Google. Ugh. He really needed to actually read what they’d said about him at some point. Oh no doubt it was all factual but it didn’t stop it being any less irritating that it existed. But it of course meant Martha had looked him up and still decided to come and talk to him. Which he supposed was a good start all round. He ordered her the white wine and thought about what she’d said, what she’d seen and the fact she’d talked about getting to know him on his own terms and not what a story of Robin’s life told of him and his darkest moments.
“So, let’s start at the start shall we? You saw what can only be termed my worst moments and probably some videos of people strangely obsessed with my chest and a kiss that turned out to have been a trick to keep my attention from Hood and his gang. And yet you were still willing to be here. Thank you for that at least. That said, that story, I don’t deny the things I’ve done. Never will. But looking at it from Robin’s side doesn’t exactly paint me as anything other than the Black Knight. And yes, maybe I was obsessed. Maybe Marian was a prize to be won but I want you to know that's not how I see Rose. Nor is she a replacement. She’s more than that. She found me, when I got here, angry, wary. I could have killed her, I’d killed for less, I had my sword ready. But she talked to me, she explained things and she actually treated me like she would anyone else. Knowing who I was. Knowing my past.”
So there you have it as clear as I can make it. I’ll answer what you want. I’ll tell you what you want to know. Open book, as they say.”
Though it was of course possible if her mother actually did ever arrive all bets were off. Mothers had never been part of the deal. “Enough women slap me though. So no mothers. No slapping mothers especially. The Doctor should have in theory learned this by now. Or do all those he chooses come with the added slapping mother?”