Red and Pink
Authors note: This is my first Flinx fanfiction so far. I just got this idea so I'm going with it. I don't own Teen Titans. It'll be set in no one's point of view, well mine actually.
Kid Flash. There was something about the red-headed speedster that made the pink-haired villainess feel all tingly inside.
Jinx was sitting alone in her bedroom at the Hive five. It'd been a week since the Madam Rouge incident. Jinx and Kid Flash had seen each other once since then at a mall she was robbing, he got the merchandise away and got out of there before they could talk, but he did leave a single red rose with an address on it. She ran the address and discovered it was a park, she wasn't sure if she should go or not. Even though she had only seen him once, she knew he saw her so many more times than that, she'd be walking down the street and she'd turn behind her to see a rose in a vase, just like all the others each containing a note with some sort of fact about him.
It was five in the morning. It was way too early for any of the boys of the Hive five to be awake. She was leaving today. The last note had an address to the local boys and girls club just a short walk away, it told her to meet him there at 5:30 in the morning. She didn't mind that, she was usually up anyways repairing damage that someone had caused (usually her because of her temper) the previous day or making breakfast before the room was full of testosterone. She had just finished packing and she wrote a note to the boys telling them to just keep going without her. She was done with the Hive.
Kid flash was sitting outside of the local boys and girls club. It was 5:28 in the morning; he had left a note for Jinx asking her to meet him in two minutes. He really hoped she would come. He looked to his left and saw no one walking down the street. But he was pleasantly surprised when he looked to his right and saw a young, pink haired girl walking towards him with a few bags. She was beautiful. Pink hair left down so it was long and wavy. Her pink, cat eyes were outlined with black mascara and a little eyeliner. Her face was clear of any and all imperfections. She was pale but he really didn't care. Her body adorned a simple pair of jeans, dark washed, ripped, and skinny and a light gray hoodie with a dark purple camisole underneath it. She had a pair of sneakers on her petite feet. Just looking at her was like staring at an angel.
When she got closer, he noticed that she was smiling at him. "Hi there, darling. I was worried you wouldn't show." He called out.
"I like to keep you guessing, you know that." This was true; she loved playing with his mind. It was a sport to her.
"It never gets old, Jinx." He hugged her hello as he said this. "I'm glad you came, are you planning on going somewhere after?" he gestured to the bags she had with her.
"I'm leaving the Hive. Please, don't call me Jinx anymore, my name is Nicole. Nicole Elizabeth Diaz. I was hoping I could stay with you for a few days until I figure out where I'm going."
"You can stay as long as you want. Also, my name is Wallace West. Call me Wally though."
He led her down the streets, hand in hand to his apartment on the other side of town. Life was about to begin a new chapter for them.