What was this crazy girl doing? Why was she out in a city she didn’t know, with the cops chasing her down and pointing guns at her? The death glare was intense and even Cassie’s shoulders dropped as she made eye contact with the angry blonde. Not only was Cassie going to get her butt chewed out but Robert was as well. Why would he let her go out by herself?! Or maybe he didn’t know, he could be working late at the office and she snuck out. Either way Robert was going to get a piece of her mind when she saw him again about leaving his cousin unattended. Even though she’s 17; it is New York City and New York City has its temptations.

A horn blared and to her shock, a motor cycle flew between the two cop cars and stopped in front of the two girls. Hands up, she turned her attention to the driver to see it was Robin Hood. What did he want? Why was he here? Her face scrunched in confusion as he turned his attention to Cassie and held out his hand. What? What was going on? Ooohhh… after seeing the things that Cassie pulled out of her pocket and handed to Robin, her glare got even more stern. Why was she doing this? Did she have an obsession with Robin Hood as well… wait, what?

When Robin went to the police, Marian went straight to Cassie and grabbed her by her arm. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?”

“That’s…”

“Yes we’ve established who he is, you know who I am and unless you want to get introduced to the cops you better tell me why the hell you’re running around New York City stealing stuff? Did you think you wouldn’t get caught?!”

“I just wanted to meet Robin Hood…”

“Stealing we’ll get you thrown into jail before a moment like this happened. You’re not going to meet someone, especially like him by trying to mimic what he does…” 

The girl’s attention moved to Robin as he hollered to them. But the gunfire is obviously what got to them. Unlike Cassie who nearly jumped out of her skin towards Robin to help, Marian shoved her backwards, yanked open the car door and forced the bickering seventeen year old into the car. “Be safe.” She said quickly as she dashed around her small vehicle and jumped into the driver’s seat. Without anything else said or interrupted, her car roared to life and sped off.

“YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE HIM THERE?!” Cassie screamed at Marian as she struggled to find the door handle in the expensive car. 

“Cassie you don’t understand the situation that could have happened if we stayed…”

“HE WAS SHOT!”

“And if we would have stayed we could have been shot or arrested. He can escape better if we’re not around. DO YOU KNOW NOTHING?!” Marian snapped harshly to the young girl who suddenly got quiet. “If you honestly wanted to be part of the Merry Men, you should have gone about it the other way. You’re stressing everyone out.” Her body tensed as she drove, her hand tightened against the steering wheel as she turned the corner and started south.

“Isn’t the south section of New York City dangerous?”

“Nothing is more dangerous than how pissed off I am  at you right now.” Marian said darkly as she stared straight ahead in the drive. The drive was silent until they reached the church. Climbing out, she parked around back and slammed the door shut with anger. “Get up the stairs, now.” Marian thumped after the climbing teenager and opened the door to the church.

A man came up to them in surprise. “Welcome, what has brought you to the church today?” He asked softly, a gentle smile upon his face. 

“Forgive us for the intrusion father. We are meeting a friend here for safety I was told to tell you, you get what you give.” Marian said as she shut the door behind them.

“I see,” The Friar said with a nod and a warm smile, “Come with me.” With that he led the young ladies to a back room and inside where there were tables, chairs, couches and other things to help one relax. Robin wasn’t kidding when he said that the Friar allowed them to lay low. Attached was a bathroom with a shower and blankets and pillows were neatly folded in the corner. Every church had a kitchen, for most Father’s lived within them. 

A gentle gesture allowed the ladies to enter before the Friar stepped back out into the church taking in a deep relaxing breathe. That was until the front door opened once again; many lost souls find their way to his church so he wasn’t surprised to see someone else entering. What he didn’t expect was to find his friend nearly falling through the door. “Oh no. HELP!” He shouted to the people in the back and he took off down the walk way to the door. “Robin, Robin I’m here, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He spoke in a calm manner to avoid sending the injured young man into a panic. 

Marian and Cassie were soon to the men, Marian took one of Robin’s arms and the Friar took the other while Cassie led the way. “Miss,” Friar said to Marian as they laid Robin down on the couch, “Please get some wet towels and in the medicine cabinet is some cleaning supplies with a needle and thread. Can you retrieve them for me?” 

“Yes of course.” Marian said and she was off.

Reaching up, the Friar pushed the hood back from his face, revealing the closed eyes of the young hero. “My friend, you always come injured and never to visit.” He said softly with a smile upon his face, reaching down he rolled up the fabric to reveal the bullet. It was stuck out and visible, which was a good sign that he didn’t have to dig for it. “Child.” The Friar said, address Cassie who held back a look of disapproval for being called a child. “This will be a lot of blood and he will be in a lot of pain if he returns to consciousness. Can you hold him down whilst I work?” All Cassie could do was nod and placed her hands on Robin’s shoulders. Upon Marian’s return, the skilled Friar went to work.

An hour had gone by and many towels covered in blood were put into the washer before the Friar declared him done and fixed. Marian and the Friar went into the laundry room where replacement clothes hung for means of a disguise and began to talk. Cassie was left unattended with the masked vigilante.

Her gaze moved along him, he had been through a lot and she had wanted to know so badly… her temptation got the best of her and her hand rose up, slowly and gently pulling down the handkerchief that had covered his face… what she saw was… was….