Sorry I haven't updated this story in a while, I've been busy with my other stories, my classes and with my physical therapy from when I busted my knee last year, so hopefully I will able to upload more. This chapter is a little short, because I'm just getting back to it.

Fun Fact: Quinn learned how to cook and bake from her mother, Claire.

A Friend Indeed

"Would you like a drink?" Barbara asked Quinn when they got to Barbara's apartment.

Quinn shrugged, "Sure. What do you have?"

"How about some whiskey?" Barbara offered.

Quinn frowned, "But aren't I a little too young for alcohol?"

Barbara shrugged and chuckles a bit, "I don't know your age, so how am I supposed to know?"

Quinn shrugs with a little smile. Maybe alcohol will do the trick. "True."

After Barbara pours Quinn some whiskey and Quinn takes a sip, she starts opening up to Barbara and tells her about Jerome. Barbara wasn't entirely sure why she invited this random girl to her home for a drink. Perhaps she felt bad for the girl. Seeing her cry like that, it was a cry that Barbara was all too familiar with. Heartbreak.

Barbara came to the GCPD because she was going to talk with Jim, but when she saw Quinn sitting there on the bench, she decided to take it as an excuse. It must've been something really bad seeing the poor girl sitting there and crying her eyes out. As she was looking at her Barbara thought that this girl couldn't be any older than fifteen or sixteen, she was too young to go through this, she's practically still a kid.

"He was my best friend," she cries, hiccuping after. Barbara sees the tears rolling down her face.

"I'm sure he was a good guy," Barbara said, assuming that he died.

"He was," Quinn replies, "But now I'm not so sure anymore."

"Oh. Why?" Barbara asks curiously. She knows that she's invading Quinn's privacy. But she also thinks how is she going to give her any advice or help her if she doesn't know what's wrong?

"His name is Jerome Valeska and he killed someone," Quinn answers, "It was his mom. I mean I shouldn't be so upset about it, she was really an awful mother to him and she would also beat him up. It's just I really didn't think he would, y'know -hic-hic-..." Quinn hiccups and then lets out a big yawn, making Barbara chuckle a little.

"You can sleep in my bed in there," Barbara told her, pointing to a door, where her bedroom is. "We can talk more about this in the morning.

"What -hic- about -hic- you?" Quinn asks hiccuping.

"The couch is fine," Barbara assures her. "Besides you're probably going to need the bed more than me." Knowing that by morning, Quinn most likely will be having a really back hangover when she wakes up.

"Are you -hic- sure?" Quinn asks.

"Yeah. Don't worry about it," Barbara reassures her. She then stands up and walks over to Quinn. Barbara kneels down to meet her eyes and catches Quinn's cheek in her palm smiling softly at her, "And don't think that I'm going to hurt you. Because I promise you I won't. Not ever."

Quinnnods, "You're one of the best -hic- friends -hic- I've ever had, Barb. No. You're more than that. I know I justmet you, but so far you've been more of a big sister to me than my own sister

ever was," Quinn tells her as she hugs Barbara tightly, as if she's scared that Barbara will leave her, like Jerome and Jeremiah had.

"Thanks, Quinn," Barbara said gently patting Quinn's back, as if to reassure her that she's not going anywhere. Barbara then thinks to herself how it's weird how she has more friends that are kids than adults, there's Selina, Ivy and now Quinn. But hey at least they're nice, right? "And Quinn," Barbara said to her, "If you want, you're more than welcome to stay here for a while if you want."

Quinn nods, "Okay -hic- that sounds -hic- nice."

Quinn stands then up and makes her way towards the bedroom, trying not to fall over or trip. When Barbara saw her jump onto my bed, and collapse, instantly falling asleep, she can't help but laugh quietly.

"Good night," Barbara says quietly, shutting the door and going over to the couch.

Barbara then became lost in thought, she only knew the girl for a few hours, and some of those hours are when she was drunk from whisky, but she still can't help but feel attached to the girl. Not like a daughter, no, more like a younger sister. Someone she feels like she needs to protect and take care of, like it's her duty. Quinn seemed too sweet and innocent for Gotham and Barbara doesn't want her to be corrupted or get hurt anymore than she already was. Barbara has these thoughts going through her head until she falls asleep on the couch.