(A/N: Rewrite. I've felt very unsatisfied with this, now that I've gotten much better with my writing, and so I've decided to redo this one. I'll drop a few characters, and probably put in some others. You'll know who when you read.)

"Fiona, I have something to tell you…"

"Yes, Cory?"

"… I'm not a man."

The very corny, yet expected outcome of the soap opera scene made the woman that was sitting and staring with quite a bored look on her face give a sigh. Her coral eyes barely stuck out from half-open eyelids, her hand propping her head up, her elbow resting on the arm of the couch. Her hair, a bright, hot pink as well, fell just past her shoulder blades, hanging loosely, almost lazily. It almost looked as though it was symbolic to the young woman's ennui.

Her pale, almost grey skin made the brightness of her other facial features stand out quite brilliantly, even with the little that was visible of her large irises. Raising a hand that softly gripped the remote for the television, a single button was pressed- the red, shiny one, to be precise, making the screen go black with a flicker. A stretch as she yawned, her slender, cat-like frame popping as her back arched at an almost inhuman curve. Standing up, she kicked her legs sharply, popping her knees, and walked over to a table that stood in between the very small kitchen and the living room of her apartment.

The tabletop was littered with papers, most of them crumpled up, many others untouched by the tip of a pencil. There was a small pile, neatly stacked, at the far side of the table nearest the wall, being her works that she considered finished. Sitting down at the table and pulling out a pencil and eraser, she turned n the radio to have something to sketch to.

"This is Jonny Spazzix, your DJ on 103.7, KUKN FM, and up next is Annie Lennox, with Pavement Cracks."

Just as she had turned on the radio, the song had come into play, the synthesizer's soft, hollow sound being a pleasant sensation for her ears.

"The city streets are wet again with rain…

But I'm walkin' just the same.

The skies turn to the usual grey

When you turn to face the day…"

Deciding the picture would be a wet, rainy day, the girl said to herself, "Alright Jenny, time to get started," as she sketched on some clouds and a few buildings.

"Oo-o-o-oh and love don't show up in the pavement cracks;

All my watercolors fade to black.

I'm goin' nowhere and I'm ten steps back.

All my dreams have fallen flat."

It suddenly came to her what exactly she wanted to draw, a flash of artistic visuals, showing Jenny just what she was going to put down on the paper. It wasn't by the end of the song that the face of a sopping wet cat was visible, and it was only two songs later, Tainted Love by Soft Cell and an edited Closer by Nine Inch Nails, that she had finished the sketch, her pencil having flown across the paper like a spider on crack.

The result was rather cartoonish, the cat having eyes far too large for anyone's head, but wide open and looking as though they were begging for someone to take it from the rain that poured onto its head while it stood in the alleyway, stretching its neck until it was ridiculously thin. A crooked grin crept to her mouth, and she reached to place it on top of the short stack of drawings, but stopped just before she dropped it; for as she had stretched her arm over the pile of paper, Jenny spied the drawing below. It was a simple portrait, the recipient being a girl, looking about seventeen or eighteen, hair that ran just along her jaw, and a look of apathy hanging about. A small gem stood embedded in the middle of her forehead, and was filled in fairly darker than the girl's skin.

Jenny cocked her head to side slightly, her smile fading out to the corners of her mouth barely being curled. Picking up the portrait and setting her more recent drawing on the pile, she reclined in the wooden chair as she whispered, "So Rae, remember our first date? I sure do…" as she closed her eyes, and began to reminisce…

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"Cyborg! You and I get Mammoth, Starfire and Beast Boy, you take Gizmo, and Raven, you can handle Jinx! You can, can't you?"

The Boy Wonder's idea of who fought who made enough sense to everyone, even Raven. "Whatever," she answered blankly.

