Return to The City Of Scars

So Totally Screwed

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Brianna sat in what was the fun house of Amusement Mile. The squad and crew were down below in the main fun house, resting in the hands on the platform. Brianna stood on the Juliet balcony in the fun house. The wind tousled her raven colored hair, her emerald eyes rested upon the city. It was past six now. Her father would probably arrive to retrieve them all soon. And subsequently they would all be punished. "Princess?" Brianna cast her emerald gaze back to see Jack walk over. "Everything alright?" He asked. Brianna scoffed, her gaze back on the city. "Of course it isn't," she retorted. "My life's been thrown into disarray. It's taken me months to figure it out, and the fact things have changed is only just setting in." Jack sighed, "Brianna- I'm sorry." Brianna turned to look at him, his dark brown hair blew in his hazel eyes, the same hazel eyes that held nothing but sorrow and regret. "I'm sorry I lied to you, I'm sorry I faked our relationship, I'm sorry I used you, I'm sorry I loved you, I'm sorry I couldn't save you, I'm sorry I-" Brianna cut him off by jumping into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. Tears streamed down her face as she held onto the man she once loved with all her heart. "I- it hurts so much, Jack." She whispered, "I don't want to deal with this pain. Not anymore." Jack held her as she cried, "Let us help you," he asked. "You can't shut everyone out and expect things to be okay." Brianna tensed, "But how can I let people in when all they've done is hurt me?" Jack knew then she was nearly a lost cause. She was broken down by everything that had happened to her. She put on a brave face for everyone else, she pretended that she was okay, but in reality- she was falling apart.

The squad and crew were in the middle of the fun house room, all of them chatting when suddenly Jack came in. "Gin, a word?" Ginger frowned, standing up and walking over. "What's wrong?" She asked noticing the concerned look dancing in his dark hazel eyes. Jack shook his head, "She isn't okay." He muttered, "She's been acting like she's fine but she's not. I just held her for the last twenty minutes while she cried. Belle Reve messed her up. She refused to do therapy sessions with Harley, she refused any help and doesn't want it." Ginger sucked in her cheeks. "This is bad," she murmured. "Brianna's passed the test Luthor required. He's deemed her mentally fit and stable. But if she faked it..." Jack held his breath, "We get an era of the Tyrant Clown Prince." Ginger nodded, "Exactly. We need to get her out together before next week." Jack pushed, "Next week?" He repeated. Ginger rolled her eyes, "you dated the girl and didn't know her damn birthday? Wow. Talk about being a bad boyfriend." Jack hissed, "No matter! Why in time for her birthday?" Ginger sighed, "She'll be sixteen, Jack. She gets a quarter of the city. And she's being coronated. If she shows any sign of weakness- her father or Luthor will revoke her right to rule and give it to Ethan." Jack frowned, "What about-?" Ginger snarled, "Don't be foolish! Ecco is too young! They won't wait another twelve years! It has to be Ethan or Brianna. We need it to be Brianna. Because if she doesn't become heiress, Ethan will do everything in his power to ensure she never becomes heiress."

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Another hour passed and Brianna came down from the living quarters, a bunch if clothes in her arms. "Get dressed, losers!" She announced, wearing a silencer and black  dress with silver heels, her black hair curled over her shoulders. "We're going to the Gotham Lounge."

It was nearly seven thirty when the group lead by Brianna was outside the Gotham Lounge, a speakeasy in uptown Gotham. The speakeasy required only the finest vineyard wear and consisted of only the most elite clientele. The group was dressed to impress, Ginger wearing a red dress with a string of pearls. Sabrina opted for a simple look, Alice went all out- fitting in perfectly with the speakeasy clients.  The large group couldn't complain, Brianna had outdone herself. How she managed to get the vintage clothing, they didn't know. Nor did they want to. Jack was loving the suit he wore, the suit coat was long and kept him warm in the cold October wind. The matching hat gave him a look of class. The girls looked exquisite, no one could deny that, the Gotham Lounge was like going back in time. Jack had to stop and make sure his phone was still in his pocket. While Jack, Nikki, Winter, Grayson, and Mark sat at the bar- the others of their party took to the dance floor. Mark nursed a glass of whiskey, watching in horror as the others ordered full on drinks using Jack's fake ID. Jack was happy to see Brianna having fun. He just hoped her actions were genuine. "She's going back to her old self," Nikki commented. Jack paused in sipping from his whiskey sour.  "Really?" He questioned, Nikki nodded, taking the sidecar beverage she'd ordered from the bar tender. "I knew something was off, I just couldn't put my finger on it." Jack nodded, talking a nerve filled sip. "It's nice seeing her feeling better," Nikki continued, "Hopefully she's reinstated, then we can all get back to work." Grayson frowned, "What do you guys do exactly?" He asked. Nikki grinned, "If her highness is reinstated, how's about you come on a ride along?" Grayson smiled, "Sure, why not?" Jack focused his attention on Brianna, watching as she danced and turned with her friends on the dance floor. Brianna and Sabrina made their way over, giggling as they attempted to drag the others onto the dance floor. "Come on, Nikki!" Sabrina giggled, "Its fun!" Nikki grimaced as the girl pulled her off the bar stool and towards the dance floor, "Sabby! You know I can't dace! She protested as she was dragged into the crowd of people on the dance floor. Mark just shook his head, getting up before he could be dragged, "I'm not familiar with the art of dance, but I'm willing to try." Brianna slipped into Nikki's seat beside Jack and grinned, "Come on, wanna dance?" Jack laughed, "Nah. I'm fine right here." Brianna watched as he took a long drink of his whiskey sour. "Get me a cherry vodka?" She asked. Jack nodded, raising a hand to the bar tendered. "Garson! Cherry vodka, if you please." He held up his ID, and the bar man frowned before going to get the drink. Jack looked at Brianna, putting down his glass. "So, how are you feeling?" Brianna shrugged, "Better- I suppose. Its been a while since I've been out and about." Jack nodded, "That's good. Being out and about more will help you." Brianna frowned, "But what if they find me?" she whispered. "What if something happens and I was stupid enough a second time? What then?" Jack rested his hand on her arm comfortingly. "Then the squad and crew will join together to break you out. We will find you no matter where they put you." Brianna smiled, thankfully. "Thanks." Jack opened his mouth to respond when a few cops walked over, "Excuse me," One said, "How old are you?" Brianna opened her mouth but Jack pushed forward, "Twenty one officer." The cop frowned, "I need to see some ID." Jack pulled out his ID handing it over. The cop frowned, "Both of your IDs." Brianna bit her lip, "Y'know I accidentally forgot mine at home." The cop frowned and took a long look at the ID. Then he nodded to the other cops behind him. "Cuff 'em. This is fake." Brianna's eyes flashed and she went to use the Enchantress before Jack grabbed her arm stopping her. They were escorted outside where several cop cars were parked, the rest of the squad and crew were all being loaded into the cars. Jack and Brianna were shoved in alongside Ginger and Josh who were both hyperventilating. "My mom's going to butcher me!" Ginger whimpered. Josh hit his head gently against the back of the seat in front of him. "My dad is going to kill me." He moaned. Brianna rolled her eyes and sat back, they were so screwed.