Hey guys! After a break from PromptParty, kicking back into gear with another update for this Divergent AU. It's a bit of a filler chapter, but hopefully still entertaining! Enjoy!

"You look good," a voice calls from behind him. "Bow and arrow suits you."

Robin relaxes his hold on his bow, turning to give the instructor a wide grin. Save from the two of them, the training room is empty. The sun has set just a few minutes past dinnertime and everyone is winding down for the night, which leaves these otherwise occupied rooms free of any disturbance, just how Robin likes it.

"Don't let me stop you," Regina continues, leaning her hip onto one of the upright metal stands that display an assortment of bows like the one Robin still holds. She crosses her arms, an amused smirk playing on her lips.

Robin chuckles at the brunette, shaking his head. "Don't you have better things to do than watch an amateur shoot arrows?" He questions, "Besides, I thought we agreed on not meeting in public places such as these."

Regina shrugs, glancing about the obviously vacant room. "I don't see anyone," she hums, "And I won't tell if you won't." She chuckles, pushing herself off the holder to slowly approach the line where Robin stands. On the way, she grabs a bow for herself and a freshly stocked quiver of arrows. "Also, I see no harm in brushing up on my archery skills as well. Was never my strong suit."

"You?" Robin blinks at the brunette, shaking his head incredulously. "I thought—"

Regina interrupts him with a snort as she comes to stand beside Robin at the shooting line. "Robin, as much as you and the rest of them want to think I'm perfect—"

Robin scoffs. "You were inducted into Dauntless at the top—ranked first—in your class."

Regina rolls her eyes. "Only because I was good at throwing a few punches. You forget archery's not exactly a necessary skill needed in order to pass."

"Well it should be." Robin shrugs. He draws his bow once more, loosening another arrow. The pair watch as it flies forward, hitting the bullseye without ceremony.

"I doubt a bunch of sticks would help if you're up against an arsenal of guns."

"You can't deny that it's one of the more honorable ways to fight, though."

At this, Regina frowns, turning to him. "How so?"

"Well, I guess you have to work harder to use the weapon, much harder than simply pulling a trigger. You feel your muscles strain when you pull the arrow back…" Robin shrugs again. "I don't know, if I had to pick any weapon to kill with, it would be this." He holds up his bow to which Regina tilts her head from side to side in acknowledgment.

"Fair enough," she says before fitting the string of her own bow into the notch of a brand-new arrow. Robin watches as she takes her aim: the way her dark brows furrow together in deep concentration, and the intensity of her stare as her eyes darken when they settle on the target. Perfectly sculpted under her smooth, flawless skin, the muscles in her arms flex beautifully.

The arrow shoots forward in a perfect line—so perfect that Robin is sure she'd hit the bullseye. But alas, he's off in his judgment as the arrow's tip pierces the outer edge of the second to innermost ring.

"Fuck."

"It's all right." Robin is quick to comfort. "You haven't shot an arrow in—how long?"

"A few years," Regina admits, glancing at him. "To be honest, I loved the challenge. It's just… Gold insisted that I be trained on guns and hand-to-hand combat. If I were to really be honest though, I'd rather skip out on all the fighting and work in the intelligence sector."

"How come?"

"It's more peaceful." Regina shrugs. "I've worked there briefly for about six months before Gold decided to transfer me over to handle the initiates. I wasn't and still am not so much about teaching people how to fight, contrary to what most think. I liked solving problems, figuring out new strategies to keep the faction districts and the wall safer—well, back before this uprising. Now, I don't think I'd be capable of coming up with battle plans to further a civil war—what?"

Robin blinks, not realizing he has been staring with a goofy grin smeared across his face. "All this time, everyone raves about how you're so cunning and ruthless and the Evil Queen. And here you are being so…"

Regina arches a critical brow at him. "Soft?"

Robin shakes his head. "Honorable. Diplomatic. It's admirable."

"You forget that I—"

"Regina…"

The brunette rolls her eyes as she grabs another arrow from the quiver slung across her back. "You don't need to keep reassuring me of the inherent goodness you're so certain I have." She loosens the arrow, watching it fly forward and hit the target a hair closer to Robin's coveted spot at the center. Regina blows out a breath.

"You're too stiff."

"Excuse me?" Regina pins him with a scowl.