Nodding, the one-man-army kicked open the already thrashed door to the bank that was being robbed at the moment by a rather large young man with shaggy red hair, a midget-sized youth that looked as though he was about six years old and perched in a mechanized set of legs, and a girl wearing black and blue, with a hot pink pair of devil horns for hair. As soon as Robin smashed the door off of its hinges, he made known their trademark warcry, "Titans, GO!" and they all made their leaps to their respective targets.

Raven decided to start the battle rather casually, and possibly even finish it right then and there… if only Jinx wasn't so damned fast. Using what seemed like no effort at all, desks were enveloped in black energy and hurled across the room at breakneck speeds, only to smash over the wall, having been ducked and dodged by the nimble thief. "It's so nice to see you again, ya little sunbeam," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm as she flung a hex back at the demoness, sparks the same color as her eyes flying across the room as they were sidestepped.

Meanwhile, it was as though Mammoth was trying to play mercy with both Cyborg and Robin at the same time. Having caught a fist of both warriors, he gripped them as hard as he could, but even his massive build could not hold against their combined strength. Finally, out of desperation, Mammoth wrenched on Robin's fist as hard as he could, throwing him off balance as the youth was slung into Cyborg, knocking the both of them aside. As he did, he called out to Jinx, "C'mon J, we need to get outta here, this one's a bust!"

Frowning, Jinx shouted back while keeping her eyes in Raven's direction to give her enough of an advantage to dodge the oncoming projectiles, "Aw, and I was just starting to have some fun too! You sure we can't stay a little longer and get a few more kicks outta this?"

Yelling in reply as he readied to deliver a punch to Cyborg, who was starting to recover, "Yeah, I'm sure!"

Just as he said those words, Gizmo found himself on the ground with his mechanical limbs gone, ripped from him by a gorilla the color of baby crap and lawn clippings and an alien warrior princess. Sitting on the floor in a rather vulnerable position, Gizmo pulled out one of his last resort defense mechanisms, reaching into his belt and whipping from it a small bomb. One could tell by the red light that flickered on it that it had already been set off, and now was not the time to bother oneself with trying to disarm it. Beast Boy immediately turned into his normal self as he hollered at them all, "The baby's got a bomb!" making a series of morphs that let him take cover behind a table as a cat.

Starfire merely stared at it with wide eyes, unsure at the moment of what exactly she should do. Should she run, or take it from him and throw it? If she threw it, it might hit innocents, but if she left it, it might harm her friends in the bank…

While she stood in this limbo, Robin made the decision for her, diving for her and gripping the Tameranean about the waist, yanking her a safe distance from the explosive device. Mammoth, who had been about to drive his fist into Cyborg's face, caught ear of the bomb, and instead tucked an arm under Cyborg's armpit and hauled the both of them over a pile of debris from the mess that Jinx and Raven had made.

Noting that just about everyone had been scared shitless, Gizmo wiggled on his goggles, turned on the jetpack attachment to his gadget belt, and flew off, squealing at them, "Smell ya later, suckers!" his bald head smashing through the window.

Seeing her fellow thief flee with a snicker, Jinx's eyes followed the trail of smoke he left behind, seeing the flash of red. Her eyes widened abruptly, and in a desperate attempt to make sure that she wasn't sent to prison for murder, guilty by association, she charged straight for Raven, who had a fairly confused look on her face. With a push and a leap, the both of them fell out the same window that Gizmo had broken through, and Jinx closed her eyes tightly as she waited for an explosion while she held Raven to the ground.

A sharp beep was heard.

Following it was nothing but silence. Looking from behind his shielding cape out of curiosity, his domino mask just barely poking over his arm, Robin watched the mechanism with extreme caution. Was it supposed to be a delayed explosion? Lowering it just below his chin, so as to let him still throw it over his face if need be, he stared hard at it, as if it would make it do something.

As for the two large brutes, Mammoth and Cyborg, they looked over a smashed table in a manner that was near identical to Kilroy, their noses just poking over the wood. A look was cast between the two as they waited for it to detonate.

