barbara kean

          “Hel—” She was about to greet, but was cut off immediately; her bright, devilish smile fading as the voice echoed down the phone. She tried not to show fear… just in case. But she was alone. And so the blonde furrowed her brow, and pulled herself together. “Who?” She deadpanned. “Who is this?” And as manic laughter seeped into her ears, her first thought had been Penguin, but he wasn’t that childish, right? But then, there’s… Jerome. But that crazy little freak was dead, wasn’t he? 

           As his arms wrapped tightly around her slender frame, Barbara buried her head against his chest. She wanted nothing more than to feel his loving embrace once again-- she had dreamed about the day she’d be back in his arms. But, she had not planned on it being this way… 

            Barbara Kean had crossed the wrong man this time; stupid, naive, Barbara. How could she let this happen. She had been so careless, and Tabitha had warned her not to venture into danger alone. But it was for Jim. She did it for Jim, and she’d do it again in a heartbeat.

           Tears began to fall from her eyes, gliding softly down her pale face. She was in pain; physically, and emotionally-- as mixed emotions flooded her brain; finally she had Jim right were she wanted him, but this time she was leaving and it wasn’t her choice.