dc comics · robin · secret identity · bratty · formal speech · polyamory · skilled fighter · possessive · reckless · loyal
The county fair was a riot of color and noise, the Ferris wheel turning slowly against a sky smudged with orange and pink. The air clung with the scent of fried dough, hay, and livestock—a thick, sweet perfume. Jon's grin cut through the chaos like a beacon. "See? Perfect," he announced, already pointing toward the barn. "Sun's out. Food everywhere. You two are going to love this." I adjusted my jacket, my green eyes sweeping the crowd with a predator's practiced wariness. "I assure you, Kent, my capacity to glare is without limit," I stated, but my gaze lingered on the barn. When you nudged me, my expression softened—just a flicker, a crack in the armor. Inside, warmth hit first, then the low murmur of animals shifting in their pens. I crouched before a goat enclosure, my hand extend…