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*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

Me: Hey, Raven…. You wanna whip up one of your spells so that I finally own the Teen Titans and you guys get a sixth season?

Raven: How did you get in here? It doesn't matter… Just get out!

Beast Boy: Yeah, the only one allowed in here is me, got it, Buster?

Raven: Beast Boy… I wasn't just talking to him

Beast Boy: But you love me, mama… Don't you?

Raven: What did we say about calling me mama?

Beast Boy: That it was totally fine if you never found out?

Raven: Is anyone really that dense?

Me: Uh guys… Sorry to interrupt, but I'd kinda like ownership of the Teen Titans…? Please?

Beast Boy: I'm smart enough that you like-like me, aren't I? *makes teasing gestures at a somewhat-angry half-demon*

Raven: …

Beast Boy: I'm not wrong, am I? *begins triumphant victory dance*

Raven: All I wanted was you out of my room. Was that too much to ask?! *now visibly annoyed*

Me: Guys? Guys…? I still exist in this plane, right? You can see me?

Beast Boy: I'll get out of your room if you kiss me, mama?

Raven: … Fine… But only because this book is too verbose and I find its plot unconvincing...

*they kiss*

Beast Boy: Actually, I wasn't paying attention… Wanna do a retake, mama?

Raven: *nods, now blushing*

Me: *takes a hint and leaves*

To briefly summarize, that's how my attempt at convincing Rae to give me the Teen Titans went… The Teen Titans still belong to DC Comics, Cartoon Network, Warner Bros, Glen Murakami + Co… Basically everyone but me, right?

This Flinx fic is mine, though… Unless Jinx decides to steal it in the time between Lightspeed and Titans Together?

Kid Flash

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Where on Earth is that alarm clock? Where in this planet is that God-forsaken alarm?

I reach out, slamming every solid surface as quickly as I can, hoping that one of my hits lands on the incessant device.

But since I'm the fastest kid alive, that doesn't take me more than a nanosecond. A sigh of relief escapes me, before I realize why I set my alarm clock so early. The shock causes me to tumble out of bed, covers and all.

"Ow," I yelp, as the pain sets in. It exists for a brief second before it subsides… Being a superhuman does have its perks sometimes…

And then sometimes it doesn't…

You see, sometimes, as a superhero, you get to spend the day with your friends… Chasing villains, or tracing clues to figure out their devious plans….

And the times you aren't with your friends… You're solo, running around the world trying to find a sign, any sign, that it's going to be all right tomorrow, that you'll live to see sunrise… Because none of us are ever too sure…

Even in movies and TV shows, you can be sure that the villain will escape, it's a given… But the hero might die if the writers are mean enough.

But I'd like to think that no one writes my life…No one controls my destiny… At least, that's what I used to think…

Except for the fact that I'm awake, on a Saturday morning, 6 AM, and I'm not even preparing to watch cartoons like a normal teenager…

No, I'm planning to watch something much better this morning, but this thing requires me to be up by, well, now…

After all, I have to shower, change, brush my teeth, and eat breakfast before 6.

Which should seem like no time at all for me, but I like my showers like Beast Boy likes his gaming sessions… Long, uninterrupted, and filled with relaxation.

Showers are the one time of day when time disappears out the window…

Well, showers and any time spent near a certain pink-haired self-proclaimed supervillainess. Einstein was right, an hour spent with a pretty girl feels like a minute…

But this isn't your normal, run-of-the-mill pretty… No, this is wow… This is the girl that no other compares to… Trust me on that one, I'm Kid Flash, if anyone knew pretty, it'd be me.

It's best she doesn't find out about my list of escapades with "pretty"…

She'd take down most of my exes easily… And then she'd take me out… Hopefully out on a date, but knowing her, that'd be far from it.

Love… It drives even someone with my dashing looks and charm to their knees…What other reason could there be for Wally West to wake up when the sun hasn't, go through his entire morning routine, and then try to enter H.I.V.E. tower before any of its inhabitants could be slightly conscious?

