Those Darn Dogooders

2

Jinx

…..Wake up, Jinx.

Shut up, I tell myself. Can't a girl get some beauty rest?

…Oh. I remember now. I'm not asleep because I want to be, I'm unconscious because the Hive Five beat me up.

And now I've probably got a—Wait. THE HIVE FIVE BEAT ME UP! I let the HIVE FIVE beat me up? What's wrong with me? WHAT THE-?

Now I really have to wake up. C'mon, Jinx…Push through the darkness.

"Ehh?" I groan. My eyes feel weird, so after rubbing them so much that I probably burned off my eyelids, I look up and see-Kid Flash.

"AH!" Well, that was graceful. I just rolled off the red couch I was apparently lying down on, because the very first thing I see after a very disheartening fight is Kid-Freaking-Flash.

"Don't do that!" I glare at him as he holds out his hand to help me back up onto the couch. He's sitting on a coffee table that's about a yard away from me, and he looks like he wants to laugh, but he's biting it back, because he was probably the one who found me and got me outta that alley. He probably doesn't want to add any insult to injury. That's nice of him.

"Sorry," he said. He's still fighting back his laughter. "But that was….graceful." Just as I make a move to kick him, (which is pretty pointless, he would've dodged it anyway), there's a sharp pain in my knee and I groan and clutch it.

"Are you okay?" Kid Flash asks me. He looks concerned now, and he put his hand on my shoulder, as if he was worried that I was going to start shaking or something. He has very warm hands. It's actually pretty nice, just the two of—ok, Jinx, he asked you a question, now say something!

"My knee just hurts a little. And where am I? Why areyou here?" I say it as mean as I can, because he's a hero, and I'm a villain, and we're not supposed to get along. It's bad luck –and actually, 'bad luck' doesn't even begin to cover it. It's like putting the SuperDuperHulaHooper and President Bush in the same room and trying to get them to make small talk. It doesn't work. Or at least, it shouldn't.

"I found you in some alley, getting up by the Hive Five. Then I took you here, to Star City. This is my place," he says, smiling as he looks around. "It's not quite as cool as your HQ, but it's comfortable enough." He smiles directly at me, then speeds to what I can only assume is the kitchen, then zips back with a glass of water, in less than a second. "Here."

I take one look at the cup, and then Kid Flash's hand just jerks, and the water spills everywhere. The fact that I just made a mess of his carpet makes me forget about my knee hurting.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I apologize. See? I told you, Kid Flash. Even if it's just small things like knocking water out of someone's hands by accident, I'm still bad luck. "I didn't mean for-"

"That's ok," he says, and, still smiling, he just starts to spin his hand around really fast around the wet stains on his carpet, and then it's dry. Even I'll admit, that was pretty cool. "Want me to get you some more?"

"No, I'm alright. Thanks, though." I can't look up at him.

"Ok, then," he says, and then I can tell that he, too, is looking away.

There's a moment of awkward silence, but only a moment, because from what I can tell, Kid Flash gets bored really easily.

"Uh, Jinx?" I look up, and now he looks kinda confused, but happy confused. Like, he's still smiling, but it's a confused smile. It's kind of hard to describe, but then I guess I would have to kind of expect that from him. Kid Flash doesn't look right if he's not smiling. Like, it's almost as if it's unhealthy for him to not be smiling. "What happened? I mean…you got beat up by the Hive Five. Sorry, but, by most standards, that's pretty pathetic."