A/n: Well the concept of this ship is amazing and I wanted to try writing for it so here I am! I plan on writing for it as much as I can but I work full time so I'm not sure how often the updates will come. Please enjoy!

Edit: Thank you to nahbois68 and JLC63 for correcting me on Little John's name...i knew that...I have no idea where Baby John even came from.

Night had long since fallen on the forest. The air was still and peaceful, the only sound being the crackling fire and the low whispers of some of the merry men who were taking shifts watching the camp.

Inside one of the tents, slumbering peacefully was Robin, his young son curled against his chest to shield him from the brisk night air.

Suddenly Robin was roused from his sleep at the sound of a disturbance outside the tent. It wasn't very loud – just his men commenting on something they saw in the distance – but his years as a trained thief kept him alert.

He glanced down at Roland still cuddled into his chest, a small smile on his little pink lips and he carefully maneuvered himself out of his son's grip as to not wake him.

Roland whimpered a little at the loss of warmth but remained asleep now curling into the blanket draped over him.

Robin smiled warmly at his little boy and made sure the blanket was securely covering him before he moved toward the tent flaps to see what the commotion was about.

The dim light of the fire did nothing to illuminate the dark moonless sky and he squinted his eyes to see through the night. He spotted Little John and one of his other merry men at attention, still seated near the fire but hands ready on their swords as they looked into the sky.

"What is it?" Robin asked cautiously as he approached them, turning his attention to the sky.

"There was something out there, Robin." Little John answered, a concerned frown on his lips.

"I told him it was a bat." The other man, Percy, said.

Little John scoffed. "That was unlike any bat I ever saw."

Robin furrowed his brow. "How so?"

"Too big." Little John answered and then brought his fingers up to form circles around his eyes. "Glowing eyes too."

Robin looked up at the sky with a frown, seeing nothing but the twinkling lights of the stars. Little John's description was too similar to the shadow that Neal had summoned just days prior to get to Neverland. He was sure that it had gone after it took Neal and Mulan injured it. Why would it return?

His breath caught in his chest as his head whipped toward his tent where his son was sleeping.

His heart hammering in his chest, he ran back the few paces to the tent and pushed open the flaps, sighing in relief as he spotted Roland still there, sleeping soundly.

"What is it, Robin?" Little John called after him, watching his friend in concern.

"Nothing…" Robin dismissed, keeping his eyes on Roland a few more seconds before closing the tent flap again and turning back to his men. "I thought-"

"Oh my god…"

Robin and Little John turned their heads to the sky as Percy pointed out, his eyes widening. "That's no bat…"

A dark shadowed figure hovered high above them, his bright glowing eyes piercing through the darkness and immediately Little John and Percy were on their feet, their swords drawn.

His heart leaping into his chest, Robin immediately reached for his bow and arrows.

"What in bloody hell is that?" Percy remarked as the shadow moved slowly above them, circling them like a predator.

Robin trained an arrow straight at the shadow, keeping his vision focused on it as he stood protectively a short distance away from where Roland slept.

"It's a shadow." Robin explained lowly, following its every movement. "From Neverland. It abducts children."

"Children?" Little John echoed in horror. "Why?"

"I don't know." Robin answered tensely.

"It's…It's here for Roland then?"

Robin clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. "It will not be getting him."

"Not if we have anything to say about it." Little John voiced his agreement and turned to Percy. "Wake the others."

Percy nodded and turned, opening his mouth to call out to them when Robin instructed further, "Quietly. We will avoid waking Roland on all accounts if possible - it doesn't seem to know where he is and I plan on keeping it that way."

"Aye sir." Percy nodded and went to each tent, quietly waking and instructing the others to get armed and ready.

The men all stumbled out of their tents, groggy but grabbing the nearest weapon, searching the darkness for the present danger.

"What is going on?" Mulan asked as she exited her tent, sword already in hand.

"The shadow has returned." Robin explained and Mulan turned her alarmed gaze to the shadow still hovering above them.

A frown crossed her lips as she prepared herself for a fight.

At the glint of Mulan's sword in the firelight the shadow disappeared in a flash behind the dark trees and Robin jumped, his eyes widening as he tried to pinpoint its location.

He followed every flash of every moment as the shadow darted in between the trees, using the darkness to its advantage as it searched for its target.

His eyes very briefly flickered to Roland's tent hoping his boy had not woken in the commotion.

The merry men formed a barrier around the camp, each holding a sword or bow and arrow, searching the darkness for the intruder, some voicing their confusion over the mysterious creature.

"Robin!" Mulan gasped and her tone brought his immediate attention back to Roland's tent and saw the shadow now hovering precariously over it and his heart leapt into his throat.

His bow and arrow were immediately discarded as he raced towards the tent, diving in through the flaps just as the shadow ducked under the bottom.

"Daddy!" Roland sat wide-eyed and terrified in the middle of his blankets, the shadow gripping tight onto his arm.

Robin pounced towards Roland and landed on the ground with a thud as the shadow snatched Roland out of his way and slipped past him and out of the tent.

Robin flipped over with a growl and fought his way out of the tent. "After them!" He called to his men as the shadow was quickly disappearing into the dark woods, a crying Roland in its grasp.

Robin took off after them, his son's desperate calls for help echoing in his ears. He could faintly hear the sound of thundering footsteps behind him as the merry men followed behind him, weapons drawn.

Arrows whizzed past his head in the direction of the shadow and Roland let out a shriek of terror as the shadow ascended higher into the sky, disappearing above the tree tops.

"No!" Robin growled and pumped his legs harder, keeping his eye on the sky, tracking the shadow's movements as best he could.

Every few feet he'd see a flash of them through the leaves and he dearly wished he had not tossed his arrows aside.

"Robin!" Suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed the back of his hood and yanked him backwards and he stumbled back into Little John's chest.

When he regained his footing, his lips twitched in a slight snarl until he realized that he was just inches away from a cliff face. His heart pounding in his chest, he gripped onto Little John's arm for support and glanced up at the sky, watching in despair as the shadow disappeared into the night with his son.

"No." He whispered. "No!" He released Little John and kicked the nearest stone and then ran a panicked hand through his hair, looking back out into the night where there was nothing but darkness.

Mulan stepped up beside him with a concerned but determined frown on her lips. "We'll find him, Robin."

Robin whirled on her. "How do you propose we do that? That thing was the only way there!"

"There is always a way." Mulan responded calmly. "Nothing is impossible."

Robin frowned heavily, his chest rising and falling sharply and her face softened somewhat as she reached out to touch his arm in reassurance. "We will stop at nothing."

Robin closed his eyes, a grimace crossing his face. "He's all I have." He whispered despairingly.

"I know...and we will find him, I promise you that."

Robin stayed quiet for a few moments longer, attempting to calm himself and once his breathing was even he nodded and lifted his head, his eyes growing fierce in determination.

"Then we better get started."