𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐱𝐢𝐢. 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

(A/N: next few chapters lead up to basing off 2x2 "Knock, Knock").

"Please, Galavan. I won't ever ask for another thing from you for as long as I live, just please let her come along. I promise she'll behave." Jerome is out in the living room doing his best to convince Theo to have Ms. Barbra Lincoln come along on the next mission.

While doing so, Barbra's back in the bedroom. She sprawled out on her back, her shirt half off, her body all nice and warm, a cigarette between her lips, and a burning silver lighter in her hand. She brings the flame to the tip of it and it ignites, the paper falling back almost immediately.

The reckless minded girl inhales as much as she could and blows out a ring of smoke, she then continues to listen in on the conversation the two men are having in the room. Barbra hears the anger in Jerome's voice when talking to the mean old grump.

Barbra rolls her eyes furiously and ventures down the hall into Tabitha's room. She knocks on the hard wood, waits a few seconds, then the door opens.
"Convince your brother to have me go along on the next mission so Mr. J doesn't have to stress his precious little dysfunctional mind any longer with that annnoying idiot." Barbra over exaggerates the word annoying because of how irritated she feels about the whole situation.

Jerome is on his way back down the hall when she was speaking to Tabitha. He strokes her ass when passing and hearing the words 'Mr. J'.
"If you don't, I'll send aunty Bab's on ya. Have a good rest of your day, Tabitha." Barbra adds a more or less horrifying wave before closing the door and leaving.

"Hand that over would ya," Jerome asks when Barbra closes their bedroom door.
"Sure." The blonde replies handing J the cigarette.
"Damn, I haven't had one of these in a long time. My Ma used to burn me with 'em."

Barbra gives him a look of worry. She knew his mother would do that sort of thing, of course she would. Lila was a crazy, drunken whore. Sounds like my mom, the blonde thinks.
"I'm so sorry, J. I-I didn't know," was the only thing she could think to say without offending him.
"Eh, it's alright. Not you're fault, Angle Face." He replies sucking in smoke afterward. "My mom is, or at least was, somewhat similar to Lila."

"Say that fucking name one more time and I'll rip your toes off." He growls unintentionally. The blonde shushes him calmly. Shivers run down his spine, he loves the way she makes him calm in any circumstance. Even with just a brush of her hand, a hug, a kiss... but most importantly either words or shushes coming from her soft pink lips.

"I'm glad to have you here, Barbra." Jerome admits, his voice being and sounding so relaxed that it surprises Barbra a bit, not only that, he called her by her first name.
"And I'm glad to be here by your side, Jerome."

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Finally, Jerome convinces Galavan to let Barbra come along on the mission, with some help from Tabby of course. Barbra faces the mirror in the bathroom the redhead and her share. Barbra wears a white, asylum like uniform that's required for the job. She keeps a bobby-pin in her mouth—keeping it open while she ties up and shoves the little black nuisances in their place throughout her hair. She makes her blonde locks messy and perfect at the same time.

Jerome comes piling through the door, both hands full. One hand consists of hair spray and hair gel, the other is filled with one to two combs. He shoves her over getting his turn at the reflective surface.
"Shove off, Valeska." The blonde says gaining back her balance.
"More like 'Shove over, Lincoln.'"

Barbra laughs at her boyfriend's enthusiasm. She's too busy working out her hair to even think about the mission. The hyped up blonde gives her psycho ginger a sloppy kiss on the cheek once done.
"Wait, get back here." He says snatching her arm before she could leave the cramped space.

Barbra spins around and looks at him. Her heart melts when meeting those blue-green eyes of his for the hundredth time. He pulls her into his chest and gives her a passionate kiss. It's the best thing she's tasted all day; a hint of mint, chocolate, and perhaps strawberries.

Barbra bites her lip and walks away fiddling with her somehow undone buckles on her shirt. She rolls her eyes knowing the ginger boy did it with his sly, sneaky hands. She spoofs up her hair once more before leaving out the bedroom door.

Barbra shoves her hands in the deep pockets of her white pants, suddenly a song pops into her head. She finds herself strolling down the long hallway whistling until she reaches the grouping area.

Barbara leans on the wall, arms crossed, in the dinning room where Tabitha handed out weapons, mainly guns. Barbra smiles deviously when seeing the biggest one.
"Eyes off what's not yours, Lincoln. That one's mine." Tabitha says ending with a wink. Barbra gags and gives her the middle finger quickly. The blonde has no intention of looking at her so she looks up at the celling with her lips pursed and whistling.

"But I've got something a bit smaller that will make you even happier." The sun kissed woman says crouching down beside the table where Barbra thought another box was. She's correct. Tabitha stands up straight. Barbra's blue eyes widen at the sight of the shotgun.

Barbra takes her hands out of her pockets and runs toward Tabitha with happy cheers of laughter.
"What's all the ruckus about ladies?" Greenwood asks when entering the vacant room.
"Guns. That's what the ruckus is all about." Barbra says, excitement rushing through her words.

"Well you're looking mighty fine, Bab's," Greenwood says to Barbra now knowing who's talking.
"Fuck off, Greenwood. And don't call me 'Bab's.'" Barbra replies holding the gun to his throat.
"Feisty."

"Feisty indeed, Greenwood. Now do what the girl says before I send her after you to let her blow that stupid head of yours flying... Anywayyy, Barbra, love, how are you?" Jerome intrudes draping an arm around the blonde's shoulders.
"I'm well. How are you, J?" She questions unwrapping her crossed arms.
"Hm, well, seeming very annoyed at the moment at how this sad old excuse of a man is hitting on you."

"Hmm, agreed. Whatta you say we do send his head flying?" Barbra asks shifting the gun back toward the frizzy haired man, the gun making a sound.
"No, no, no. Not yet my darling! We won't have enough fun set up for later then!" Jerome responds enthusiastically. Barbra nods agreeing with what he stated. She already knows Jerome was going to kill him sooner or later. Greenwood was getting on both their nerves.

"Well, we should head out shouldn't we? Let's get a move on lady and gents." Tabitha interrupts grabbing all of their attention. They all, one more time, agree and head to the car.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!
it took me a while to write since i had to rewatch "Knock, Knock". i will occasionally throw in some plot twists and add lines to the situation, or have them be spoken by others. i really loved writing the greenwood, barbra, & jerome scene. have a wonderful day/night!