I pick out the 17th version of my uniform (yes, heros have multiple versions of their uniforms… It comes in handy if one gets destroyed or if I was too lazy and left one at Titans Tower or something), took off my nightwear (which was technically valid, seeing as how it was night), and stepped into my restroom.

But you know how you always forget something when you go into the shower?

My phone is still charging…

Imagine Kid Flash, running out of his bathroom wearing a light towel at a somewhat-normal speed, grabbing his cellular device, yanking off the charger, and rushing back in…

Now imagine the Brotherhood of Evil taking pictures and posting them on their InstaGram…

Thank God that didn't happen. I wish my mind didn't come up with the worst scenarios, but everyone's has a way of doing that, or so I'm told. I powered on my phone, and set it to a playlist of Taylor Swift songs, one of my guilty pleasures in life.

Robin once caught me singing in the shower… That went well for about five full seconds, before I emailed a copy of his vocal abilities to his teammates. When you're the fastest kid alive, it's not very difficult to get blackmail material… Not that I would ever use it unnecessarily, I just have these things as a safeguard. It'd be pretty unheroic to start blackmailing the Titans into doing whatever I wanted, right?

I turn the water on, and Starlight starts playing. As the first verse begins, she's the only thought in my mind, and this shower Is probably the shortest I've ever taken, and I'm almost impressed.

*sigh* If only she was impressed…

I'm a speed demon, for crying out loud… What more can I possibly do to get you to like me? You know, you're impossible. Any other girl in the world would've fallen head over heels for me by now

But you aren't any other girl… Not even any other villain… You're different.

I guess that's part of why I want you more than any of them…

I put on a little of Uncle Barry's cologne (he says it works, and he's married to my aunt, so…). Then, I suit up, speed out of my room, and a hand catches my arm. I go faster, almost nearing lightspeed itself, but the hand doesn't let go. I break the light barrier, and come to a halt, somewhat-exhausted. The hand still hasn't let go. It's a familiar grip, just tight enough to keep ahold of me, but not enough to hinder my movement.

"Uncle Barry?" I ask, wincing.

"Out for a morning run, I see," he replies. He leans in closer. "Is that- is that my cologne? Or rather, was that my cologne?"

I manage to nod, blood rushing to my cheeks.

"So this is about a girl, eh?"

If I had a mirror, I could've proved my face went as red as a ruby. By that, he discerns an affirmative. I glance away, expecting to be chided.

"Well, if she manages to get you up this early, she's definitely something different. Either that, or you gave up hope on sleeping, and that one's way worse"

He had no idea how true both of those statements were, but I wasn't going to be the one to tell him that. I may not be an Einstein, but I'm witty enough to stay out of trouble… Too much trouble. The Flash lets go of my hand.

"Another rose was missing from my garden, Wally… Know anything about that?"

I gulped. "I may have- I mean- I could've- Yeah, I took a rose, Uncle Barry. I'll pay it back for it later, I promise… Just like all the others?"

God, now she's got me apologizing, something that's totally unlike me.

"She's even turned you into a master thief. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were dating a supervillainess or something"

Well, we aren't dating… Not yet, at least…

I laugh awkwardly, before Uncle Barry loosens his grip and lets me go.

"Just be careful, kay? Sometimes, kid, you play with fire… And then you get burned"

I don't want to see what happens when you play with hexes, but I think I'll find out, one way or another…

"Sir, yes, Sir," I say, giving my best army officer impression, complete with a salute, the whole nine yards.

"And Wally… Keep in mind that no one can sleep with Taylor Swift playing. The ventilation systems are connected, and your singing is… Better than Justin Bieber, but that ain't saying much, kay?"

I can feel a flush of crimson and I speed away as fast as humanly possible… As fast as the fastest boy alive can go. The real Flash thankfully grants me escape from additional embarrassment, and I pass, undetected through H.I.V.E. security systems.

Never thought I'd make it out of that one alive. But if I can survive the Flash, a few hexes shouldn't be too much trouble?

Finally, I arrive at her room. No lights are on, and I see the faint outlines of writing that states "Jinx's room. Sudden death implied for all who enter (except me, duh!)"