And that it did, although it wasn't the fiery explosion that they had all expected from the apparatus. In place of the incendiary eruption, there was a burst of sound, resembling a whistle, and bright pink smoke, accompanied by multicolored confetti, was scattered about the area instead. Mammoth, along with the other Titans still inside, stared, dumbfounded that they had fallen for something like that.

But, outside the bank on the sidewalk, Jinx finally opened her eyes upon hearing the noise. Her eyes looked toward Raven's, which aimed straight up, and were wide with what looked like shock, and just under them, on her cheeks, pink decorated her face, slowly darkening. Wondering at exactly why that could have been happening, Jinx was about to push herself off of Raven when she felt something particularly tender and soft under her palms. Realizing what exactly her hands were on, Jinx's own face went so red that one would have thought she was about to have a nosebleed. An immense smile stretching across her face, one that couldn't have meant she was happy about anything, she murmured shakily, "Uhm… honk honk?" as her fingertips barely curled twice over the almost cushion-like flesh.

Raven's eyebrows furrowed so far that it looked as though it was one line of hair. Her eyes turning white, she whispered harshly to Jinx, "Jennifer Wrangler. You have two seconds to be out of sight, or I will eat you. Alive."

Ever the smart ass, however, Jinx let her mouth slap Raven in the face one more time before she made her escape with, "Oh Rae-Rae, I never knew you were like that," without letting her brain process it first.

She didn't even get the time to get up. A blink and Raven's eyes had split into two pairs of blood red orbs, her gritting teeth becoming fangs, and with a burst of the black energy, Jinx was flung across the street.

It was at this time that Mammoth had already started to make a run for it, while everyone else was still in a state of astonishment about the ludicrousness of the situation, going faster than he had ever dashed before. As he passed her, he grabbed Jinx by the fist, yanking her to her feet and letting her get to a run herself as Raven cast many other objects at high speed, along with a few blobs of the raw energy. A wave of a hex, and the objects fell and the energy dissipated, but Jinx was nearly spent. Even so, she continued to run, she ran until she felt her chest burn, at which point Mammoth stopped, noticing her fatigue. "Think we should head back to the hideout?" he asked, his own breath slightly ragged with phlegm.

"Yeah," Jinx replied, hardly able to breathe, "but I think we should walk for awhile. I'd say that we lost 'em."

Nodding, Mammoth helped her to her feet and strode with her through the alleyways, unseen until they reached home.

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Although Jinx had never truly considered that their real first date, as the two really had eventually dated, it was just a special moment to her, one she wouldn't be forgetting soon. After the relationship had been made known to the Titans, however, things had gotten a little shaky, considering she was still a thief at the time. She gave a shake of the head and sighed, the audacity Robin had to be so cautious sometimes made her want to rip her hair out. Even when she had given up her criminal life, Robin was the only Titan still reluctant to trust her; but then again, it was hard to say he totally trusted anyone, even his own friends.

But could she blame him? They all had their own instabilities: a guy who was more than half robot and he could catch both biological AND computer viruses; a shapeshifter who was an animal nut (that could use those powers in pretty violent opposition to his own ideas), and probably had a few habits that people didn't want to know about; an alien princess with an odd taste in food and a really bitchy sister; and finally, there was Raven. Whom, after the entire world found out who her father was, no one really wanted to know much anything else about her at all, so they just let her have her space in that dark little room of hers. That is, of course, until her and Jinx had gotten together, but that little fling hadn't let her get into much.

'Still,' she thought to herself as she set the portrait back down on the table, 'it was pretty damn nice while it lasted.'

Looking out the window as she flicked off the radio, interrupting Cure for the Itch by Linkin Park, and saw that it was beginning to cloud over. She had planned on taking a walk, but it seemed she would need to take a jacket, just in case anything was to fall. Pulling her thick hair back into a slightly frizzy ponytail, Jinx threw on her hooded trail jacket that she wore in the rain, the thing being all black and blue and quite faded from the mildly acidic rain that fell around the city. Keeping it low on her arms, Jinx walked down the concrete steps to the sidewalk, and twisted into the alleyways.

