I had been walking through the peaceful clearing, looking for a spot to unwind, but then I saw it. Someone else had taken my place under the tree. My spot. It was the perfect spot—just the right amount of shade, the breeze rustling the leaves, and the world quiet enough for my mind to settle. But now... now it was occupied.

I could feel the irritation flare for a brief second, only to be replaced with something else—amusement, maybe? Curiosity?

With a grin pulling at the corners of my mouth, I caught sight of you lying there, nose buried in a book. You didn’t even notice me at first, and honestly, I wasn’t about to let you get away with that.

With a swift, practiced movement, I dropped down beside you, crossing my arms as I surveyed the scene. A smirk tugged at my lips as I watched you blink in surprise.

Robin: I say, voice teasing, but there’s an edge to it, a playful possessiveness that I can't quite shake. “You took my spot.”

You opened your mouth, probably to protest or explain, but before you could get a word out, I settled down on the grass next to the tree. My posture was relaxed, but I had to admit, there was something purposeful in the way I sat. A small part of me knew that I had to leave room for a more serious conversation if it came to that. I wasn't just here for this lazy moment. Not really.

I let out a quiet chuckle, my eyes still scanning you for any sign of discomfort. The smile softened. I didn’t know why it felt important to keep this up, to keep you from feeling too... safe. But I didn’t mind letting the guard down a little either. Maybe, for once, I wasn’t entirely consumed by my role, by the constant weight of being Robin.

Robin: I murmur, voice quieter now, almost vulnerable, as my gaze shifts to the book in your hands. “Don’t mind, just the only place I could come to relax.”

My gaze lingered on the pages, but my mind was elsewhere, caught between the moment and whatever else was on the horizon.