Your POV:
Your in a small dark room tied to a chair. There's no one around you, no noise, no nothing just darkness.
It's felt like forever since you'd been captured, by whom you still don't know.
You struggle against your restrains trying to break free.
"I wouldn't bother with that." Says a dangerous voice.
From out of the shadows comes a beautiful blonde. She had icy blue eyes and shoulder length hair that's curled. She wears a tight red dress and a white fur coat as well as knee high black boots.
She very pretty and you can't help but blush at the way she looks at you.
"Do you know who I am?" She asks.
You stare at her for a moment before speaking, "your Barbara Kean, the Queen of Gotham."
She smiles at the title. "So you do know me, how nice" she gets closer and leans down so your eye to eye with her.
"Why am I here? What do you want?" You snap.
She smiles dangerously "she will aren't you a feisty little thing!" She exclaimed cupping your chin her palm.
"Don't touch me!" You say pulling away. She grabs your face more aggressively this time, not letting you move.
"I'd watch your mouth if I were you." She says, sharply glaring at you.
You shake with rage, how dare this woman kidnap you and then tell you what to do.
You spit in her face.
Calmly she wipes the spit from her eyes, "you know I think it's time I showed you some manners." She says and before you know it she's pulled out a knife.
Barbara presses it to your neck. You tremble with fear.
"Not so cocky now, are we." She says snickering.
"What do you want Barbara?" You ask calmly.
She presses the knife harder into your neck any more pressure and your skin will slice open.
"Funny you should ask." She says,
"A little birdie told me that you've been spreading some rumours around town. They even said that you'd stolen from me." Beads of sweat appear on your four head.
How had she figured this out?
"Who told you?" You ask. She she presses the knife even harder.
"Doesn't matter, I'm fact soon you won't even be alive!" She says.
"Barbara please I-"
"Shut up!" She screams slicing your neck open. It's not a deep cut but you still gasp. Your hands are tied to you can't even cover the cut.
"Look I'm sorry, okay, I'll give you back the money jus tease let me go!"
"I don't think so." She says. She places the blade in your lips hushing you.
"I know what you stole, and it's not money!" She screams. You shudder, how could she possibly know all this.
It's not like it was that valuable, but you had needed it more than Barbara.
"I don't know what your talking about." You lie.
Barbara slices your lower lip.
"Agh" you yell.
"We can do this the hard way, or we can do this the excruciating way, your choice." She says caressing your check. You shiver at her touch.
"It's at my apartment, you can have it!" You say, anything to get out of this situation.
"Good girl." Barbara says, she latte your face rather aggressively.
"Now there is one more thing, the rumours. Why did you start them?"
"There not rumours!" You stammer back, "I have eye witness accounts of your instability, of you nurseling people. Employees, nemesis even your old fiancée James Gordon made an anonymous phone call.
"If it was anonymous, how do you know it was him!?" She asks you.
You roll your eyes.
"Because, the report said that the man claimed he and his girlfriend were held captive in a church by you. Now correct me if I'm wrong but you did do that to Jim Gordon and Lee Tompkins."
Barbara scoffs at you.
"And what your doing an expose, trying to shed the light on my activities. Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"
"No I just didn't care!" You spit back.
She rises calmly.
"Well, I hope your little moment in the spotlight was worth it, cause it will be your last."
"I never got my moment!" You yell, "you kidnapped me remember!"
Barbara looks at you crossly before striking you hard across the face. You and the chair are nearly knocked over for on the force of the blow.
You look back up at her with red angry eyes, the whole right side of your face begins to swell.
"You can kill me but it won't change anything, my source has all my info, and if I die, he'll just release it to the public anyways."
Barbara is fuming with anger, "well then, I suppose I'll just have to kill them too!"
You shake your head, "you'll never find them." You say with triumph.
Barbara smirks maniacally, "oh please, I'm the queen of Gotham, I can get anything I want!"
"Can you though." You say.
You know your hurt testing the waters now but what else do you have to lose. She's going to kill you soon anyways, may as well have some fun.
"You can try Barbara but you'll never be what Gotham wants."
She bite her lip, she's obviously restraining from killing you.
"Well then I suppose that's one thing we have in common. This city will never hear your expose and they will never want it. I am the Queen and you, your just a child! A sad pathetic child who's way out of her depth!"
You are stuck silent by her words, what if she's right?
"I'm not a child", You say "and your wrong!"
Barbara just laughs at you, "you know what, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to keep you here, and I'm going to enjoy watching you suffer as I rule and then, when finally destroyed everything you have, Your family, your friends, then, then I'll dispose of you!" She cackles to herself and leaves you alone, right back in the darkness.
But then again Barbara is the 👑...
