𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐯. 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎.

It has taken Detective Jim Gordon about three days to gather up suspects and witnesses toward the murder case of Lila Valeska. It's ten o'clock on a Saturday night when the phone downstairs begins to ring. Barbra's mother is still up and is also the one to answer. The blonde listens in on the other line quietly hoping to God she wouldn't hear her name. Barbra's shaking but does her best to keep her breath steady.

"Yeah, we need Barbra Lincoln to come in. We need to talk to her and ask her a couple of questions," the officer says.
"Why would you think my Barbra would have anything to do with the murder of Lila Valeska," she yells into the phone causing Barbra to jump.
"Ma'am, we have our reasons why, so please would you inform her?"
"No, I will not! She has nothing to do with it."

HOURS EARLIER
Jim Gordon's pov

"Now Jerome, tell me, how many people have you made contact within the last 72 hours," I ask, my hands clasped together while I sat in front of the suspect.
"O-Only two sir. My mother a-and a girl. She never told me her name, but she had wavy blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a nice smile. The only information she gave me about herself was her last name," Jerome explains.
"And that was?"
"I-I don't remember, sir."
    "We can sit here all night just to let you think. How does that sound?"
    Jerome flutters his eyes in dimwitted confusion. "I-I—Lincoln. Her last name was Lincoln. I swear that's the only information she gave me."

A thought pops into my head, there's an officer with the last name of Lincoln, I'll ask him if he knows anything about the girl.
"Thank you, Jerome. We'll call you if we need anything else from you. As for now, head on home." I finally say.
    "You got it sir." The fiery redhead says, getting up to leaving.

PRESENT TIME

Barbra hears her mothers words. She just had to go down to the GCPD. She gathers up her phone and a backpack. In it she takes everything she thought she needed, even money. She didn't know why she took it, just in case.

While searching for some cash, she hears foot steps come up the stairs. She pops her head up, puts the backpack on, and throws open the window quick as she could. She mutters curses to herself. Barbra finally gets it to open and climbs down the drain pipe before her mother could chase after her.

She sees her mothers reaction while escaping out the window, definitely was not happy.
"Barbra Nicole Lincoln! You better get back here!" Her mother yells. Barbra peddles down the street on her bike and escapes the whole scene.

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Barbra's taken into an investigation room for questioning. Jim Gordon sits down in front of her and smiles lightly, a friendly smirk perhaps. She pats her hands against the metal table awaiting the flood of questions.

"You know why you're here, yes," asks Jim. She nods her head. "Where have you been in the last 72?"
"Three days, well...on Thursday, I'm sure you know this, cause you were there, too, but at a different hour. Anyways, I was at Haly's Circus, from twelve to one or about three p.m.. I was there as a volunteer guest. After that, I was here visiting my Uncle, Ed. Which I'm sure you knew that. Since then, I've been at home." She explains replying to Jim's question.

"Do you know anyone by the name of Jerome Valeska," he continues.
"Maybe, if you described him to me I would get an idea?" Barb says leaning back in the chair crossing her arms.
"About six foot, red hair, blue-green eyes, apart of Haly's Circus." Barbra gulps, afraid to answer. "You won't get in trouble Barbra, I just want to know the truth. You know what he did, don't you?"

She nods her head again. "I-I do know him, Jim," says Barbra, anxiety filling her. She clenches her jaw and stares down at the floor.
"Now, I have some facts here that I've collected from Nygma. He says you told him you saw yourself in the mirror, but it really-"
"I thought this was about the Ginger, Gordon." Barbra interrupts, angrily.
"Right, I'm sorry. One quick question though, have you considered getting professional help? Have you told anyone about this disorder?"

"You're losing me, Gordon. We either talk about the boy or I leave." She wasn't playing around anymore. The more they seemed to talk, the more she continues to get angry.
"After you answer my question we'll go back to talking about the boy. Now please, answer the question," Jim says sternly.
"Fine, no. I have only told two people, but they don't understand it. My brother and Nygma are the only ones who know," Barbra admits.
"Brother?"
"Gordon! ...I haven't gotten help, and I need to. Now can we get back to the boy?"

Jim nods, sighs, and starts again, "I need you to tell me all that happened on Thursday when you made contact with him."
"Well, I first met him when he gave me my outfit. Then I bumped into him right before the first show started, that's when he asked me to his caravan later on in the day. Some feuding went down and I stood up to his mother because she was grabbing at his hair and yelling at him. I didn't know what else to do. Then he told me to leave. He shoved me out of the trailer and brought a hatchet back inside with him.

"I didn't leave until I knew for sure what was going on. I heard an ear piercing scream and that's when I knew to run. That's all that happened, Jim. He did it for a reason. He killed his mother for a reason. She hurt and broke him until it drove him to kill her."
"But he committed matricide, Barbra. Stop defending a homicidal maniac. You know better than that." Jim utters closing the file on Jerome.

Barbra looks up to glare at him. "He did it for a reason. He hated her and she treated him like a fucking animal, and I swear to God, Jim if you call him one-" she stops and was taken aback by her actions. She was scaring herself, the other side of her came out. The face of the devil blonde smiles deviously on repeat in her mind.

"Go home Barbra, get some rest and I'll call you if we need anymore information." Gordon says.
"Ha, my mom's gonna have one hell of a cow when she sees me again." Barbra says before leaving the room and both the GCPD.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!
i hope you all have a good day/night.