Everything’s complicated. ‘Complicated’ was a word that Marian couldn’t stand. Her father used that as an excuse a lot in order to get her to avoid topics he didn’t want to talk about. Especially when it came to her joining the force; ‘You can’t join it’s complicated.’, ‘We’ll talk about it later but it’s rather complicated.’, ‘This case is too complicated to talk about.’ Everything was ‘complicated’ but could be easily fixed if someone who just take the time to explain. The plain truth is, people just don’t want to tell her things for this or that reason, and that was something she didn’t enjoy… at all.

Robin did pose an interesting question. Was he a criminal or was he a saint? Was he what the tabloids made him out to be or was he something outlandish and dangerous? Was he an angel or a demon? Her hand reached up, her soft palm resting gently against his far cheek as she turned his head to look at her. Leaning in to close the gap almost forehead to forehead, she spoke softly. “You are a man doing what is needed in society to right the wrongs of the rich and helping the poor. Justice is served more ways than one and this is something that is needed at this point. Am I willing to take that gamble? If it’s to better the lives of people then yes, and hopefully, through your actions; the rest will realize what they are doing is wrong and follow suite to treat others better.” A small smirk curled her full lips, “Besides, you can’t be all bad; you lent a freezing girl your jacket, which I will return to you by the way, when other people wouldn’t even lift a finger. Gentleman actions from someone who isn’t supposed to be a gentleman just shows how wrong society is.” She slowly dropped her hand from his face, her fingertips dancing along his cheek before falling off.

Her smirked curled into a smile as she pulled herself back upright and turned to look straight ahead leaning back against the bench once again. “So yes, I am willing to gamble on that. The real question is, will I get a seat at the table to play?”