In spite of the fact that the place held so many negative memories, Jinx still held a strong connection to the slums and the backstreets of Jump City. Perhaps it was the fact that she was metahuman, and it was only fitting to her mindset; after all, to most that she had met, she was little more than a stray cat that had lost its way. Most…

Hmm. Raindrops. They felt exceptionally clean this time around- perhaps there was less when it came to the general air pollutants lately. Maybe Beast Boy had to do with that one; considering they were all older, they could at least vote by now, and the green squirt probably would have had something to do with the whole 'going-

A hand went to her forehead. There was no way that could be just a coincidence… shaking the odd, random thought from her mind, Jinx came to wonder just how those weirdoes were doing at the moment, anyway. She hadn't heard from them for a long time…

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To be honest, they had actually just gotten back from a vacation. Cyborg, considering that he was the tech whiz, stayed and took care of the Tower while everyone else had done their own business; besides, it gave him a chance to improve on the Tower for a few days, and that may as well have been a vacation on its own for him. In the meantime, Robin and Starfire returned from Tameran, the spot for their honeymoon; as young as they were, they had decided that marriage was something that would work.

Beast Boy, on the other side of the spectrum, went to a much different kind of exotic locale: Japan. The main difference between this trip and his last one was that instead of going to Tokyo, he went to Okinawa, as it was a lot more on the floral side. That, and considering that after the last time he had visited the city formerly known as Edo, it was one of the few places he didn't want to be. His trip was mostly out of pining for Terra, as he had attempted to date her, even after the memory loss, but ended up getting dumped on the porch like an unwanted animal. Thankfully, a trip out of the country had helped his self esteem, considering he'd been spending far too much of his time trying to master the many dancing games that his host kept to think of much else.

As for Raven, no one really knew what she did, nor did anyone look into it. She was one of the few beings who could intimidate privacy out of an organization that was normally bent on having everything written down or printed out, in a nice little folder, and all the data stored in some supercomputer that regularly updates data sent to a satellite. Something normally so orderly and demanding, and she was out of the loop. Perhaps it was a good thing that it was that way, though, because there are some things best left unseen.

However, tonight was not a night where they all stayed apart. Instead meeting in the living room to watch a movie together, they relaxed in their own particular seats of the comfort set that they had arranged in the room so long ago, Cyborg hauling in a rather large bowl of popcorn. Robin, his arm over Starfire's shoulder, clicked the DVD player on with the remote, awaiting the arrival of the visual on the huge television screen.

"Y'know, there ain't nothin' like watchin' Drill IV in hi-def," Cyborg stated proudly, a wide grin stretched across his face. Just as he said those words, a flash of what looked like an auger piercing a man's stomach flickered onto the screen, just before switching to the main menu with a piercing scream. Simultaneously, however, a shrill alarm went off about the Tower, accompanied by a flashing red light.

The very irritated eyes of everyone zeroing in on Cyborg, he felt the sweat begin to bead on his forehead. "Um… it was… just in case?" he explained feebly. Despite the lameness of his words, an emergency was an emergency. Turning off the player with a click, Robin then headed to the main computer of the Tower to locate the trouble, finding it within seconds.

A finger went to his chin as he pointed at the flashing dot on the screen. "Looks like they went after the Museum of Ancient History," he informed, "and they're already on the run. Either they were just aiming to get one big cash bringer, or they're in something deep. It doesn't matter- either way; we have to stop whoever broke in. Titans, move out!"

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Even though the alarm had sounded at the museum, Mammoth and Gizmo feared not what was to become of them, the confidence they placed in their abilities blinding them to the fact that the Titans had come back from their little escapade, and now were hot on their tails.

