𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐢𝐢. 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒.

    On her way out, Barbra decided to stop by the GCPD to say hello to her uncle. She smiles the entire drive there, to the place where Nygma's endless riddles would be ahead. A stop light a block away from the police station put her to a vault, she saw this as an opportunity to turn the radio up also because one of her favorite songs came on. The blonde taps her ring covered fingers against the leather wheel impatiently. Waiting, she looks out the passenger side window and began zoning out. A car horn scared her to reality and she started her driving once again.

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    Barb struts into the GCPD, her shoes clicking behind her. She walks toward the forensics room and knocks on the glass.
    "Uncle Nygma, you in there," she asks cupping her hands and pressing her forehead against the glass shield trying to get a better look inside of the room. "Ohhh Nygma? Uncle Nygma?" she calls again. This time she just decided to try out the door herself. The door efficiently opened. The blonde let out a 'hmm' as the nob twists.

Barbra enters the room and spins around searching for her uncle. She arched a brow in confusion. Next thing she knows was that the door she came through is slammed shit. Barb jumps around to hear the door being opened.
    "Jesus! You scared me, Ed." Barbra cries.
    The slim, tall brunette laughs and starts to speak, "Haha, I'm sorry. Just wanted to play a trick on my favourite niece who hardly ever comes to visit me."
    "I knowww, I'm sorry. I've just been busy with...stuff." Barbra replies.
    "Oh, right...stuff." Nygma says with an eye roll.
    "How's Harvey and Jim treating you? They still teasing you," she asks. Ed nodded doubtfully. "Well if they do it again give me a call," she winks. "Anywho, I've got to head out I'm off to an event."
    "Oo, where are you off to this afternoon?" he crosses his arms, intrigued.
    "I'm off to join the circus, Eddie," she exclaims with a pump of her fist. The lean man pushes his glasses closer to his large brown eyes and frowns. "What," she asks. "I'll just be there for a couple of hours to paint faces or something. It's going to be fun."
    "Whatever you say. Also, I heard Jim Gordon is going with his mistress, Ms. Leslie Tompkins tonight. So look out for them," he says giving me a heads up.
    "I probably won't be apart of tonight's show, just the morning showing." Barbra explains.
    "He'll probably going to be shutting down the whole thing anyways, considering our whole situation as of right now." Ed adds.
    "You're probably right." Barbra giggles.

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    Barbra begins by turning off the ignition to the car, then she sets her keys in her purse, gets out of the car, and walks through the brightly lit place on dirt covered ground, thought the majority of it was cover in strings of hay. She looks at the note written on her hand: "Go to where all the caravans are parked." That's what the man on the phone told her to do, so she scavenged for the caravans.

Once the witty blonde found them all, well she didn't know what to do at that point.
    "Are you Ms. Lincoln?" A voice called out from behind her. Barbra turned around and saw the face of a rather chubby clown painted man. He wore a top hat, and a mustache above his lip that had been curled at each end.
    Barb mentally laughed to herself and responded, "Yes, I am Ms. Lincoln," she stuck out her hand to shake the mans, but instead of a handshake he took her by the shoulders and pushed her toward one of the trailers. "Um, sir? W-Where are you taking me? Aren't I supposed to get my costume and make up?"
    "Precisely, I'm taking you there as of right now." The man replies.

The plump man opened one of the trailer doors and threw Barbra inside. Luckily she fell in the arms of a boy.
    "Oh, I-I'm sorry." Barbra says breathlessly.
    "It's okay. Accidents happen." A soft boyish voice replies helping her upright. He looked about the same age as herself, eighteen. He had bright eyes and rosy cheeks. The blonde couldn't even begin to explain his hair. It was like fire had grown atop his scalp.
    "Are you the one I'm supposed to get my costume from?" Barbra hesitantly whispers.
    The ginger nods. "Why of course! You're going to be apart of the show. Aren't you?" He asks.
    Barbra nods with a smile. "Yes. It's my first time doing a show like this, got any tips? Since you know...you grew up performing in the circus, I'm assuming?"
    "How dare you assume my position in life," there was a pause between the two. Barbra thought she just made the worlds worst words come out of her mouth. "Nahhh, I'm just kidding. Well if you really want my help, first you've gotta wave a lot, smile till your cheeks hurt, supposedly try and steal the show, and maybe give me your number?" The boy ended with a wink and a wide grin.
    "Mmm, very smooth Mr. Ginger. But I don't think that'll be happening, at least not tonight," Barbra says with a smile. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to grab my costume from you and go ahead and change. I'll see you later, Gingy." Barbra ends grabbing her costume from the tall boy.
    "M-My name's Jerome by the way!" He called as she exited the trailer. She hears him, she only rolls her blue eyes happily.

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    With the help of an assistant, Barbra got her outfit put together. The outfit was a type of aerial dance custom, but with thicker cloth. There were navy blue stripes on it going in a vertical fashion, a gold lace design at the chest and near the thighs, and lastly a gold band around the waist (picture at top). Next came her makeup, Barbra didn't necessarily want a clown painted face, so instead the makeup artist let her decide. The makeup look consists of a smokey eye around each blue eye, red painted lips, and a lightly white poudered face.

The makeup artist turns Barbra's chair around to let her see the final look. Barbra smirks, then that smirk grew into a large grin of happiness and excitement. The eighteen year old blonde stood up for a few minutes so she could stretch her legs before she had to sit down again. Her hair was then curled until every last piece was bushy and full of life. That's when she was finally ready.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!
    i hope you enjoyed this chapter. oddly, now that I'm rereading and editing chapters, ed gives off a sort of hank green vibe to me the way I write home here. to add, i'm going to do a part 2 because the end was about getting ready and stuff, so the next chapter will be the real show. have a wonderful day/night!