It was like a dream as they pulled Konnie into the lifeboat, their hands warm and re-assuring. The world was floaty and numb, un-realistic, serene.
"Miss, are you okay?" A female voice was behind the blinding beam of a flashlight, which was pointed at her face. The lifeboat rocked on the bumpy black waves beneath them, and Konnie was vaguely aware of another pair of hands putting a towel over her shoulders, which she could not feel.
"Why is she smiling like that?" A male voice worried, and a sillouette bent into the flash light beam. "God, she doesn't look very old! Hey, kid... Can you hear us? What's your name?"
Konnie just continued to smile, body numb in the freezing air. She felt great, serene, safe. Ron was safe; she was safe. The medics had rescued her, so they where probably going to rescue Ron too. Everything was going to be okay.
"She's unresponsive, Jim." The female voice informed into a walkie talkie as the lifeboat bumped gently into the dock, and Konnie was lifted from it onto steady wood once again.
As soon as her feet touched the deck she was being pulled, pulled by many hands further away from the water. She stumbled with them, floating in air it seemed.
Everything was so peaceful.
So dreamy.
Her eyes wandered along the wooden planks, and stopped at a crumpled heap, dripping water and blood, laying on the ground.
It was like reality slapped Konnie in the face. Sound came rushing into her ears so loudly it was painful. The voices of urgent conversations, sirens blaring, cell phones ringing. Suddenly the numb feeling vanished, and her lungs ached and pleaded for air. She gulped in a large breath. The air was so cold she wished again for numbness. Everywhere the water had touched her, tiny lacerating beads popped int he air, tingling and stinging and cutting. Her smile dropped and tears sprung in it's place.
"Ron...?"
Unresponsive. Still. Lifeless.
Dead.
She found her feet come back to ground, and propel her to him.
Her fingers immediatly went to his face. His hair was drenched, and dripped down onto the planks. "RON!"
They dragged Konnie away from the body forcefully; she thrashed against them with every fiber of her being. "RON!" another scream ripped through her now raw throat, and she shook her dripping wet hair. Splatters of water hit the wooden planks of the dock in reaction to this.
How could she have let him crash the car into that Lake? Wait… she DIDN'T. Someone had rigged the car… SOMEONE had KILLED Ron.
She finally yanked her arms free of the police officer's hands, and threw herself over his cold body protectively. "Stay BACK!" she hissed at the officers, who had a body bag. The black material glimmered menacingly int he moonlight. She turned to his blank, open eyes. They where deep green… not like the dark, black waters that had killed him. "Ron! W-Wake up! WAKE UP!" she ran her fingers through his hair, shaking and trembling. "Y-You bastard! Wake up!" she cursed at him out of anger. How could he leave her like that?
Ron had been one of the biggest drug dealers in Gotham City—his trades with cocaine had spread to clients in China. He was a noturious mafia member. The handsome, black haired and emerald eyed man had rescued Konnie from slave trading. He had bought her, and she had become a sidekick of sorts. Like a mafia man's wife.
A queen.
He had kept her away from business for safety reasons. So that she would not get hurt by a rival dealer, or anyone else. But he said that a man dressed like a bat was ruining business, putting all of his clients in jail. Today he had told all of his gang members to get in their cars and drive to Louisiana… that the 'Batman' was on their trail. He scooped hr up and they went on a run.
However, as they had been driving something large and black had crashed into the windshield. A man in a cape. Ron had freaked out and swerved off the road…
Letting go of him, Konnie VERY slowly stood, her eyes never leaving his open ones. Her loves lay there, cold and lifeless… because of a 'Batman'.
She didn't look up as a hand touched her shoulder in a gentle way. Nothing mattered anymore. She didn't want to move, didn't want to feel.
"I didn't think that the car would swerve…" the alarmingly deep voice was odd, and as she turned, her eyes widened and her pupils dilated.
The man was there. Wearing all black, with a mask and cape he loomed over her. He obvioustly did not expect her reaction.
Her fist suddenly flew into his face, slamming into his jaw. "YOU BASTARD! HE'S DEAD!" suddenly the police's hands where around her again, confining her from hitting Batman again as he rubbed his jaw, not seeming very affected. This only angered her more. She wanted to cause him pain. Fury blinded her eyes, and all she wanted was to make him BLEED.
She thrashed against them, trying desperately to cause pain to Batman… but then all of her will to live, all of her adrenaline vanished, leaving her alone to sink to her knees at Ron's body to cry.
A deadly quiet, snakelike voice rattled in her mind, *Don't worry, you WILL get your revenge.*
Batman was looking at her with eyes clouded with emotion she didn't believe.
Guilt.