Mammoth, not having much room to grow up, had instead grown out on his face, shaving the sideburns and replacing them with a somewhat broad, and quite long goatee that hung off of the point of his chin in a thick braid. Gizmo, it seemed, hadn't changed at all, except that he must have reached his full height at two foot ten, and his cue ball of a globe must have gotten even shinier. Giving their prize, an enormous white piece of topaz, a toss and snatching it out of the air, Mammoth sighed from his nose and passed Gizmo a small, genial smile. "Seems we finally managed to get somethin' right, eh li'l guy?" cupping his gigantic palm over Gizmo's head and giving it a playful rub. It was about the only way you could touch the fart without either making him look like a baby, or making yourself look like a pervert, unless your own hands were under six inches.

"Ah, cut it out, butt nugget!" he said as he felt the blood rise to his face. Very soon, however, it drained right back out as he took a peek at his sensory system. His eyes doubling in size, Gizmo cried out "Oh Hell, I just picked up somethin' givin' me the same signal as the T-Car! Those damn Titans are back!"

Saying a few very colorful words under his breath, Mammoth, standing on Gizmo's left, turned them into an alleyway as he whispered, "Alright, when they're here…"

The screeching of tires and four doors slamming right behind them was heard.

"Split!" he yelled, heading down the fork to the left, Gizmo taking the one to the right.

The Titan crew had just pulled up behind the pair, Robin in the lead. "Raven, Beast Boy, you two can tackle Gizmo. Cyborg, Starfire and I'll get Mammoth. Titans, GO!"

Dashing in their respective directions, the Titans covered ground impeccably fast. Raven leapt from shadow to shadow, appearing at Gizmo's side at each and every turn as the mechanical legs pattered along the concrete, while Beast Boy, transformed into a deinonychus, followed the robotic trail blazer with astounding speed, always nipping at the dwarf's heels.

It wasn't until Gizmo had reached a dead end, a ten-foot steel mesh fence blocking his path. Just as he was going to scale it, Raven burst from the ground in front of him, the darkness carrying her farther and farther upward until she would have towered over most any of Beast Boy's forms. Her eyes an apathetic white, she held her arms at her shoulder's height as though they were wings, her fingers in the positions of feathers, and a shadowy bird stood behind her in mimicry of her position, the wings spreading the darkness in licks that began to surround the area.

Beast Boy had caught up and stood behind him, now in the form of a polar bear, noticeable only by size and build, on his hind legs and staring blankly at Gizmo. The strokes of shadow faded just before they reached the small youth, and at that, Raven gave a blink, her eyes returning to their normal indigo for a moment as she inquired, "Where is it? What you stole?"

Looking back and forth between the two for a few seconds, Gizmo finally gave in, their methods of intimidation having proven effective. Screwing up his face, delaying it for as long as possible in that sort of moment, the midget finally yelled, "Mammoth's got it!"

Even though it wasn't the loudest thing that was ever said, Mammoth still managed to catch wind of his partner's confession. Grumbling slightly to himself, Mammoth picked up speed, aware of his own pursuers. Cyborg, who was right behind him, was ready to aim a sonic beam at the huge metahuman's thigh, but ended up being cut off by a series of trash cans that were flung in his direction. One of them took the blast, being disintegrated, another was collapsed with a metallic fist, but the third one got him, wiping him out and making him eat dirt as he slid into the corner of the alley. Using what precious little time he had bought, Mammoth slipped out of their reach, Robin now biting at his heels.

There was no way that he would be able to lose this one just by outrunning him- he would have to either fight him outright, which would nearly be suicide, or he would have to find a way to cut him off. Bolting out of the alleys, Mammoth headed straight for the nearest building, and made the sharp turn it required to get inside. Robin, who followed so closely that he was almost in arm's reach, ran just a few steps farther out, and then leaped forward, not realizing that his face was going to meet glass.

Mammoth had shut the door on him, making it the perfect way to at least slow him down. A deep, rumbling laugh was let loose as he saw Richard Grayson crumple to a heap, only half conscious and seeing stars. The laughter stopped immediately as soon as Starfire zoomed into view, however, a look that read plainly, 'How dare you?' written over her face. His run started again, this one heading for the elevator that was located in the middle of the room, Starfire knocking the door free of its hinges as she pursued Mammoth.