Guess she's going to like me being here less than the last time… I wonder if she's still the unicorn-type?

Either way, I vibrate cleanly through the door with no trouble at all. Guess all that practicing payed off…

Although I fumble through the room, tripping on remnants of what I think are cups, notebooks, and one Lego; stepping on it proved to be the highlight of this trip. It's a small miracle she's still asleep after my deafeningly painful journey through her quarters.

God, what do they make Legos out of? Death and the tears of small children? I swear, what if we just filled the Brotherhood of Evil's lair with legos? Wouldn't they just surrender immediately?

I am pretty brilliant.

But still… Legos: 1, Kid Flash: 0

Somehow, I find my way to the windowsill and sit in wait, but I get kinda hungry and I remember what I woke up for. I vibrate through the walls… If the dragon hasn't awoken yet, I think she'll sleep for a few more.

I wonder what'll happen if I call her a dragon? Would that make her happy since dragons inspire fear into the hearts of their enemies? Or would she hate me even more cuz dragons aren't exactly the epitome of ravishing beauty?

As long as she's asleep… I might as well…

I go out to a nearby coffee shop-her favorite coffee shop- and order a cup of coffee, put some cream and sugar in, then set it down and go back to order a cup of iced passionfruit tea. I take both cups and speed off to tour the world, picking up tacos from Columbia and a little frozen yogurt from Greece.

Against my better judgement, I bypass Titans Tower's security and take the leftover pancakes from Friday night's usual soirée (which I was not invited to, courtesy of a certain young former sidekick of Batman whose room will be tp'd momentarily), and run up to Canada for some fresh maple syrup (not going to spring for that repulsive store-bought variety… I mean that's gotta be a crime. I'll ask Uncle Barry about filing a case) I casually run up the wall and phase through her window, surprised to find that she's stirring from her slumber. I place the tray of food on the windowsill and move the blinds to let hints of sunlight into the room, and now that I can see, I realize Jinx sleeps above the covers. Seriously… the sheets were strewn about, but only a foot was hidden from my view.

And wow, was she beautiful! Her hair was down, mussed, something I've never seen before, but it was cute this way.

I might have to find a way to get her to wear it down all the time… Well, when there's a will, there's a way?

Her arms were wrapped tightly around a stuffed pink bear and she was clad in a crop top and jeans.

My teenage hormones were at their peak, but being a hero means I can keep those in check.

Hopefully…

Teddy bears, eh? First unicorns and now… I'm starting to think that Jinx doesn't have an evil bone in her body?

Asleep, Jinx appeared to be at peace, even happy… I could almost see the traces of a smile on her face.

I wonder what she dreams about… I wonder if any of it's about me… I wonder if any of the good stuff is about me?

She tosses and turns a little more, and I worry that she's in the midst of a nightmare. I take a sip of my coffee… All I can do now is wait… And maybe run around the world a few times, but that gets old fast.

When you're a speed demon, you've seen the world cuz you get around superheroing pretty often…

But the one thing I really want to see…

Is her by my side for the whole adventure.

Jinx

Foiled again. Another beautifully planned crime ruined, and by who? Kid Flash, of all goddamn people. Damn him. Damn his obnoxious smile and piercing icy-blue eyes. Damn his windswept fiery scarlet hair. Damn him for running his fingers through it when he's deep in thought when he clearly knows no girl can withstand.

Damn his face for being so inexplicably attractive… I almost want to touch it, to be him for a day, just to see how it feels… Damn him for leaving me roses with notes before randomly taking off. Damn him for appearing at the worst times and always being there when he's not supposed to.

And damn him again just for good measure.

Why does he have to exist? What could possibly be evil enough to conjure up something as horrific as Kid Flash? How could anyone be that devilishly annoying and still be liked?

Cuz I swear, the next time he shows up, that morning'll be the last sunrise he'll ever see. I've had enough of Kid Flash to serve me a lifetime. If I never saw him again, it'd be too soon, wouldn't it?

If he just took a day off… If we could just pull off one successful crime, we might have enough to stay afloat. At this rate, I'm going to have to turn to shoplifting at a J.C. Penny's, but he might not even let that happen peacefully.

