Disclaimer: Teen Titans © Cartoon Network/Warner Brothers/Glen Murakami, not me. The following was written on behalf of an annoying plot bunny who held a gun to my head until I'd write this.

"Why am I doing this again?" Jinx grumbled as she surveyed her new attire. Her usual outfit was mysteriously replaced with a prep school uniform. Judging by her various grimaces, she highly disapproved of it.

"We've gone over this before, Jinx. I need you to blend in," beeped her communicator in response. Robin's stern face was flickering on its small screen.

She sighed and leaned against the brick wall behind her. She was less than a block away from the Murakami High School, concealed in a small alley. Every so often a student would pass by wearing an outfit identical to hers. "Yeah, but why me? I don't even know this Terra girl."

"Exactly," Robin interrupted, "We can't let her know we're monitoring her. Since you two have never met, you're the most suited for this job."

Jinx's eyes narrowed at her communicator in annoyance. "You still haven't answered my question. Why me? Why not that Russian guy or Kid Flash or something?"

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Red Star isn't the right age… And Kid Flash isn't the right material for an undercover operation."

Jinx continued, "Then what about Cyborg? Or even you? You guys don't seem adverse to spying on people." She flashed her trademark smirk mockingly, but her expression hinted at some deep-seated anger.

Robin returned with a serious frown. "Look. She knows us, we can't do it. And unlike most Titans, you don't have a secret identity." Jinx glared again. "You're also new to the Titans. Think of this as your official initiation into the team."

She could tell right away that this was his way of saying "I trust you about as far as I can throw you so I'm making you do grunt work." Jinx stuck her face frighteningly close to her communicator. "What, me helping you defeat the Brotherhood of Evil and taking out my own team wasn't good enough? And as for that thing about blending in, THESE AREN'T CONTACTS!" She yelled, pointing at her cat-like eyes. Some passerby's peered suspiciously at her as they continued on their way to school.

The Titans leader seemed taken back. He started to grind his teeth. After a moment, he commanded angrily, "You have your orders. Robin, over and out." The communicator flicked off.

Jinx had an urge to smash the yellow plastic toy against the pavement. Taking orders from a guy she used to kick in the face felt degrading to her. She took in a deep breath, and exhaled.

A familiar gust of wind brushed past her. "Ya know, that isn't a bad look for you." Jinx groaned. She knew that voice from anywhere.