OQ One Shots (#OQPromptParty)

Prompt 122- Stalker.

Trigger warning for gun violence

Robin

I yawned as I tiredly climbed the never ending staircase of our home, checking my wristwatch that told me it was almost eleven thirty, we had been on a wild goose chase looking for a suspect with no avail and I was exhausted.

I heard a slight commotion as I reached the top of the stairs, making me swallow nervously and poke my head into Roland's room, his comforter tossed back and his bed empty, my heart began to pound, but I chose not to panic immediately, recalling how he hadn't been able to sleep this past week, and Regina had probably allowed him to sleep on my side while I was still out at work.

For safe measure I poked my head into the nursery where our newborn daughter slept, her tiny body bundled soundly in her crib, allowing me to exhale slowly and make my way to the farthest room which was Henry's. I quietly knocked on the white wood and poked my head in, his comforter kicked back as well, something out of the ordinary since he wasn't downstairs when I came in.

I swallowed and finally rushed to the master suite, swinging the door open to find my wife on her knees in front of the bed with a tense expression, terror laced in her eyes. A man with his back facing me had a gun pressed against her temple, his index finger dancing with the trigger as he debated whether or not to kill her.

It felt as if all the blood had been drained from my body as I watched. Both Henry and Roland were being held aggressively by two others who had glocks pointed at them, my son shaking as he tried to hide his terrified sobs. My head was reeling at why Regina hadn't used her magic to subdue these attackers, but my eyes then fell on the leather cuff that was situated on her wrist.

I cursed at the fact that my gun was safely locked away downstairs where the kids couldn't get it and not in my holster for this event. My bow and arrow were still left in the office and my spare was somewhere within the clutter of our house.

"Come on in Robin Hood, join the party." The attacker said in a cynical tone, another man appearing from the closet, yanking on my arm to pull me inside the room. My eyes met my wife's and I could see the horror in them as he tossed me beside our children.

I immediately went to embrace them, but the clicking of the gun against my temple caused me to stop and pull away.

I looked up and saw the deranged doctor that had served the town for years, his eyes wild with madness. "It's going to be okay kids." I tried to assure, but I could feel the barrel of the gun pressing harder into my temple.

"If this little kid doesn't stop FUCKING crying I am going to shoot him in the face!" The doctor shouted, making Regina flinch forward out of instinct. My heart started pounding and I was trying to look around the room to see how I could defend myself and my family from these criminals.

"Whale, your issue is with me, not my husband, and not my children. Let them go and do what you want with me." Regina rationalized, her tone firm on the surface, but I could hear the change of voice compared to her everyday tone.

"Shut up! This has everything to do with them!" He snapped, both of us flinching once more, but her eyes were quick to think, clearing her throat to catch his attention. "Then let me at least comfort my son to quiet him down." She bargained, her voice unwavering as she held her ground before our possible murderers.

"Fine, make it quick." He grumbled, their pistols moving to point at me while Regina scurried over to the boys, pulling Roland close to her chest to silence him, her other hand squeezing Henry's to try and soothe them. "It's going to be okay, Mama is going to fix this, but you need to be quiet." She whispered, quickly drying his tears before turning towards the doctor, using her body as a shield.