𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄.

It's been nearly a month now and Barbra finally has a plan sorted out. What's the plan you may ask? It's to break her brother out of Arkham. How is she going to do it? She has friends. The type of friends who knew what they were doing, the type who knew how to kill with dare and skill. Barbra smiles at the thought of it, it gave her goosebumps.

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Barbra looks at a photo that sits stuck in the corner of her vanity mirror, a family photo. A little Barbra sits on her brother's lap, her father and mother behind the both of them her mothers hand on her brothers shoulder. The blonde shivers as she took the photo in her hands. She misses the thought of running around the house playing tag. Soon her phone buzzes and the the image comes to an end. She sets the photo down and looks at the text message.

Joe
You ready?

Barbra
Ready as I'll ever be.

Barbra turns off the device, stands up, and puts the phone in her pocket. She puts on one of her brother's old leather jackets, it's huge on her, but that meant there was more room for a gun to hide. She will officially be a criminal
nuisance after the jailbreak is over. But that's what I wanted, to be a the person I'm meant to be. She walks out the front door and a van is already waiting outside.

She gets in the vehicle and slams the big white door closed then they drive off to Arkham. To set the mood the radio screams rock music.

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As they arrive they are let through the gate, only because of Barbra due to obvious reasons. The gate keeper must have thought she was taking in new patients. The blonde found a good spot to park and let the van sit after the engine had been turned off. Barbra, Joe, and the rest of the team revisit the plan and make sure everyone knew what they were doing. Without bringing too much attention to themselves, Barbra and one of the others lean against the side of the rig. Coincidently, the blonde makes eye contact with one of the gate keepers and winks at him then holds up a finger gun to her temple. She made a sort of 'bang' sound in a mellow whisper. (A/N: like how Tate does it in s1 of AHS, sorry if you haven't seen that show).

The guard was clearly confused and before he knew it was too late, he's shot in the head. Barbra prances over to the dead man, hovers over his lifeless body and says a little 'oops' with a fit of laughter following. Barbra's friends she brought along shoot the rest of the properly dressed men and enter the torture chamber: Arkham Asylum.

The desk manager's shot, the man blocking the entrance to the other side too, and some more of those properly dressed men. Barbra did it all with a sweet cherry sucker between her lips, a smile on her face, and a gun in her hands. Every inmate watches with amusement and thrill. Some scream and cheer, some sit all by their lonesome at vacant tables and watch.

Barbra makes her way to the managers office, the place where the PA system microphone is.
"Tie em up." Barbra nods toward the man. The boys did as they were told and tie up the frail man, eventually tossing him in the closet.

Barbra plops down in the chair and gets comfortable, spinning the chair a couple of times.
She clears her throat and begins. "Good evening my fellow crazies, I'm here to take my brother away from this cruel place. He's a rare sight and doesn't belong here. I'm not going to say his name because someone else I know works here, isn't that crazy," Barbra asks, sarcasm lacing through her twisted words. "I don't have much to say... Anyways, thank you for your time. I'm outta here folks!"

Barbra takes her finger off the red glowing button and runs all the way to the cage full of fried brains after retrieving the keys.
"Oh, Owen," Barbra sings, her face pressed against the fence, a crazed look in her diamond blue eyes. Owen pushes pasted the people in black and white.
"Barbra? I thought I recognized your voice. You've come to rescue me?"
"What does it look like stupid?" She unlocks the door and grabs her brother by the hand and takes him away, after locking the door of course.

Alarms and screams fill the air, Barbra's head could barely function. In the process they manage to get outside and make an escape. Barbra sits back, her poster straighter than normal. Her breathing is heavy, it was like she was having panic attack. Every peep that came out of someone's mouth she would yell at them to shut up.

"I...I can't believe I just did that," Barbra says calmly, her hands gripping her legs.
"You did it for me though, and I thank you," her brother says. She looks up at him, straight in the eyes.
"You're acting weird."
"Am I? Well shit, better drop that crappy attitude. I just didn't know how you would react if I acted, you know..."
"Oh, we're far past insane. I killed about four men back there and I didn't feel anything...or did I?"

"It's natural to feel that way after killing someone. I promise you'll get used to it," reassures Owen.
"Jesus, you sound so monotoned and robot like. Talk normal will you," laughs Barbra. Just like that, the reunion began. "Breaking you out of Arkham was surprisingly easy." the blonde sighs, loosening her grip on her legs.
"Mom'll notice y'know?" Owen says.
Barbra nods, "That's what I'm worried about. She's the one to ruin all the fun."
"Well the damage is done, now what?"
"We run for our lives and hope no one catches us." Barbra responds after losing eye contact with her blue eyed brother.

Their eyes reflect each other, the same shade of blue. It seems impossible to think, coming from them anyways, people thought they were twins; though Barbra resembles her aunt and mother more. As for her brother, he looks like his father.

Neither of the Lincoln children have brown eyes like their father. They have ocean blue eyes like their mother. The type of eyes you could first dive in and then drown in. They were all thought to be controlling human beings. It was true, take it from Barbra's perspective.

She was a witch, but she was the most beautiful witch you would have ever seen. That's why they think we're controlling.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!
the next chapter will be a little more exciting, only because jerome will be in it. i just realized that i casted michelle peiffer, the same actress who previously played as catwomen in one of the older versions of batman as barbra's mom?? have a good day/night!