"Oh, Robin shut up." Holding onto his arm tightly with both of hers as they attempted to cross the street, squashing their feet through the mush that lined the sidewalks.
"They're new shoes, ugh. I didn't want to ruin them!" Tip toeing, trying to keep as much of the red leather from touching the slush as possible.
"Oh, god woman…" Chuckling harshly, he wrapped his hands around her waist and heaved her up and over his shoulder, receiving a loud shriek, mixed with the most adorable of giggles.
"Robin! Put me down!" Laughing almost too hard to speak, she playfully hit his back, then moved one hand to cover her bottom, pulling her skirt down, shrieking again,
"BABE! I'm flashing half of New York!"
Scoffing, he made his way to the cleared end of the crosswalk and set her gently on her feet.
"And as we know, that view is reserved for my eyes only." Grinning wildly as he pecks her playfully on the cheek. As she hit him in the arm with an open palm, she breathed out as she was still laughing,
"Don't do that again!" Sliding her hand down his harm she took his hand in hers, tangling her fingers between his. Swinging their arms playfully waiting to cross the street, she looked up to him, and asked curiously in reference to the movie they had just seen,
"What makes the bad guys always think they'll be the ones that wont get caught?"
"Cockiness and stupidity, thinking they're superior."
"Hmm."
"What?"
"Well, I was just thinking, like two people who commit two completely different crimes can end up sharing a jail cell, it's just strange."
"What is?"
"The justice system." The red light flicked off and the walking man was illuminated, signaling for them to make their way across the street.
"You do know that was just a movie right?" Laughing and holding her close to him.
"Well, ya I know that, but it's the same at work. I see it all the time. The papers that come across my desk, it's just-" Unable to finish her sentence, she was blinded by a bright light, and felt a tug at her waist.
"REGINA!"
Red. Red was all he saw anywhere. He saw it on the street mixing with the melting snow and dirty slush. He saw it in his own hands, shaking violently as they reached out desperately to her jacket, stained-red. Red street lights flashing and red tail lights as they blurred, racing away form them. Blinking slowly,
"Regina," he could only whisper as he fought to fill his lungs with air. Swallowing, the taste of iron in his mouth. Raising his hand to his mouth his finger swirled around the edge of his lips, looking down at his hand he saw his finger painted red. He could hear the sirens, and the sounds of footsteps sloshing in the wetness approaching them. Unable to move other than his upper body he swiveled his head around, desperately trying to move closer to her. His finger tips grasped on to the tips of hers as hard as he could. Blinking slower and slower, whispering her name over and over again as the ambulance made its way around the corner. And the last thing he saw was red.