"I don't belong here."
He whirled quickly towards the sound of her voice.
"Of course you do!"
She shook her head.
"No, Flash."
She had always called him that. It didn't matter that he was Kid Flash, or that there was a scarlet speedster who bore the former name by right. Wally was her Flash, and Kid Flash was too much of a mouthful, and that was all that mattered.
He seized he hands fervently.
"You're not the person you once were! You're one of the good guys now!"
Again, she shook her head.
"It's not that."
His brow creased.
"What do you mean?"
She turned to face the city skyline.
"I feel caged here. There's not enough room."
She needed room to be destructive without fear of damaging someone's precious property.
"We can take a trip! Where would you like to go? Italy? France? Spain? Mexico? We can even go to Russia if you wa-"
A third time, she shook her head.
"No, Flash."
It wasn't just the city.
The boy looked bewildered.
"Then… what?"
She turned again, this time to face him directly.
"I feel cooped up here. I'm always afraid of breaking something, and there are so many people in this area that I feel useless. I need to be stationed somewhere else. Somewhere I have more room to work, were I can do a lot of good on my own. But not here."
His expression changed to one of resolution, determination, obligation—and love.
"I'll come with you."
A fourth time, she shook her head.
"You need to be surrounded by people. That's not what I need."
He stood firm.
"I don't care! As long as I'm with you, I'll have all the company I need."
A final time, she shook her head.
"You need to stay here. I need to go."
His resolve began to crumble.
"I love you."
Jinx smiled—a small, sad smile—and said the words that had been so long coming, because they had been so hard for her to say.
"I love you too."