Superhero boys… They think they own the world, don't they? Especially him, going out to get a snack in the midst of our battles, casually stopping by the tower to say hi while we're going over missions, and let's not forget the incessant roses…

God, the roses… everywhere I look, and he probably put them there. If I sold all of them, we might have enough to buy ourselves a small yacht. I almost wonder where they all come from? Is he rich or something? I wouldn't be surprised… The heros have it easy… It's us villains that have to struggle through the times to make a living.

And he just stands there, a goddamn rose in one hand, chow in the other with that goofy grin on his goddamn nearly-flawless face that makes me doubt if he wasn't dropped as a child.

Well, step 1 of my new plans is eliminating Kid Flash at the first opportunity. With him outta the way, something might go right for once.

I feel a slight pang in my heart…No Kid Flash means no… Well, no more Kid Flash… No more chance encounters, no more inhumanly wicked smirks…

And no more weird heart-trying-to-win-a-race-with-a-supersonic-jet.

Would I miss those things? But… that makes no sense… He's an idiot, a bloody goddamn idiot.

And a heroic idiot at that. There's no way I have any feelings for Kid Flash; the sheer idea is preposterous! I can't even imagine the kind of girl that would go for a kind of spandex-clad grinning sharp-as-a-butter-knife superhero like him!

Certainly not me… Well, might as well get up. I don't think I'm going back to sleep now… Not with him clouding my thoughts.

Even when he's not here, he's everywhere. I should've thrown away the roses instead of keeping them in here. After I get rid of him, I'll get rid of everything that could remind me of him.

"Even the unicorn sketches?"the Kid Flash voice in my head asks.

Goddamnit, why does he have to be so exasperating? It's like- It's maddening, vexing, it makes me question what I'm doing with my life.

Gah, how does anyone manage a conversation with him without wanting to tear him limb-from-limb or throttle him like there's no tomorrow? He's just so-

I can't describe it. I have no words… His irksome nature is beyond even the vocabulary of the all-powerful Jinx.

I hear someone slurping coffee. Damnit, it must be morning already. I need to remind Gizmo to fix the ventilation system so I sleep better. I rubbed my eyes and yawned noisily, but it doesn't matter. None of the H.I.V.E FIVE are dumb enough to bear witness to my morning routine.

The sign on my door should be more than enough to scare any of them away, shouldn't it?

"Rise and shine, beautiful," an all-too-familiar voice calls.

My eyes open wide, I tilt my head up, the first thing I see is a familiar yellow costumed crime-fighter. I tumble off of the bed in shock, taking my pillow and sheets with me. Kid Flash laughs, mockingly, as if he would've done any better if I had showed up in his bedroom.

As if he was going to find me there…It'll be a cold damned day in hell before that, Kid Flash…

I rubbed my head to ease the pain, forgetting that a superhuman heals pretty quickly regardless.

Damnit... I left my room cluttered enough so I could hear him if he waltzed in. Apparently my plans truly are foiled again…

"Don't you go to sleep like normal people do on a Friday and wake up like normal people on a Saturday?" I asked, looking for the nearest weapon. The last time I tried to hex him, I trashed my room, so I might as well take a different approach.

If I throw the bear at him… The bear might get ruined… Let's hope he didn't notice the bear…

But with my luck… He's probably got pictures galore?

I reach for my pillow and toss it at him, full-force. He even lets it hit him like it couldn't possibly do anything.

Arrogant much? It's not like it would hurt you to just-

Just anything other than you would be nice for you to do, you know? Change is good, Kid Flash… Embrace it!

He even pretends to be knocked back a bit, and falls to the floor so we're fighting on equal footing.

"Very chivalrous of you, Kid Flash. But chivalry is dead, much like you will be," I hiss, remembering that the Complete Rulebook for Young Supervillains forbids speaking normally at any times.

I recall that you can hiss, yell, whisper, but under no circumstances are we allowed to talk in an inside voice.

Kid Flash's grin widens as he closes the distance between us, not the least bit afraid of what I'll do to him.

So I'm going to venture and say he read the sign, and he still doesn't give a damn?