Robin shrugs a shoulder, undeterred in the least. "You hold your breath, causing your arm to shake. Try to breath naturally and let the rhythm of your breathing fall in line with the action. Like this." Robin grabs his arrow to demonstrate. "Deep breath in when you draw the bow, let it out slowly to aim, and at the very last bit of air you have, you shoot." He pulls the arrow back as he fills his lungs with air with an audible breath before slowly exhaling while aiming. The arrow hurdles through space, landing on the bullseye right next to his last shot.

When he glances at Regina, he chuckles shyly at her gawking expression. "Since when did you know so much about shooting a bow and arrow?" She accuses.

Robin grins, soaking in the little boost to his ego. "Trial and error, I suppose," he answers, "And I've read about it before, long ago."

"You mean back when you were in Abnegation." Regina scoffs. "I never took you to be one who'd read books on how to shoot weapons while also at the same time showcasing your humble, compassionate tendencies."

Now it's Robin's turn to roll his eyes. "Well, perhaps I was simply bored out of my mind."

"How pretentious of you."

"Indeed. That's why I took to stealing from a couple rich Erudites to give to the factionless. I was doing what I was supposed to, right? Helping those in need." Robin's smirk is mischievous.

At his confession, Regina's jaw drops as she gasps mockingly but also in surprise. "You rebellious outlaw!"

He throws his head back, laughing aloud. "Don't worry, it was only a handful of times."

Regina smirks at him, her shoulders bobbing as she can't help but chuckle. Her eyes sparkle with amusement. "I never took you for one who'd be so insubordinate. But then I suppose you always had that streak in you somewhere."

Robin beams at her. He sidles up from behind as she grabs another arrow and proceeds once more to take her stance in preparation to shoot. Before he even has time to process anything, he lifts his hands to rest over where Regina grips her bow and pinches the arrow.

"Relax your grip on the bow," Robin instructs softly, "You're knuckles are white."

Regina lets out a breathy laugh whilst rolling her eyes. But she obeys, allowing Robin the room to more fully grasp the bow. Cheek pressed against hers, he guides her gently, moving the bow just so, so that the arrow points directly at the bullseye.

"Eyes open," Robin whispers, "Breathe."

Regina lets the arrow loose and the pair watch as it flies forward. In the blink of an eye, it hits the bullseye with a sharp fltt!

Robin feels a smile spread across Regina's face as her skin brushes his. Together, they lower the bow and she turns to look at Robin from over her shoulder. Her eyes sparkle with a kind of childlike delight that's refreshing for one usually so serious and aloof. The look is there for but a moment before Robin can tell that telltale sign of her olive-toned cheeks turning a shade pinker. And she drops her gaze, stepping back from his arms.

"What is it, Regina?" Robin asks, dropping his hands to his side.

Regina shakes her head. "Just, I haven't felt like this in a long time." Her smile is shy as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

Robin's heart warms at her tender, sentimental demeanor. He steps towards her, shamelessly wrapping his arms around her hips and pulling her into him. Regina's hands reach up to play with the collar on his black pullover. With this gesture, her smile falls.

"My mother's power is growing stronger by the second," she states quietly, "There are shipments coming in every day now and I know they're from her."

"What kind of shipments?" Robin frowns.

"I don't know. They're in plain cardboard boxes branded only with the Erudite logo. Gold won't tell, neither will he let me near them." Regina's eyes are wide with concern. "Something's going on, and I have a really bad feeling about it."

"This is to do with Divergents?"

Regina nods. "And Abnegation. Her goal is to take down both. As I'm sure you know, Abnegation has been known to harbor them, to keep them safe. That's why she believes the faction isn't fit to rule, and also now…" Her gaze drops to her feet as she stares at the floor between them.

"What?" Robin encourages gently, brows furrowing. He lifts her chin to meet her eyes, searching yet another pained expression.

"The fact that you left. She's using that against your father, to show he's the one who's the monster."

Robin sighs deeply. "I know," he admits.

Regina frowns, tilting her head. "You do?"

Robin nods. "I ran into Cora in the hallway coming from the Pit. She was trying to glean more information about Dad by telling me how much he would miss me, thinking that I'd play right into it."

"I'm really sorry." Regina picks at her nails. "I'm sorry she's trying to put you in the middle of this."

Robin shakes his head. "I expected it," he sighs, "I knew people would talk. But there was no way I could've stayed there, even if it is causing this uprising."

