𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐎𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓... 𝐘𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓.

Barbra wakes up happily in her baby blue silk pajamas that match her eyes. She picked them out herself on one of the days her and her aunt went out to mess with the citizens of Gotham. They both hissed with laughter when they robbed the store that day. The blonde hangs her skinny legs over the side of the bed and slips on her fluffy white slippers. She grabs her white robe and leaves the bedroom in search of the stench of breakfast cooking in the kitchen.

The aroma of bacon grilling on the stove fills her up with a decent amount of hope. Barbra smiles and speed walks down the hallway.
"It smells so good! Whatcha cookin'—oh. It's you." Barbra spits. She slides her hand down the doorway and struts right passed him to the other side of the kitchen to made a black cup of coffee. I like my coffee how I like myself: bitter and too hot for you. The blonde thinks to herself, a smile plastered across her face as she mixed the simple ingredients.

As she exits the kitchen she hums. A sound that delights the ginger's ears. Barbra takes a seat in one of Galavans red velvet chairs to sip at her hot brew.
"Glad to see you're not in an unsettling mood this morning. Also, I love how the silk matches your eyes." Jerome comments, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Barbra looks him straight in the eyes, "smiles," and looks to her left to see her aunt enter the room.
"Did you hear that Auntie? I could've sworn I heard some ghastly voice." The blonde states with a mild smile.
"Nothing. I heard nothing. It's just the wind my dear." Bab's replies with a wink while clutching her nieces chin.

Jerome growls as his fists tighten. He leaves the room to disappear for a while. Ha! Barbra sets her coffee on the side table, jumps up, kisses her aunt on the cheek, and runs to clean herself up.

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Galavan calls a meeting that's brought up by Jerome so the job obviously involves him. The job involved him, Barbra, and Tabitha. The blonde scoffs and slumps in her seat and wonders why he chose her to come along. To score some points back? Yeah, I don't think so. Barbra rolls her eyes but continues listening.

"Galavan, my pops decided to stay in town and I got an address," the redhead says with a smirk as he slides a piece of paper across the table.
"Interesting. So what does this have to do with me," the tall man asks.
"Well, I was wondering if I could get permission to ya know... finally end the guys life?"
"Whatever you wish, Jerome. Have at it."

Jerome smiles and thanks Galavan. Jerome nods his head at the two girls to dress out. Barbra unravels her arms, scoots out her chair against the floor boards harshly to the point where they screech, and leaves the room with a shoulder check on Jerome. She scoffs once more when walking down the hall, then hears feet following her. She stops, pulls a kitchen knife slowly from under her shirt, and waits for the feet to stop.

Once they do, she faces the person and jabs the knife up to their throat and holds it there.
"You know I'm always the knife, Barbra," his sly voice speaks rottenly.
"Just because I'm a pretty face who holds a gun doesn't mean a woman can't switch," Barbra replies to the ginger. "Now what the fuck do you want, Valeska?"
"Your help obviously."
"Obviously." The blonde says with a roll of her eyes.
"I'm finally going to kill my father."
"Wow! Good for you, kid." She sets her hand on his shoulder.
"Stop acting like a sarcastic little bitch." Jerome grew dark.
"And what's going to stop me?" She spits back.

The knife is still held at his throat, it begins to leave a mark, blood dripping down his throat and onto his shirt.
"Whoa, kids, calm down," Bab's says. "Lincoln, hand me the knife." Barbra tore the utensil from Jerome's skin and sets it in her aunt's hand.
"Now if you must excuse me, Jerome, I have to get ready." The blonde storms off and slams the door.