It was raining. The power went out early in the afternoon. At first it wasn't so bad. It was humid, the house was dead silent, but it was ok. Then, when the sun went down, shadows got too dark, too long. Amon didn't like the dark, remembering how at Solomon training they were taught to work at night.
"Robin, can you light some candles?"
She obliged. Green eyes flashing quickly, flame slowly growing beneath her gaze. She let her hair down, gold in the light.
She looked at him, and smiled.
It was a dark and stormy night ….