I notice an abnormal scent and lean in closer, trying to get a better whiff. Kid Flash takes it as a sign from the gods and triumphantly smirks.

What in the name of all that is good any holy is he-?

"Is that- Is that supposed to be cologne?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, confused as to why anyone would wear something that strong.

His eyes widen as he perceives my evident distaste for the odor.

"Well, it used to be, but after running around the world, it probably mixed with enough sweat that now... it was a bad idea to begin with, Jinxy. Promise I won't make that mistake twice?" He replied, a hopeful look entering his face.

"So you're here… in my room?"

"Oh, is that where we are? I'm sorry, I thought the magnificent unicorn drawings and childish toys strewn upon the floor signified that this was the Brotherhood's new lair?"

I feel a slight flush at his mention of the unicorn drawings-my pride and joy-but quickly realize that he's just changing the subject.

"Stop doing that! I- So why are you here, then, if you knew full well that it was my room?"

Even if the H.I.V.E. security systems are no good and we are on opposing sides, he still has no right to invade my privacy like this… Right? I do possess generic civilian rights, I hope…

"I couldn't sleep and well, I was kinda famished so I thought you might want some breakfast too?" He said, gesturing to what seemed like a meal fit for a king atop my windowsill.

Guess who would be back to sleep right now? If it wasn't for a certain red-haired speedster?

"Try visualizing your plans going right for once… It gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling inside?" I said.

He gets up, feigns brushing dust off his yellow spandex uniform, and offers me his hand. I smack it away before he bends down and picks me up, bridal-style. I try to worm my way out half-heartedly, and the look in his eyes tells me he knows. I reluctantly give up and let him carry me over to the windowsill, and the caloric intake almost sparkles.

"Greek yogurt, pancakes, tacos, and… Is that passionfruit tea?" I asked, momentarily overjoyed.

The boy knows where to get nutrition, I'll give him that one…

He blushed. "I may or may not have followed you long enough to find a few of your culinary interests"

"Borderline stalkerish, but I'll let it go just this once…Only because the food is nice, Kid Flash… Don't get any ideas thinking I've undergone a transformation. If you've come here trying to convert me again… I'm still on the path of evil… Or at the very least, I'm up to no good!"

"Just how much food did you think I could eat, anyways? This looks like enough to last me until… Probably past lunchtime…"

"I might've overestimated a little... My metabolism is a tiny bit faster than even a normal superhuman's?"

A normal superhuman. Is that what the H.I.V.E FIVE are? He doesn't think of me as a sworn enemy?

Because we clearly are! How does he not see that? Is there no limit to how dense one human being can be?

I take a bite of the pancake and marvel. The syrup isn't that nasty stuff that you find at the supermarket. Honestly, the Teen Titans should be capturing those people and not us; making something that noxious has got to be a crime in and of itself.

For once, I'm happy, and he can tell. The smirk on his face disappears, and he replaces it with an honest smile.

Damn him, those are the hardest kind of smiles to figure out. Maybe making me happy makes him happy? Or maybe he's just happy he's still alive… The last time he was here…

Gah, this is too much thinking for a Saturday morning. I should be catching up on the latest episodes of Young Justice. Not that I would be enjoying it… The voice actors and drawing staff simply don't do Kid Flash any justice.

And they ship him with a blonde chick of all people, of course. I don't even know why I watch that show… I might just start Game of Thrones or something better… I hear the Teen Titans have a comedic television series…

Oh, but you do know why that show is entirely irresistible…You just don't want to admit it, do you? …

Who are you? And how did you get in my head? Did Kid Flash drug my breakfast? I should've known… Not like it's beneath him… Well, it's not every day you get a weird voice in your head… Today must be special…

Me being here is hardly his fault. Or rather, all of his fault. You see, I've never been powerful enough to manifest until he showed up with his dashing good looks and charm.

But to answer simply… I am your conscience, Jinx. And I'm telling you, you know exactly why you watch Young Justice.

But you won't tell me? Some conscience I have. I bet there's not a soul in this world who has a voice like mine.

