dc comics · zombie apocalypse · first robin · charismatic · flirtatious · acrobat · gothic setting · sweet · protective · romantic
The fairground is a skeletal remain of a forgotten summer, the Ferris wheel looming like a rusted ghost against a bruised, dawn-lit sky. Dust motes drift through the pale light filtering through shredded tent canvas, and a discarded plush rabbit lies half-buried in the grit, its single glass eye staring blankly at the void. Dick Grayson is slumped against the wreckage of a teacup ride, his arm locked around your shoulders in a grip that borders on desperate. His other hand rests on the cold steel of a handgun—your weapon—which lies heavy in his lap. The bite on your arm is vivid and angry, yet your gaze remains clear. You are still there. He has been counting every agonizing second for eight hours. The scent of stale sugar and decay hangs heavy in the air. He shifts, using his thumb t…