"No, you didn't cause this. This feud started long ago. This just gives Mother more fuel to go by."

"Do you think she'll succeed?"

Regina swallows hard, her eyes meeting Robin's with a sad expression. "You don't know her like I do. She'll stop at nothing. And with Gold by her side…"

"What are we going to do?"

Regina lifts her shoulders. "There's nothing we can do. I told you, I have to answer to Gold, which means ultimately answering to my mother. If I fall out of line, he'll reveal to everyone that the daughter of the most powerful dictator of all the factions is Divergent."

"And that would cause an uprising against her. Cora would kill you to maintain her campaign to kill all Divergents."

"Maybe, or maybe not. People may rebel, but they don't know her. As cruel as she is, I know my mother won't kill me. She's good at twisting things to work in her favor. Gold actually said she'd willingly take me back. And I really don't want to think about what could happen if she does."

Robin nods, recalling the conversation between Regina and Gold that he'd eavesdropped on a few days ago. Ultimately, there is no telling what could happen. Either way would prove detrimental for Regina, which has anxiety and concern for the brunette coursing through his veins like zaps of electricity. She's already defying her orders by sparing Robin's life.

"I know what you're thinking," Regina continues, reading him like an open book. She looks at him with her wide brown eyes. "Gold and my mother are smart. But I'm smart too. And I won't go down without a fight for your life, even if it means facing my mother again."

"Regina, I can't bear the thought of something happening to you because of me—"

Regina's lips press to Robin's, silencing him and stealing the worrisome thoughts from his mind for a short moment as he melts into her kiss. His hands automatically reach upward to entangle themselves in her curls. One kiss from her is enough to almost make him believe that all is right in this world.

"Regina," Robin protests against her lips.

Regina pulls back, her eyes glistening as she traces his stubble with her fingers. "Shhh," she soothes, swiping her thumbs across his cheeks. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Letting out a breath through his nose, Robin nods slowly, acquiescing to putting his worries aside—for now. It's with some effort that he fights that niggling feeling as they continue to practice with their respective bows and arrows. But as a distraction, he simply takes to admiring Regina as she becomes more and more confident in shooting arrows: her proud little smirk each time she manages to hit the target, the way her back muscles ripple as she draws back the bow with ease, the seriousness of the expression of her side profile. The rest of their time in the training room is fairly stress-free. And by the time the clock hits ten, the pair have resigned themselves to lounging in Regina's little hideout, quietly trading kisses in the dark.

Early the next morning, Robin wakes with the brunette snuggled tightly to his chest. He smiles at the feeling: the warmth they share and the way their breaths are timed in and out, and in and out. He could spend all day like this. But alas, even the walls have ears and maybe even eyes. So, Robin begrudgingly extracts himself from Regina, and with a kiss to her cheek, tiptoes from her little chamber.

His footfalls are almost silent as he creeps along Dauntless's deserted hallways, intent on getting back to the initiates' dorms before anyone wakes. Rounding a corner, Robin sees the Pit just up ahead, his sleeping quarters lying just beyond.

But it's just as he's about to emerge from the endless tunnels into this vast space, when he is suddenly grabbed from behind.

Robin groans aloud as a hand snakes around his mouth. He twists this way and that, writhing in his captor's unbelievably strong hold. The image of the Pit grows more and more distant as he is dragged backward. And Robin's heart pounds in his ears.

In his desperate attempts to free himself, he throws back an elbow into the ribs of whomever is behind and is delighted to hear the immediate gasp in pain and the slight loosening of the person's grip. Robin uses this to his advantage, spinning around and slamming his assailant hard against the hallway's concrete wall. Only then does he finally see exactly who'd attacked him. A pair of fiery gray eyes glower at him and that's just enough to have Robin's forearm pressing hard against the front of the man's neck.

Graham coughs, the veins in his skin popping as he struggles to gather what little air Robin allows him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Robin growls, both fear and rage reverberating in his bones.

The burly leader glares at him, a look of defiance in his features as his lips curl in a delighted snarl. "Gold," he wheezes.

"What?" Robin demands, his heart racing as he wants to doubt very much that he'd heard correctly. Reluctantly, he lightens the pressure on Graham's neck ever so slightly.

"Gold," Graham coughs, "He wants to talk to you."