𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐢. 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅-𝟏𝟑𝟐.

Everyday her mother would go to work. But where does she go to work? Arkham Asylum. Barbra has visited a few times, but it's only to bring her mother her lunch. Today is a special day though, the blonde would be popping in to say hello to her older brother. Ever since the incident of Owen's most recent crime, the setting of fire to a public work space their parents began to ignoring him entirely. Any time their mom sees or has to interact with her son she treats him like any other ill minded patient. Barbra is last person he trusts, and quite frankly she's beginning to only trust him as well.

Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane.

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As Barbra walks into Arkam, she tells the front desk she is there to see her mother, Mrs. Lincoln. They let her pass. As she enters through the doors, her ears are immediately filled with groans and whimpering screams. She smiles at every passing patient thinking to herself, they're humans too.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry to bother you, but could you help me find Mrs. Lincoln?" Barbra stutters stopping a women who went by the name of Ms. Peabody.

The tall plump women seems to be annoyed by her sudden appearance and especially her question.
She pushes her glasses closer to her eyes. "Follow me." Ms. Peabody says in a mellow grumble. Barbra pursed her lips trying her best to give a friendly smile. Barbra has the intention that Ms. Peabody wasn't much of a people person. She works in an asylum, I don't think many people here are.

"Hey, mom." Barbra intrudes into her mother's office while she's on the phone. Her mother presses her finger to her lips telling her daughter to be quite. Barbra rolls her eyes and takes a seat in the chair on the opposite side of her mother's desk. She twists the chair side to side. She notices there is a certain squeak that sounds while she does it. Barbra smiles knowing her mother wouldn't want her doing it, the blonde does it anyway—just to annoy her and get her off the phone.

Barbara continues the squeaking when she finally sees her mother hold the bridge of her nose. Barbra figures it's working. She does it again but slows on either side. Squeeeak, squeeeak. Barb snickers. Her mother lets out a long annoyed sigh. Barbra smiles widely and does it again.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to call you back, Jim," Barbra's mother says setting the phone down on its ringer. "Why do you have to do this to me? You come at the worst of times."
"Cause' it's fun to watch you squirm." Barbra inquires folding her hands together pressing the balled up fist against her chin to hold it up.
"I presume you're here to see patient F-132?" Her mother asks. F-132 is Barbra's brother's cell number.
"Yes, and please...w-would you remind me of his name? I mean I know it, it's just I want to hear you say it," she pushes her ignorant mother. Her mother crosses her arms and furrows her brows. Barbra smirks and let's out a small taunting laugh. "Fine. Don't say it. Just let the front desk know I'm here to see Owen." Barb stands up, pushes in the chair, and slams the door shut behind her.

    While walking down the empty hallway, Barbara crosses the paths of about one or two people. Arkam seems quite except for all of the patients, they're the only things that weren't quiet. The guard that Barbra nears toward receives a message before letting the blonde through the gate to the reckroom, the place where Arkam's patients got to socialize. She smiles at the man who opens the gate hinting a little 'thank you.'

Quiet a few of the inmates seem to notice Barbra, she can tell since they stare at her in awe. She waves to one of them and they shoot back a shy, pleasant smile. Barbra looks to her right and sees Owen sitting at a table reading a book. The blonde smiles to herself and walks over and sits down.
"Hey patient, F-132." she says stupidly, mocking her mother. Owen looks up from his book and chuckles.
"Hey sis, how've you been?" he asks.
"Good, good. How's this place treating you?" Barbara wonders.
"Like shit. I mean it's anything better than mom and dad's house." he shrugs.

Owen looks down at his book but as soon as he does, another inmate sits next to Barbra and smiles. The woman has frizzy brown hair.
"Leave my sister alone, Sharon." Owen urges peaking his eyes over the edge of the book. Sharon shies away and it's now back to the two of them.
"What are your plans this afternoon, sister?" The book worm boy asks.
"Not much. The circus is in town so I wanted to do the courageous thing and volunteered to help out with anything I could get my hands on." Barbra speaks passionately yet sarcastically.
"Even if it's painting the clowns faces?" Owen asks sarcastically closing his book, marking his place.
    "Especially if it's painting clowns faces," the siblings like. "Like I said 'anything I can get my hands on,' plus it's only for a few hours. I need some extra money right now anyways." She admits with a shrug.
"Barbra, our family is loaded. What's the big deal?" Owen asks.
Barbra rolls her blue eyes. "Does it really matter, I just want to have an experience y'know? It'll be fun. Anyways, I've got to go."

Owen stands up beside her and goes in for a hug. Barbra giggles and hugs him back.
"I'll see you soon, little sis." Owen states letting go of her.
"Bye, Owe." Barbra replies giving him a quick peck on the cheek. The two wave goodbye as she exits the reckroom.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!
i hope you enjoyed this chapter. owen, patient f-132, will be soon developed in the next few chapters. if you want to know more about barbara and owen lincoln go check out my oc's book. the next chapter will have hints of jerome in it. have a wonderful day/night!