People always said I was cursed.
Gwen Stallone is a Realm Walker with a lot of family drama and a mysterious connection to Jason Todd. They share a terrible secret, but one that will draw them together.
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I woke up later that night, lying on the across the foot of a bed, my feet hanging off the edge, my sketchbook on the floor. It took me a second to realise I was still in Tim's room.
He was passed out at his desk, face pressed again a dossier. Open laptop illuminating his face in a way that was almost ghostly.
I wasn't sure what time it was, but I thought maybe it was getting close to early morning and whoever went on patrol would be getting back soon.
We'd stayed up late, talking. He showed me some programs he was working on, while I put tiny braids in his hair. It was a good night and he told me about the time Bruce told him to let a case go, leading to him sing the entirety of Let it Go. Bruce had just facepalmed. When I brought in the donuts, he'd been in the middle of finishing the wiring for a tiny robin shaped drone and connecting it to a screen on the arm of his suit. He flew it around his room and showed me how it worked.
I helped him with some data input for Wayne Enterprises since I used to do the same back home for the farm.
And since it was the weekend Alfred let us stay up late, so I guess I had just fallen asleep.
I somehow tucked Tim into bed without waking him up before stepping out into the hall. It seemed quiet, so maybe I would have to ask any questions about what I was doing in his room.
I headed down to the Batcave, hoping I could be helpful. It wouldn't hurt if Jason decided to drop by either, though the chances were slim because I knew he hated coming to the manor. Wanting to see someone and expecting them to go out of their way for you are two very different things. I knew this, so why did I feel a pit in my stomach?
Something was off-I didn't know how much of it was me.
Was it something about the manor? It was completely empty, there was no hostility and Tim was asleep. It was something else. Something somewhere else but I just couldn't place my finger on it.
The longer I tried to pin down the feeling, the more I felt my stomach lurch.
My feet carried me to the cave.
It was empty for the most part, just dim white light from the computer screens and the echoes of water dripping from the ceiling - if you could call it the ceiling. It was easier to think about rather than whatever was going on in my gut.
"Trouble sleeping, Miss Gwen?" Alfred asked as he appeared behind me without a sound. Too often I forgot he'd been an MI6 agent.
Always, I thought and nodded. "Anything I can do to help?" I asked.
"I'm afraid not." He shook his head. "They should be back soon. Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, tired, I guess."
Alfred scoffed. "You don't look tired, you look worried. I hope you are not overwhelming yourself with all this work."
"No, I'm whelmed, traught, and feeling the aster," I said. I ran my hand through my hair. "I just have a funny feeling."
