<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic">"All right. I can deal with this"</span>, the young golden haired girl thought to herself. <br/><br/>Despite the fact that she was used to her kind of work, Bonnie Parker was always a little nervous when it came to actually doing it. Conning people out of their money was hard work. It was almost ironic to think like that, but it was true. She had to pick out the perfect target. She had to do her homework and learn as much as she possible could about him without getting caught. And then she had to approach him and seem innocent enough to land a relationship with the man.<br/><br/>But right now, she was dealing with something much worse than someone to con. She was dealing with a victim who had caught on to her game. And that was more dangerous than botching a con while she was on it. It was the kind of thing that could end Bonnie's career and land her in jail, for good.<br/><br/>The man - tall, handsome, well dressed - was standing in front of her. She could remember everything about him at a glance. James Gordon, Jr., ladies and gentleman. The middle child and only son of a successful banker. Rich, spoiled, never used to hearing the word 'no'. At least until he met that little lady. <br/><br/>Bonnie Parker had her number down to a science. She gave them what they wanted. She turned into the woman of their dreams at the blink of an eye. For Gordon, she had become the young daughter of a wealthy couple who had been stripped off her money after their death. She was pretty, refined, and dumb as a door - the ideal wife for a rich man. Of course, she managed to make sure they split up - after finding the right person to get him to cheat - shortly after honeymoon was over. With their juicy pre nuptial agreement, she had gone away with a large chunk of his money, and made him grace the scandal pages of the local newspapers. <br/><br/>But, as it happens... things had gone wrong. Not on Bonnie's end, of course. They never went wrong on her end. But James had managed to get the truth out of the other girl. And now... well, to say he was furious was a huge understatement.<br/><br/>The two youngsters were standing at a sidewalk just outside a gated community, and the man was yelling at the girl. <span style="font-weight: bold">"You filthy, dirty, disgusting whore!"</span>, he shouted, his voice taking a high pitch. <span style="font-weight: bold">"I can not believe I married you!"</span>, he completed, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. Bonnie felt a chill run down her spine. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"You are hurting me, James"</span></span>, she replied, trying to stay in control. Showing fear was a mistake she could not make now.<br/><br/>James' gaze turned somber after Bonnie's words. <span style="font-weight: bold">"I should kill you"</span>, he replied, his voice almost soft now. <span style="font-weight: bold">"You see... we are alone. There's nobody around to see it. And we have to remember I am James Gordon's son, after all. I can get away with it".</span> <br/><br/>A sickening fear filled Bonnie's mouth with a sour taste. <span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, God, he will kill me"</span>, she thought to herself. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"You wouldn't have the balls!"</span></span>, her voice spat out, almost with a will of its own. James' eyes turned into something Bonnie had never seen before. It was surely the moment when he would kill her. Closing her eyes for a second, Bonnie waited to be shot or stabbed. But that was not it. A hand came flying and slapped her so hard her head shook from side to side for a few seconds. Opening her eyes, Bonnie opened her mouth to protest, only to be slapped again. A gasp was all the reaction she managed. God, that man was stronger than she could have imagined.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Are you insane? Sto..."</span></span>, her voice started, being stopped short for another slap. She felt like her legs were about to give out at any minute. Calling for help was pointless, since they were, indeed, alone. Nobody would come if he told them not too. Being tossed to the ground, Bonnie moaned softly. A foot connected to her stomach, making her choke and start coughing. <span style="font-style: italic">"So this is how I die"</span>, she thought, closing her eyes and accepting her fate.</div>