A/N: Just a little bit of randomness...Because Robin can get insecure too. Not often, admittedly, but occasionally.
"Marian, will you marry me? Marian, will you marry me? Marian, will you marry me? Marian, will you marry - "
"Oh, for the love of God, STOP!"
A slight yelp, "You were listening to that?"
"It's hard not to. You've been practising different ways of asking Marian to marry you since sunrise this morning."
"Oh. Sorry," Robin sighs mournfully, "It's just...I'm so nervous, Much. I love her."
"So just ask her straight out!"
"But what if she says no? What if she doesn't want to marry me? What if she goes back to Gisborne?" Robin's voice has reached a panicked crescendo "What if - "
The voice is cut out by a yelp sounding, very accurately, as if the owner of the voice has been kicked in the shin.
"Robin, stop it! She loves you! She punched Gisborne and ran out on their wedding TO YOU! Doesn't that tell you anything?"
"Well..."
"That she loves you! Everyone knows that you two are made for each other! That you're meant to be together! The whole gang knows it! And she knows it as well as we do!"
A slightly pleased pause, "Oh. Thanks."
"No worries. Now will you just go and ask Marian to marry you?"
"Yes." Another pause, "Maybe just one more practise. 'Marian, will you..'"
"ROBIN, you say that one more time and I'm getting Little John to sit on you."
"John wouldn't sit on me."
"John's tempted."
Yes, John is tempted...