Reaching the doors, Mammoth rapidly pressed the up button on the panel; they opened almost immediately. Thank God. Sidling in, Mammoth pressed for it to take him to one of the uppermost floors, but watched in horror as the Tameranean flew towards the closing doors. Muttering to himself as fast as he could, "Ohshitohshitohshi-" he held out his hands to block the orange, hurtling form, but it didn't matter. As soon as she made contact, Starfire toppled the giant and the two of them fell in a pile on the floor of the elevator as the doors closed with an irritating ding.

Standing up with his brows furrowed in aggravation, Mammoth pushed Starfire from his chest and brushed himself off as he waited silently to reach his destination. Starfire recovered from the shove gracefully, hovering right next to him. "That was quite rude, Mister Mammoth," she said quietly.

"Yeah, so is this, but I've never really cared, considering my lifestyle," Mammoth said in retort, hocking up a huge loogie and spitting the wad of phlegm on the floor of the lift.

Gasping in disgust at first, Starfire then upturned her nose at the low act. However, standing with a silent criminal was indeed quite boring, and they still hadn't learned what it was exactly that they were after. She then decided that it would be good to at least make an attempt to pry from him knowledge of what he had stolen.

Looking back at Mammoth with a curious eye, she asked him, "Mister Mammoth, may I ask what it is that you and the short one have taken without permission?"

Hearing her soft voice, Mammoth turned and thought to himself, 'Well, just telling wouldn't really hurt…' and answering in a growl, "We got a topaz, 'bout as white as a pearl and big around as your eyeball, from that museum back there. On the card that was in the case it said somethin' about belongin' to Ramses II and that it was the key to his long life, or some bullcrap story like that. All we know is that it's worth a helluva lotta money, and-"

Being cut off by that same particularly annoying ding sound making itself known again, the doors opened, and Mammoth sprinted as fast as he could, having caught his breath from their lengthy ride up. "See ya!" he yelled out behind him, heading to the stairs.

Starfire stood for a moment, her brain having blanked out for a second as the brief series of events made the gears in her head begin to creak. Then as her mind clicked back into motion, she gave a loud "Oh!" of surprise as she fired from the elevator after Mammoth.

Having reached the stairs, Mammoth planned on heading back down, preferably in a slide to help save time, and then make his way out the back door. But it seemed Starfire either was able to read minds, or had some trouble aiming her starbolts, as she fired one at him but missed, hitting the rail, and making it red-hot. The very thought of how painful it would be to have a sear mark across his buttocks of that degree made him cringe; he had to head upstairs if there was any hope of getting away at all. Scrambling upward, he only had to go up about three flights before reaching the door that opened to the rooftop.

Running as fast as he could until he reached the edge, Mammoth looked over, and spied a dumpster that held enough cardboard and old sofa cushions to soften his fall. But as if it was to ruin the moment of happiness that he held, Mammoth also caught sight of Cyborg looking around in the area. Dammit!

Turning around, Mammoth's eyes found Starfire about ten yards away, standing in the middle of the building. Her fists emanating green energy, she called out to him, "Surrender the artifact, Mister Mammoth, and no harm will have to befall you!"

A smirk crossed his face, showing that he still had some confidence left in himself, at least. "Surrender? Like this?" he asked sarcastically as he turned on his heel and chucked the white jewel as far as his arm would let him; the stone cleared several blocks. "Bye now!" he added, waving as he jumped from the edge, knifing through the air.

Starfire screamed, "No!" as the alien girl shot in his direction, stopping at the edge and sticking her head over to see just how far he had fallen. By the time she reached his point of parting, it was too late; he was too far down for her to catch. Standing straight, she closed her eyes and gave a small prayer in her home language for him to survive.