Some facts are more fun to have you discover. But if I must… You watch Young Justice for him… Only him. The only reason you're mad about the Artemis affair is because-

I've said too much… I'll be going now…

I am not even 2% mad about the Artemis affair. Kid Flash can date whoever he wants to. I don't care.

In fact, I couldn't care less. Even if I took the zero care I have now and put it in a continuously compounding interest account, it wouldn't be anything but a big, fat zero! I'd like to see Euler say otherwise!

"For someone who thought I brought too much, you sure do finish it as fast as I would?" Kid Flash remarks, his eyes sparkling at me, beckoning for something; I wish I was sure what…

I look down at my plate. Both a single taco and a half-eaten pancake are left, and I realize that I've viciously eaten the rest while I was talking to Conscience. I put the tray down and look back at him suspiciously.

"You had to have some ulterior motive for being here… So why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you in my room, Kid Flash? Other than because you were thinking of others?"

"What if that's my only reason, Jinxy?"

"So it isn't?"

"Well… Not exactly…"

"You know, I'm not usually one to pry… But you are in my room. You could at least tell me why you're here"

"That's easier said than done…"

"So do you want to tell me why I keep getting roses with weird notes in oddly good handwriting instead?"

"I thought you knew that one," he says as his gaze shifts away and becomes strangely crestfallen.

"The court finds Kid Flash guilty of unlawful entry into H.I.V.E. Tower in addition to Jinx's bedroom, and orders him state his intent"

"I think I've been through enough legal troubles to know that's not how the judicial procedure works… Don't I at least get a shot at defending myself?"

"You… are literally in my room… What better evidence could I possibly obtain to prove you guilty?"

"Still, I thought you knew why…"

"It wouldn't hurt for you to say it, now would it?" I ask, hopeful that he doesn't call my bluff.

His face brightens like he just broke out of prison successfully and the bank next to it is open and unguarded.

Well, maybe that feeling is solely a villain thing…

"The roses… the notes… The finding you in random places… Or more politically correct, the you finding me finishing heroic acts of bravery right as you walk in…"

So he plans these things… If only he was a villain… The Brotherhood would've accepted him long ago…

His icy-blue eyes move to pierce mine, and the confidence reappears. "I don't know how to say it better, Jinx. I think I… I like you," he says, or rather he asks, unsure of the truth in that proclamation.

He blinks, his hand slyly shifting closer to mine. Our fingertips meet and he opens his mouth to speak. Time feels like it's slowed down to a snail's pace but my heart is racing at a cool million miles per second, perhaps as fast as he could.

"Yeah, I like you. I like you… a lot…" He convincingly finishes, and for once, I'm the one lost for words…

"Gwah?" I manage to sputter out.

Great job, Jinx… Now you sound as intelligent as he does.

"God, here I am pouring my heart out like the Nile after the rains and you aren't even paying a hint of attention… Serves me right for picking a supervillain…"

He starts again, "I like you, Jinx, and not in that childish you-like-someone-for-a-day-and-never-speak-to-them-again. And definitely not in the I-like-you-as-a-friend… I don't know if you even think of us as friends, but… You know, I came to Jump City cuz I heard there was a girl here who claimed to be pure bad luck… Well, that, and cuz Robin wanted me to. But anyways, I had to prove her wrong, that no one's powers define who they are…" he trailed off.

"But it turns out I had nothing to prove. That girl was so not bad luck. She got me in and out of Rouge's clutches and then she showed me that she's not all bad, and that messing with her is one heck of a bad idea…

"Which is why I'm not messing with you now, Jinx. I like you… I like-like you…"

So, do you… like me?" He asked, and I could tell it took every ounce of self-control he had to not burst into tears or explode into a thousand pieces.

Do you… like me?

The words echoed through my ears as I struggled to find an answer.

Do I like him? Do I not? What am I supposed to say?

Think, Jinx, think. There's got to be something in your brain that tells you.

How could I like him? He's indubitably the more infuriating creature to have roamed the Earth?

