Summary: She was beautiful and she used it. She manipulated people and she liked it. She had the world at her fingertips and she loved every second of it.

Disclaimer: I do not own teen titans or I'd be asleep right now on a too expensive matress. =)

Authors Note: Just to warn y'all, I'm completely sleep deprived right now and I totally made up Jinx's background. I liked this idea. Anyways, about this story. I've had this quote rattling around in my head for a while (the one in the summary) and I knew I wanted to do a story about Jinx. I hope you like it. My plan is to make you fall in love with the villianess even though she is on the wrong side.

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JessyDalton3

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Hey. My name is Jinx and I'm wrong. I'm always wrong.

I was born into a very high class family. Ha, family. It wasn't a family. It was a place to live, a place where they fed me and gave me clothes. There was no love, no compassion, no understanding. All they gave me was money, money and oppurtunity.

I attended the best private schools in the area, I wore designer clothes, and I could play the piano like Beethoven himself. But that was up until I was fourteen. The day I turned fourteen something happened that changed my life, forever.

I walked into my house after a horrible day at school. I had been dumped by my boyfriend, gotten a D on a test and missed 17 chords during piano class. I was in a very bad mood. When I walked in I saw my father, passed out on the ground. I screamed and my mother ran into the room. We called 911 and he was taken to the hospital. No one would tell me what was going on, no one would answer my questions. I would just get a look that said, "Shut up. You're just a little kid." My older brother, John, finally took me home while my father was checked into the hospital. Once inside, I climbed up our marble stairs and locked myself into my room. I sat down on the bed and stared at a painting on the wall. It was a dog and a little girl in a sundress. I remember thinking it was a stupid picture and suddenly, there was a flash of pink and it fell to the ground. I jumped up and ran to it.

"Aw, crap. Aw, crap." I said to myself. I put my long blonde hair in a ponytail and got to work picking up the glass. I didn't know how important the breaking of the picture was until it started happening more. A sudden fall by a friend, a class of broken pencils or a bad hair month. Everywhere I went bad things seemed to happen and they were all accompanied by a mysterious flash of pink.

I thought I was going crazy. Things in my life just kept getting worse. I'd study hours for weeks before a test and barely pass it. I'd rehearse lines over and over again and freeze in front of my class during a speech. One day I went to the hair salon for a hair cut because my blonde locks were getting to long. It went well until twenty minutes in I heard a softly muttered swear.

"What is it?" I asked. The hair stylist was silent. I whirled around in my chair and what I saw made my jaw drop. My hair was bubblegum pink. Bubblegum. Pink. I ran out of the shop as fast as my long legs could take me. I ran the four miles to my house in under an hour. The second I got into my room I sprinted up the stairs and hurried into my room. I locked my door and took out a duffle bag. Into my bag went clothes and money and a journal I kept of every bad thing that happened to me. I changed into a dark skirt and dark shirt. I pulled on some striped leggings and brushed my new pink hair into two insane ponytails.

I hazardly opened the window and jumped out landing in a bush. I started running again.

I ran for about another hour until I couldn't run anymore. I was in a new part of town that I didn't recognize. There were dark cars and run down buildings everywhere. The allies were empty with the exception of a few dumpster and graffiti decorated the sides. I wrapped my arms around myself and started down an alley. I walked to the other side of a dumpster and I dropped my duffel bag. I sat down next to it and pulled my knees to my chest. What had I done? I blinked back tears. I was too strong to let the water control me. I put my head down on my knees and dozed off.

I was awoken when it was dark out. I felt a hand on my shoulder and it was softly shaking me. It took me a second to realize where I was. I screamed and pink flashed. I opened my eyes to see an old man with a strong chin sitting across the alley from me. He had landed painfully against the other wall. He took a second before pulling himself up.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," He said.

"Its okay." I said. "These are just bad parts, ya know?"

"I understand. What are you doing here by yourself?" He asked and reached out a hand to help me up. I took it and soon brought myself up to my full five foot four. He towered a few inches above me.

"I ran away." I said, I didn't know why I was telling him that. Just one look in his eyes and it made me want to tell him everything. "I came from a cold, unfeeling family that didn't want anything to do with my bad luck. Everywhere I went I seemed to jinx everything. Hell, they might as well call me Jinx!"

"Well, Jinx, are you telling me you have no place to stay?" He asked kindly.

"Well, yes sir. But I've got some money and I know a place where I can go where they'll hire me to play the piano." I started to explain.

"Well, dearie, I have a better suggestion. I run a boarding school, for talented youth. You could come stay with us for awhile." He smiled a weathered smile.

Something in my mind said not to believe him but my brain told me he was our best shot.

"That's a kind offer, sir, and I'm very willing to accept." I told him. He took me to the building that would be my home for the next year but it wasn't just any kind of boarding school for special children.

It was a boarding school for children with special gifts. Metahumans they called us.

It turned out I had the power of bad luck. Just wish sickness or pain on someone and that's what they got.

And I finally fit in. People liked me and praised my powers and wanted to play with my hair. My pink hair. I had best friends and came close to having a boyfriend once. I aced tests and my body became powerful and lean. I was finally happy and that's what everyone deserves, right?

Well someone had a different idea. His name was Stone. Actually, it was Cyborg. He was an undercover teen titan who stayed at the school. He learned our secrets and shut us down.

I quickly joined up with five other supervillians and created the team the Hive Five. I was the leader to the five other stupid, shortly-attentive teenage boys who had the worse manners ever. All I wanted was a little respect from them and a little respect from supervillians like Madame Rouge and Slade. They were so cool and I wanted to be everything like them.

Almost. I still felt a nag inside myself whenever I hurt someone and I'd never hurt them too badly. I'd steal a thousand dollars but not thier life savings. I'd knock them out but they'd always be okay. A part of my heart wasn't really into it but I knew if I stopped to think about it I'd want out. So I kept running. I kept stealing. I kept going and didn't slow down. Speed was all I wanted. Speed. I thought that way until May 26, the year I was fifteen.

Up until May 27, I didn't even know what real speed was.

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Now please review! Tell me exactly what you're thinking. Badly written? Out of character? I know I have the past wrong so you don't need to put that. I want you to love Jinx. Are you feeling the love? Are you not? Is she annoying? Any flaws in the history? Review and write whatever you are thinking please!

Hugs&&Kisses,

JessyDalton3