Happy Holiday's!

This story has a Christmas theme, since it is the only winter holiday I've celebrated throughout my life. Inspired by Charles Dickens "A Christmas Carol"

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The green stem of a red rose twirled in the fingers of a delicate pale hand. The girl that held it was trying to understand the meaning of this particular rose.

She knew of course that red roses often symbolize love, but it was difficult for her to believe that this was the intended message from the one that left it for her. The one that sent it would always be nothing more than a pest to her, and she to him nothing but a villain.

Her paranoid thoughts convinced her that he leaving her flowers was his attempt to soften her, and make it easy for her to be captured and sent to jail. The possibility of this being his plan made her wary and skeptical of him. Another part of her had a different belief.

This part of her had hope. This side hoped that his persistent interest to try and change her was true; to turn her from villain to an ally of the Teen Titans.

In her mind such a possibility was impossible to believe in. All her life she knew she wouldn't ever become something good to society. That she would be cursed to remain the outcast that everyone saw her to be; the bearer of bad luck.

Those that hated her now would one day eventually grow to fear her. She would earn the respect she deserved, the ability to be a villain was something she was born with. Her powers couldn't help but cause misfortune to others, as all great villains had to do to others.

She stared at the rose that her skinny fingers held at the base of its stem. The rose offended her more than anything else he could've have done or said to her.

To her it represented a chance for something that was just impossible for her to become, and staring at it made her feel as though it were mocking her.

Her angry leaked from her through the pink sparks that escaped her fingertips, and it set the bud of the rose aflame.

She held it for a moment longer watching it burn before her natural instincts made her drop the flaming flower into her empty waste basket to watch the flame die down by itself. As the fire died so did the anger she felt towards its message. When it finally died down completely all that was left of his rose was pile ashy petals and a burnt stem.

She sighed. "At least I killed that pointless hope."

"Jinx!" Gizmo yelled for her.

"I'm busy right now Gizmo!" She snapped at the most annoying member of her team of rookie villains.

"Whatever, were getting ready to leave for our Christmas Eve looting, are you coming or not?" He asked.

Jinx growled in frustration. She wanted to be alone right now, but her team knew that if she didn't come it was most likely because of red headed speedster she couldn't stand, and they'd tease her about it all week for trying to avoid him.

Jinx didn't want to deal with that, and if he did show up tonight it would be a Christmas miracle to kick the crud out of Kid Flash.

"Yeah I'm in."

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I have one question. What is the device that Jinx uses in Lightspeed to capture Kid Flash, that electric remote thing. If you answer that it would be much appreciated.