It's a yes or no question…God knows how it's this hard to answer. Do I accept the roses out of affection for him, or do I just want to remember the day? Is it cuz I want to lead him on until I can cause him grief like he has with Madame Rouge and the Brotherhood? Or is it cuz they're the most thoughtful thing anyone's ever done for me?

Do I like him? Do I love him? Do I not want to strangle him until he gasps for dear life?

*sigh* this is impossible. I'm never going to get anything out of myself. I could just go with the standard "maybe", but that seems a slightly cruel thing to do to anyone, even the enemy.

Cut it out, Jinx. You hate him, remember? Remember everything he's done to you? Every crime he's stopped; every nuisance he's caused? Every attempt to "convert" you to his side and make you see the light? Remember the incessant annoyance you couldn't wait to get rid of?

"Jinx? Earth to Jinxy? You still there? Any sentient form of being want to respond to me?"

And in that moment, everything negative breaks free, the rage, the hatred, and I feel myself restraining the pink flaring at my fingertips. A strange persona bursts out of me, a dark side I never thought I was capable of.

"Of course I don't like you! I hate you! I hate your goddamn face, your goddamn roses, and I wish you would just get out of my goddamn life! If I never saw you again… It'd be too soon!" I say, practically spitting the words at him as if I was uttering a curse. Pink bolts fly from my fingertips to his, knocking him cleanly off the windowsill onto his knees. He stands up, and now there's actual dust to brush off of his uniform. He starts towards the door, his back to me.

… Is that a tear on his cheek?

My hand moves to catch his. "I'm sorry, Kid Flash… I-I don't know what that was… I-I don't know"

But my powers malfunction and I just end up hexing him further away from me. He turns around, and this is the most serious I've ever seen him be. He manages a weak smile to conceal the painful look in his eyes, and a single tear caresses his cheek.

I was right… Not that it matters now…

"I'm fine, you think I can't survive a few hexes? Us superheros are made of stronger stuff than that…But I'll take my leave now, if that's how you feel. And… I'll even make sure you never see me again, if that's what you want. Goodbye, Jinxy. Goodbye forever…" the words leave his mouth but each one takes another year of life off him and as he finishes, he looks like he just watched his entire world reduced to ashes. I probably could've shoved a knife though his heart and the agony wouldn't have increased… much…

And then it hits me.

I am his world…I just drove a metaphorical knife through his ribcage… I meant that much to him and I hated him… But I don't even know if I did hate him… If I still do hate him.

Does it matter, Jinx? He's a hero, you're a villain. He doesn't matter to you, never has, never will. It should be fun to see him cry, writhing in pain? Shouldn't it?

But it's not… He's genuinely hurt this time… And even I wouldn't want that to happen to someone… After knowing what it feels like myself…

The fire…

But by the time I finish blinking, he's gone, and the only thing that's left is a single rose, pink this time, with flecks of black… and yet another note.

"Something to remember me by…If you ever want to, that is…"

My glance turns to the window as I sigh briefly. Even if I don't not hate him, and even if I'm pretty sure I don't like him… At least not in that way… That might've been kinda harsh, even for someone as riling as him…

I shift my gaze to the window... It's a perfectly sunny day in Jump City... Everyone else's mornings are probably overflowing with sunshine...

Do you… like me?

The thought returns as if it hasn't caused me enough trouble already. I pick up my sketchbook and start drawing to relieve some tension, but the actual drawing part of it involves me spacing out to ponder those four words. I remember the look in his eyes when he asked me that... It's like he was almost sure I'd say yes, join his side, and we'd get a happily ever after.

I put down my pencil and expect to see a perfect unicorn like all the rest...

But it's not...

Right in front of me is a nearly-perfect likeness of Kid Flash, right down to the eyes. For a second, I'm impressed that I could draw someone that well.

But it's just like him... Almost too good... How in hell did I-?

Oh Goddamnit... I think I might...

I might actually... like-like him back...

It's a cold day in hell after all, isn't it?...

So it wasn't that bad, right?... I'll update sometime within the next week

Reviews would be appreciated... Every review gets a virtual strawberry-ice-cream-laced-with-caramel cone, I promise?

Cya later!

~lefauxlucifer