let's escape reality together

Clothes thief (Dick Grayson x Fem! Reader, fluff)

He blinked at you sceptically. “Have you done something like this before?” You sent him a flat stare. “Pain meds for vampire migraines? No, I haven’t. But I’ve spent centuries studying herbs and natural remedies, and I’ve created the composition for every potion I sell. I think I can figure this out, thank you very much.” This earned you a chuckle. “So what? I’m going to be your guinea pig for this experimental new potion of yours?” He replied, his voice taking on a teasing tone. The corner of your mouth twitched. “This,” you pointed at your notes, “is not an experiment. It’s pretty simple actually. I just need to tweak the doses of a few ingredients to count for your body’s stronger resistance. That,” you pointed at the little jar sitting tucked away at the back of your counter, “that is an experiment.”

Your Master was a scary man. He was a collector of people, an artist with a very specific taste. And if you were damaged or you didn’t satisfy his taste anymore, he had no qualms about discarding you like trash. You’ve only been this close to him on a couple of occasions – one of which was when he first took you. But you couldn’t let your mind wander back to that time. You’ve erased it from your memory as best as you could. Otherwise you would have already gone insane. However, every time you’ve been around him, you felt his eyes – those dark, inky black eyes – bore into you. Like you were the only thing worth looking at in the room. Like he wanted to open you up to see how you looked on the inside.

You messed up. You knew you did. And now you will have to pay for it. That’s the thought flashing in your head like a blaring alarm as you were dragged along the dark corridor. There was blood on your skin and your clothes, it seeped through the fabric of your shoes. Most of it wasn’t even your own. At least you thought so. Your mind was in a frightened haze, your adrenaline still pumping in your veins in a frenzy. Images of gore and violence were chasing each other behind your eyes, the screams still echoing in your ears. You felt like you would never escape the stench of death that permeated that room.

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