This story is not intended to infringe upon the copyright of Robin of Sherwood, or to infringe upon those who own the copyright to said show. The author is receiving no profit from this piece of fan fiction.
The story is set some time during or after the third series.
Gisburne
Robin Hood! Robin-in-the-Hood! My brother! My brother is Robert of Huntington! The Earl's son! The outlaw! But only if you believe what these wolfsheads say.
My mother was the Earl of Huntington's whore.
Robin received all the due of the first-born son and heir. He gave it up to be an outlaw and for the love of a slut who rejected him. The fool! He had what should have rightfully been mine and he threw it away for nothing. Instead I am stuck with a fool of sheriff and chasing Robin Hood. HA! It's pathetic.
Robin Hood, my brother!? I don't believe it. It was a trick in battle done by that damned fat friar in order to distract me from killing his worthless leader.
But what if it's true? What if the wolfshead is my brother? Who beside Robin Hood and the disavowed friar knows? Would a friar, even as a wolfshead, lie? Of course, look at the Abbott.
My brother! He looks like he could be. But he had everything. Everything. While I had nothing except bruises and whippings. A mean- tempered bastard for a father and a whore for a mother! And now, perhaps, my younger half brother is an outlaw! Talk about a disgraceful family tree.
I'll have to ask my mother if this is true. She won't lie now, so near to death as she is. She won't refuse to see mw either. Though, I hate seeing her.
Later.
She said it was true! The words of that wolfshead over stuffed friar are true!. I'm Robin Hood's half brother. Ironic isn't it? The bastard son on the side of the law and the legitimate son-the heir- the outlaw.
Does the Earl know? Mother does not think so. It would it matter if he did?
Maybe now I can leave the sheriff. I knew who Robin Hood was and he didn't listen. He blames everything on me. The sheriff and Robin Hood are two sides of the same coin. Funny, now the same can be said about my brother and myself.
I can't leave the sheriff because I can't inherit, even when the Hooded Man hangs. How could I even prove it to the Earl without the bloody outlaw's aid? Would the Earl even acknowledge me with Robert still alive?
Can I kill my brother? The spoiled and pampered one.
I need to think upon the question. The question of my brother.