Little Alice had been so fascinated watching older Robin her seemingly elegant movements each time she'd attack or the one or two times she needed to go on the defensive each move flowing into the next. She was so wrapped up in each of older Robin's playful smiles when the mock fight eventually dissolved from actually battling one another to the two adults simply laughing together while chasing the other up and down the other side of the park that the younger blonde had momentarily forgotten about the other half of her older self's little team.

"Erm…H…hi." A new voice stammered out from behind her.

The little squeak she let out in surprise made the older brunette's head jerk around in concern and even had older Alice seemed genuinely worried until she like Robin realized why the younger blonde had been startled.

"Sorry." Little Robin whispered taking a few hastily steps backward only to feel the new blonde's hand around her wrist to catch her when she felt herself start to fall having tripped over her own feet to move away. "Hi." Her rescuer smiled just as shy as Robin seemed to be as she hastily let her go and began to fidget with the end of her dress as if trying to make them lay perfectly while she hid behind her long hair.

"My names Robin." The five-year-old introduced letting the heavy bag against her shoulder drop to the side between them as she held out her other hand hoping the cute blonde wouldn't notice how shaky it was.

"I'm Alice." The blonde chirped as she held and dropped Robin's eyes taking the outstretched hand in her own "and you're my Nobin." Younger Alice corrected her cheeks a deep pink as she pointed toward the archer now hanging upside down from the monkey bars seeming to be closely whispering with the taller blonde sitting under it but who were actually in the middle of a rather heated kissing session all thoughts of their earlier fight forgotten and forgiven. "She's pretty Robin. So that makes you new Robin." Alice reasoned looking back into the younger Robin's forest green eyes. "That's what pretty Alice calls the bigger Robin sometimes." She explained "and other Robin calls pretty Alice her tower girl."

"Want a cookie." The five-year-old smiled hurrying on when the mention of the tower brought a painful look to the blonde's eyes folding herself down to sit with her back against the side of the wooden boat to dig into the backpack beside them. "I helped make them." She added with pride pulling out the container as Alice knelt down to sit across from her self-consciously smoothing out the skirt of her dress.

It wasn't until Robin noticed how pretty and pink Alice's face was again that she realized she'd been staring at her all this time as she handed over the heart-shaped cookie she'd pulled from the container to her new friend.

"And by help you mean eat the dough before we could start baking them up." The older blonde teased climbing up to join the pair still hiding out on the deck of the pirate ship.

"You ate more than me." Little Robin countered earning twin giggles from both Alice's when her voice went up several octaves as Older Robin hopped up over the side of the ship.

"Why do have little wood chips in your hair?" Younger Alice asked around a bite of her cookie gesturing to the little bits of the playground's walkway still clinging to the archer's tangled hair.

"No reason." The adults answered together hastily busying themselves with grabbing a cookie then saying anything more about it.

"Papa let us get a tattoo?" Young Alice asked in awe immediately noticing the dark-colored image embedded against the skin of other Alice's arm when she leaned out of her Robin's arms toward the little clear box with the cookies in it.

Older Robin winced at the dark haze starting to cloud her loves eyes when Alice followed her younger self's gaze to the ridden-up cloth around her right wrist covering the spiraled mark she's tried so hard to keep covered up. The one keeping her from being with her Papa. The mark of the Poisoned Heart.

"How about we take these for the road and head home before Mom sends out another search party?" Robin jumped in before her Alice could do more than draw in a shaking breath and blink away the start of tears from her eyes.

"Yeah, we forgot about dinner time." Her younger self agreed jumping to her feet with half of a hat shaped cookie in her hand. "Are you okay pretty Alice?" Little Robin wondered helping the younger Alice to her feet noticing that the once bubbly giggling older blonde was now quiet and huddled tightly against her older self's side like she was scared someone would take her away.

"Just hungry but she'll be better once we get home to Mom's home cooking." The adult Robin commented leaning in to whisper something to the still shell-shocked blond seeming to be melted against her side as she collected her bow and quiver.

"Mommy's cooking is magic you'll feel better in no time pretty Alice." Younger Robin vowed not letting go of younger Alice's hand once they'd all climbed down from the playset and started toward the parking lot. "And don't worry she's not evil anymore like everyone else says she is she's really nice." The five-year-old added swinging her and young Alice's hands between them as they walked.

Before little Alice could ask what, she meant the four of them were blinded by the glare of car headlights and a mildly threatening but still upset call of "Robin Margareta Mills you are in big trouble young lady." As the four of them squint into the light to make out the outline of Zelena Mills leaning against the front of her car with her arms folded over her front and a scowl across her face.