Her touch is cold, like she is.
Frosty, is how they described her, inside and out. Doesn't listen, doesn't reason. He had grasped her picture then, a shot taken from a surveillance camera. Her eyes were wide and wild, with sparks of light from the tips of her fingers illuminating her half crazed grin.
To him, she didn't look so cold. Just less…warm. She was a cartoon brought to life, all bright colors and bad attitude, so unexpected and plain unreal.
Then again, he really wasn't one to talk.
She likes to play games, they had said. Finds it funny to mess with your mind.
Of course he only really found that out later, after perilously falling into her ploys and traps time and time again. They circled one another, circled the globe, as they ran to and fro in complicated patterns. Away for a while, and then back again, always trying to foresee the other's next move, as if they were opponents on a chessboard. He learned quickly and harshly that she was not to be just another easy conquest.
But they are past that for now, and he can feel her hands against his own, soft and small and delicate, with the long, spidery fingers that have tried to strangle him on three separate occasions.
Frosty. He looks into her eyes, and knows that for at least one moment, he has melted her.
This is Kid Flash talking about Jinx, or at least that's how I see it. Just a quick oneshot to help me get back into characterization and the like.
Gosh, I really missed writing these two.
