A Hero? (On hold)

Teen Titans Back

Kid Flash POV

Yawning hard, I walked into the living room. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a morning person. Kid Flash needs his beauty sleep, especially after a night of heroics (I had to stop five robberies, escape from Madame Rouge, and carry Jinx over).

Jinx sat there on the sofa, flipping through the channels lazily on the remote (how on earth could that girl get up early after last night?). Her hair was down in a pink curtain. Cute, I thought consciously. She had a sort of exotic beauty, unlike most of the girls I'd dated before. I mean, not that I'm dating her or anything, just because very few people have pink hair, cat's pupil eyes and ash skin.

Robin would kill me if he ever knew how I felt about one of the Teen Titans' enemies. Though it probably isn't a problem for me, the fastest kid alive, who can wriggle out of a problem as quickly as I could run. Well, almost. Nothing can compare to my speed (uhh, except for Uncle Barry's speed).

I glanced over at the table and wanted to smack myself (well, no, that would ruin my face, but you know what that meant). I'd been so busy I'd forgotten to do my homework, which was due today. Even someone as smart as me can't recall history lessons at the drop of a hat. Last time I tried (using superspeed too), I had to spend an entire 30 minutes on it.

I let out a long-suffering sigh.

Jinx came up behind me and peered over my shoulder. "Hey,what's that?"

"History homework," I muttered.

She smiled mischievously. "Ha, that's one sort of homework that superspeed doesn't affect much." She smirked. "I happen to be an expert, though."

I brightened up immediately. "You're gonna help me?"

She snorted. "After you gave me a place to stay for the night, yeah. Kills me to help a hero, but yeah. You helped me and stuff. Also I'm gonna have nothing to do all day. I was planning to rob a bank today, you know, and having to stay in here really sucks. Ugh! How do you heroes manage to do anything without having fun?"

"Well, Jinxie, maybe our definition of 'fun' is different from yours," I replied.

She narrowed her eyes. "Don't ever call me Jinxie."

Ah, I thought. So she doesn't like being called Jinxie.

And so I started dancing around and singing her newfound nickname (you can't blame a me! Hey, annoying people is what we teenage boys live for). "Jinxie, Jinxie, Jinxie!" I chanted.

"Argh!" Jinx zapped me hard, but I zoomed sideways and the hex flew by.

"Oops. Guess you missed," I smirked.

She smiled sweetly at me. "Think again."

What?

I stood up and turned around extremely slowly (very unusual for me), looking for any signs of... whatever Jinx had just done, when the tap from the open kitchen fell apart and I got a full blast of water in my face. I spluttered and stumbled backwards.

She grinned. "Oh, that was fun."

I spat out a stream of water. "You're so gonna regret that."

I rushed towards Jinx and started to tickle her. Her catlike eyes widened and she started laughing uncontrollably. "Stop!" she managed before bursting into another bout of giggles.

Suddenly, my Titans communicator beeped, and I released Jinx to read it.

"Uh oh," I said. "Adonis is... robbing a bank. Are you kidding me? What is it with villains and banks? They seriously need better security." I glanced across at Jinx, who batted her lashes and looked up innocently at me.