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 felt like an imposter.
I looked at myself in the mirror for the billionth time and teased my fringe for the zillionth, wishing that my dress didn't feel so breezy downstairs.
Barbara slapped my hand away. "Stop fussing. Gwen, you look beautiful. You should wear your hair down more often. I can't believe that you were lucky enough to have beautiful curly hair and you don't appreciate it."
She was all primped up as well-purple dress, makeup, hair done up all fancy in a braided bun, a few ginger curls framing her face.
"Babs, please." I took both her hands. "You sound like my mother."
She grinned at me teasingly. "Gwenny, why do you have to wear those high medical shoes?"
"Maaa, they're Doc Martens," I informed her.
"Well, pardon my ignorance."
"It's the fashion." That was a sentence I never thought would leave my mouth.
"You would look much lovelier if you wore your flat black shoes. It's not that important to look like everyone else."
I looked over to her with little patience. "I feel like the Virgin Mary with this neckline."
"I don't think the Virgin Mary ever wore a velvet dress off her shoulder and showing cleavage."
An uncomfortable feeling suddenly started to develop in my stomach, something twisting and greasy and evil. The worst part was I couldn't even pin down what caused it. It wasn't my Mum Sense, that felt different. I just knew something bad was going to happen, and soon.
One of the rogues would probably attack the gala but I was prepared for that. High society on the other hand, not so much.
I smoothed out the deep red fabric of my dress one last time as I heard a knock at the door. Before I could answer, Jason opened the door and came in. He paused, staring at me for a long moment in awe.
Barbara ran over his foot with her wheelchair. She tilted her head at me as she rolled out of the room.
"You look fucking amazing, Blue," he said, putting his arms around my waist as he kissed me lightly.
"You scrub up nicely too, bub." He looked gorgeous himself; a black suit and a red tie that matched my dress. The colour meant a lot to him, and I knew why and what it represented. The Hood.
"I have something for you." He retrieved a silver chain from his jacket pocket with a gold ring hanging from it. Elvish script wrapped around the band.
"The One Ring!" I exclaimed and Jason nodded, grinning at me. He motioned for me to turn around so he could put it on, and I did so.
"Of course, you're the only one I trust to be the ring bearer," he said softly as he placed it around my neck and shut the clasp.
Cupping his face, I ran my thumb over the stubble on his jaw, feeling it under my nails and kissed him deeply. "Bub, I think that's the most romantic thing you ever said to me."
