When the world seems like it is going to end, a new hero emerges along with the original seven members of the Justice League. With little experience and a foggy past, Evie isn't sure she belongs with the JL. With a little help from a certain caped c...
Hey guys! I know I've been gone a while, but here's the next chapter. I'm so close to finishing college, so hopefully come August once I'm done I'll be able to write to my little hearts content whenever I want to! I also wanted to let you guys know that I published this story on my Wattpad account and added pictures of Evie's outfit for the dance if you guys want to check it out. My username is "free100flygirl" and it's the only story I have up right now. As always, please leave a review! The next episode I publish we'll see the Justice Lords and the twist I put on that story. Have fun!
"I can't believe I let you guys talk me into this," I grumbled as Shayera poked me with another bobby pin.
"Would you stop it? You look great and you're going to have so much fun!" Shayera said as she finished pulling up the top half of my hair.
"I doubt that fun is going to be involved. Why do I have to go again? Why can't Diana be the only one going?" I said, pulling out a few strands of my hair from the ponytail that Shayera had just finished pulling up.
Smacking my hand away and curling the strands, Shayera replied, "Because it's a large event with many political and rich figures being there. The League should be represented and Superman thought two should be enough".
And of course, he had picked me too. "Evie, stop moving. I'm almost done," Shay said. Huffing and crossing my arms, I sat in the chair as she sprayed my hair with hairspray and gave me a onceover. "There, all ready," she said as she turned me to face the mirror. I was surprised as I looked at my reflection.
My eyes were surrounded by black eyeliner, eyeshadow, and thick lashes, which made the blue of my eyes look electric. My lips were painted a nude color, and my skin was absolutely flawless. My hair was left in loose curls, with half of it loosely pulled up with small curls framing my face. My dress was a beautiful ombré style, with black at the top and bottom which faded into various shades of purple around the middle, where the material collected and cinched at my waist. I stood up and realized I was a few inches taller thanks to the black lace heels that I was wearing.
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