The sexiest exasperated groan filled the air and was followed by so many more. The noises he was making were making my pussy wetter, and I could tell he was enjoying it too.
I gripped his wrists and pushed my lower body onto him even more; essentially fucking him back. I thought I could turn the dominance tide up until he flipped me onto my stomach abruptly and thrusted himself back in.
"Fuck yes!~" My eyes were rolling back, and my breath was cut short by his hand squeezing my throat. I was getting fucked silly and had no plans of stopping it. "Keep going, daddy; please don't stop," I struggled to get out.
My G-spot was being hit perfectly, and my moans got louder and uncontrollable. "You're taking it so well, baby." He praised me before fucking me harder than before. "But I want to see you struggle."
He was deep. So fucking deep. I couldn't catch my breath between strokes. Tears pricked my eyes and slowly rolled down my cheeks.
"Grayson, please!~" I pleaded for mercy. His groans got louder and harsher until he pulled out and coated my back with his arm liquid. I let out a sigh of relief.
Grayson's head drops and rests on my forehead. A whisper surrounds my ear, "I'm sorry, I have to go." Regret coats every word that comes out of his mouth. My heart drops and I feel like I've made the biggest mistake of my life. I couldn't utter not one word as he puts his clothes back on and leaves.
Tears stream down my face nonstop when I finally hear the front door close. What did I do? I repeat to myself desperately.
A/N - What will the future hold?? Do you like Pandora and Dick Grayson together?? Do you think they should live outside of social norms and just fall in love??
Join me in part 2: Gotham Ruined Us (coming soon, hopefully (ᵕ—ᴗ—))
Lil spoiler: Pandora 🫂 Psychosis