And survive he did; for just as he aimed to do, he fell into the soft pad of junk that was contained in the dumpster, taking no harm at all and having the lid fall just above his head.

Cyborg, who was enough of a distance away to have assumed that merely a large man had made an attempt at suicide, dashed for the trash bin, lifting the lid with reluctance, hoping to God that he wouldn't see a mangled, mutilated smear of blood instead of-

Mammoth. His face straightening as he saw the redhead poke his head from the container, Cyborg smashed it back down on that furry thing, leaving a dent in the steel lid. He was quite sure that Mammoth wasn't going to get up.

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Jinx had seen many odd things fall from the sky: dead birds, people, once even a half eaten box of chocolates. But among the last of things she had ever expected to drop from that immense gray thing, let alone land on her head, was a beautiful piece of jewelry. The white gem was set in what looked like gold and platinum, and it had a small ring of platinum at the top, looking as though it was a pendant to a choker or necklace. Considering it a well deserved blessing, Jennifer decided to not take any more chances and wait for the chain to fall on her skull, and instead headed directly home, calling herself quite the lucky girl.

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The Titans gathered back at the car, where the would-be thieves were held. Having incapacitated them, Robin and the others discussed exactly what was to become of their search for the jewel, after Starfire procured the information. "Well, about all that I can think of doing is to search for it by hand. If we can't find it tonight, we can gather a search party with the police and help locate the thing," the head honcho said. "Alright, let's move out."

They all parted ways, heading off in different directions to areas that they considered suspicious. Beast Boy even turned into a bloodhound, sniffing about the place, as though it would give him any hint of where the artifact was.

Raven, however, had an idea. Jinx was not too far away, and, even though she had recently cleaned up her act, she still had quite the history. On this little inkling of an idea, she assumed, it would not be unwise to at least check out and see if she had decided to keep herself so. Floating amidst the skyscrapers, the demoness made her way to the former thief's home.

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Stepping up to her apartment door, Jinx quickly unlocked it and stepped inside, as the rain that had started as a drizzle soon became a downpour. Taking off her wet jacket and hanging it by the door, on which she turned the deadbolt behind her, Jinx decided it was time for bed, and headed to her room as she turned off all the lights behind her.

In her room, it was kind of small, but still looked as though it was comfortable. There was a lamp desk with the few books she could save after leaving the Hive sitting neatly underneath it, and a small, yet bright lamp was perched on top. A small, yet overly adorned bed sat in the middle, a chest of drawers built into the frame.

Opening one of the drawers, Jinx pulled out a small box that looked like it was made to hold expensive things. Inside were various pieces of gold and silver, and occasionally some jewelry. But the main thing that she was looking for here was her choker, a royal violet silk band that tied around her neck and had a piece of amethyst hanging from it. Finding the band, she wrapped it around the middle of her throat and carefully detached the stone, making sure not to damage the ring that held it. Reaching into her pocket and pulling from it the topaz, she gave it a nice long stare of admiration, smiling to herself as she thought just how rich this would make her look. Using even more care than she did on the amethyst, Jinx connected the large gemstone to her choker; it made it almost uncomfortably heavy, but it wasn't so bad that she couldn't get used to it.

Giving herself a pose or two in a hand mirror that was kept in the same drawer as the jewelry box, Jennifer decided that she looked fantastic with the thing on. However, just as she reached up to take it from her neck, an odd feeling came to her, a kind of reluctance, and at that she decided it best to leave her choker on as she slept. Taking off her clothes, excepting her panties, the young pink haired woman found a tank top, slipped it on, and fell into bed after shutting off her light, snuggling herself under the covers.

Little did she know that, hovering right outside her window like a shadowy blanket of starless night, Raven watched her intently as the sorceress fell to sleep. Having seen all that she needed to see, the demon-woman soared from the apartment, and whisked herself away to the group. But not without a broken streetlight or two.

((By the way, just because a song may pop in once in awhile, this is not a songfic. Way too long. *wink*))