Disclaimer: DC owns Batman and Joker. I own Miss Gwyn. The End. ;)
Love is patient, Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
As I randomly go over this infamous verse in my already occupied mind, I can't help but let out a dark chuckle. So many use this verse—In speeches, quotations, lectures. Speaking as if it's something all can and should live by. Love, such a freely used word, Rarely—If ever—to be sincere and meaningful. I guess the famous verse does have its pros and cons— pros being that one can usually be motivated—if even for a second—to live by these beautifully gratifying words. The con is however, when that bubbly hopeful feeling of euphoria comes to an end—usually when that "significant other" pisses you off.
I guess you wouldn't call me a "hopeless romantic". In fact, I venture to say you could call me a complete opposite. While I do believe in love, I don't believe in the virtually invisible strings attached. I guess you could say I'm the type that believes in the whole "Actions speak louder than words" bit. After witnessing through most of my childhood how people can often say the words—"I love you"—and then turn around do actions that spoke of nothing but hatred and deceit, I'd pretty much made up my mind not to fall into the usual monotony of your average female specimen life. As they say, "The good ones are usually married or gay."
… Although—If that were true, why is the divorce rate so alarmingly high?
My name is Addisyn Gwyneth Bennett. Everyone calls me Gwyn—Anyone who calls me otherwise has a guaranteed 100% earned bitchfit instore for them. I'm nearly twenty-six—eeugh. A medical dropout, A legal dropout, A journalist dropout—You name it, I dropped out of it. My parents—the ever so elite socialites, were willing to so generously put forth the funds for my flip-flopping escapades. You see, it just so happens that there is an unwritten law, that any offspring of— oh say—a high-profile criminal attorney, simply must gain a degree. But not just any degree! A degree that can solidly insure a place in the socialite life. Whether it be following dear ol' daddy's footsteps as an overpaid lawyer, Or taking the ever-so appropriate role as politician's trophy wife—Some stable background would always be required, Or at least a well covered up one.
Yep, I guess you could call me the disappointment of Tom and Martha Bennett. Being their only daughter, they'd set their expectations high. Though being a straight-A student, my having a mind of my own—and dare say it—a personality, was indeed an inconvenience. After being enrolled from boarding school to boarding school, then—upon graduating—being mingled around socialite parties. My father's desperate attempts to find a powerful son-in-law, failed miserably. After spending less than six months home after graduation and seeing that I had only two options— trophy wife or high-power career woman—I decided to try my luck at college life. And since I failed the latter, Guess where that left me?
Yep-- The estranged daughter of Attorney Tom Bennett and his lovely passive wife Martha. Of course, My parents-- not wanting to risk their image-- simply had their friends and beloved ones believing I was off in some other Country—Studying fine arts, exploring vast lands and all that. Little did they know I was right here in their precious city, Gotham. Sitting inconspicuously across the parking lot of Wayne Towers. Not that they'd recognize me. My once blonde hair was now back to my natural reddish brown color, once to the length of my waist and straightened, was now hanging in natural ringlets just above elbow length. After being disowned and cut off from all funds, I found it no longer necessary to follow my mother's methods of "Beauty" and went for a more natural look. I didn't mind it—It was natural, it was me.
The sun was just setting, the moon making its appearance, when my green eyes fell on what I was waiting for-- A sleek, black E-class Luxury Sedan. I couldn't help but grin, Nothing brought a smile to my face like a Mercedes-Benz. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a materialistic type. But I couldn't deny the man-made beauty in front of me—after all, it also happened to be my current job. I could already feel its leathered steering wheel at my finger tips, the purr of its engine. I waited impatiently for its soon-to-be former owner to make his way safely inside the building. Once he was out of sight, I stealthily made my way to the vehicle. Scanning the area once again, I swiftly took out the slimjim I had tucked away in my hoodie. Careful… Careful… I whispered mentally to myself as I worked on the lock. I smiled when I heard the satisfying click of the lock and started to gracefully slide comfortably into the leather driver's seat.
"Nice night out, isn't it?" came a deep male voice out of nowhere.
Well, crap…
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~ Peace of Heart