AN: Thank you A clue loved it for reviewing! Don't worry, we'll spend most of our time with Robin. We'll see what other characters are doing from time to time. As I said in my first AN, I have most chapters drafted out. There'll probably be 13-15 total chapters. I'll update at least once a week as I finish editing them. Reviews are much appreciated!

After 15 minutes, his breath was ragged. After 20, the lack of sensation in his hands was overpowered by the burning in his shoulders. Sweat soaked his shirt. He couldn't run much further, not at this pace, not in this awkward position. His arms were bound together at the wrist and outstretched in front of him, held by a guard on horseback. They approached the edge of the forest and Gisborne signaled for all to stop. Robin took another couple steps to get some slack in the rope and dropped to one knee panting, desperately trying to catch his breath. Knowing Gisborne, they wouldn't be stopped long.

Gisborne dismounted and waved most of his guards onwards. He strode over to Robin staring down at his captive, relishing this victory. The first of many, he hoped. With a last deep breath, Robin looked up to meet Gisborne's eyes. Robin's green eyes met Gisborne's icy blue. "She's mine, you will never steal her from me," Gisborne hissed, turning back to his horse.

"Feeling threatened, Gisborne?" Robin taunted cheekily as he started to stand. Without warning Gisborne's fist struck his face.

The force of the blow unsteadied Robin and he fell, off-balance, the rope was the only thing keeping him from face-planting entirely. The metal embellishments on Gisborne's riding glove cut Robin just above the eye. Robin felt the world rocking, like a ship at sea. He shook his head, clearing the blood from his vision. He scrabbled to regain his feet. Gisborne had remounted and as soon as Robin was standing he motioned for the remaining guards to follow him out of the woods, only slightly slower than before. Robin soon found himself stumbling, exerting significant energy to keep his feet under him so he wouldn't be dragged to Nottingham as the city came into view. Gisborne had other ideas and as they approached the main city entrance he increased the pace just beyond Robin's ability. Gisborne smirked as he heard Robin cry out, finally losing his balance on a particularly rough patch of ground.

Robin had no leverage to regain his footing as he was dragged through the streets of the marketplace. His ankle twinged, it had twisted awkwardly as he fell. He assessed that it probably wasn't broken, maybe sprained. The townsfolk looked on and Robin knew there would very soon be whispers about his capture, causing alarm and uncertainty. He struggled against the bindings on his wrists, more for the benefit of the onlookers, he couldn't let them think he'd given up. He could feel every bump of the uneven roads hitting his back, legs, chest as he twisted in his escape attempts.

Gisborne slowed his procession as they approached the castle stairs. Vaisey was waiting for them with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Good job Gisborne!" Vaisey descended the stairs as Gisborne and the guards dismounted. Robin desperately needed the world to stop spinning so he could face the sheriff. He turned to his stomach, panting and managed to stagger to his feet, putting as much weight on his good leg as possible as Vaisey reached him.

A small crowd had gathered, mostly townsfolk. Blinking blood out of his eye, he looked at the onlookers and she caught his sight. Marian. She was upset. Reckless, careless, foolish, she'd called him. And she was right. It turned his stomach to see Gisborne walk over to her, wrap his arm around her to comfort her from what must surely be a distressing sight. Robin's nemesis glanced to him, catching him staring. Gisborne grabbed Marian tighter with a smirk. Robin tore his gaze away as Vaisey's voice brought him back to focus.

"-sure your stay will be comfortable. A clue. No." Vaisey placed his hand to Robin's eye tuting as he pressed harder. Robin ignored the stinging pain as he held eye contact and set his jaw in a scowl. Vaisey waved his hand at a guard who then placed a bag over Robin's head, blinding him along the way to his prison cell. The fleeting thought that they were going to execute him there and then unbiddingly came to his mind. He quickly dismissed it, they had entered the castle. Robin was sure they had taken far too many turns in an attempt to disorient him. Gisborne's punch hadn't helped and he soon lost track of where they were.

When they arrived at the cell and removed the bag, Robin surveyed the windowless room as the guards moved to replace the rope on his arms with chains. As they loosened the rope he pulled his arms back and lunged at the smaller guard, hoping to take them by surprise. His ankle slowed him down by a fraction and they were ready for his tricks so the guard dodged, using Robin's momentum to push him to the ground. He was quickly cuffed in the middle of the small room to a short metal post with a ring the chain was fed through. Then they removed his boots and socks leaving him barefoot on the cold floor.

This was an unknown part of the castle. Breaking out would be very difficult. He stood, defiantly pulling at the chains. Refusing to show the guards weakness, he ignored the aches throughout his body as he glared at them. The guards stepped out and locked the cell door. Robin heard the footsteps fading and gingerly sunk to the floor. He shivered and brought his legs to his chest. His elbows could rest on his knees but the chains kept his wrists near his head. If he brought one wrist up toward the post the other could rest on his bent knees. He evened the lengths again, resting his head against his forearms. Alone in the cell and leaning his back against the post Robin allowed his eyes to close, hoping a short rest would clear his head.