"We shouldn't do this."

Ugh. She hated it when he did that. Whenever she was trying to have a little fun he would always start complaining.
Part of her wonders if he actually worries or just doesn't want her to enjoy herself.

"I don't care." she replied hastily before leaping to the next rooftop. It was pure coincidence she found out about where her favorite police officers were going to be today, and she wasn't gonna miss this perfect opportunity to ruin their day.

She was headed for the outskirts of the richer district of Piltover, near the old train station. That was a relatively quiet area, and her "friends" would have to wait quite a bit for reeinforcements. In other words, it was perfect! She knew that, and thus actually cared to make a plan this time;

First comes a glitterbomb she made specifically for this occasion, to make this a lasting experience.
Then she is going to insult Fathands.
After that, she will shoot rockets at them.
And then she will comment on Hatlady's glittery look.

But what should she say? Maybe You look fabulous today, Hatlady! or I glitterally can't ev-

"You might injure them this time."

She stopped, completly pulled out of her thoughts, wondering who has said that. But the always-passimistic tone of that statement quickly made her realize it could only be Fishbones, who was strapped to her back. She grabs his iron jaw and pulls, bringing his head close to hers.

"I'm gettin' really tired of your complaints, scrap-head! So shut up, or I will make a toaster out of you." she says while glaring at him.

Silence.

Stupid rocket-launcher she mutters, resuming her parkour towards her destination, which was a small bakery owned by an even smaller yordle. It was broken into yesterday, and because the yordle is an old friend of Hatlady (and maker of the cupcakes for her stupid traps), she was going to investigate herself. She knew that because she gets most of her food she needs from that place herself, not only because their sweets are delicious, but also to infuriate the sheriff if she should ever find out. She was lucky to be able to eavesdrop on the yordles call to the police department while getting some doughnuts.

Of course she always disguised herself before buying stuff there, as her real face was plastered across the city in the form of wanted-posters. No, the people working at the bakery knew her as Emma. Emma from the Freljord, which was a good cover-up to walk around in cloaks and otherwise thick clothing, which did a great job at hiding her bright blue hair and various tattoos.

But today she wasn't hiding. One could almost say she took a certain pride in performing her various crimes in her signature clothing, but Jinx didn't care about pride. What she cares about is fun, and the most fun is wearing bright blue and pink aswell as her many guns and bombs and yet, despite being painfully easy to spot, escaping from the police every. single. time.

With one last leap the rather thin girl made it to her previously picked vantage point; A brick rooftop with a small fence to hide behind and a clear view of the bakery which was only a few metres away. She took cover right behind the solid fence, waiting for her "friends" to arrive.

Jinx didn't have to wait long; the Sheriffs punctuality made timing her crimes very easy. They were arriving in a standard-issue Police cruiser, which was a medium-sized, prominently white vehicle with space for up to five people. Like many things in this city it was powered by Hex-Tech, a technology that utilizes natural magic for mostly mechanical purposes. This, and the many residing scientists and inventors, gave Piltover the title "City of Progress".

Since most of her own gear was powered by Hex-Tech she regularly tinkered around with it. She loved it. Tinkering was like Jinx's favorite thing ever, next to annoying the Piltover Duo.

Said police-officers were now exiting their vehicle. The first being the Sheriff of Piltover, Caitlyn. She was super uptight, had long, raven hair and a huuuge hat. It was seriously ginormous! Jinx called her "Hatlady" for obvious reasons. She was not carrying her sniper-rifle for once, and was headed straight for the owner of the bakery who was already waiting for them in front of the shop.

The second person to leave the vehicle was the Sheriff's deputy Vi. She had bright pink hair which was the only thing shorter than her temper. Jinx loved to taunt her with the nickname of "Fathands", as Vi's preferred weapon were two big Hex-Tech gaunlets that acted like huge metal fists.

But for some reason she wasn't wearing them either as she sat down on the hood of the cruiser watching Hatlady, which was an unusual sight for Jinx. They really don't expect anything bad to happen while doing this simple investigation.

Well, their bad luck! she thought, unhooking the rather heavy glitterbomb from her belt before standing up and preparing to throw it towards Piltover's Finest. She deactivated the safety on the explosive, thus allowing it to detonate upon impact.

"Wait! Hide."

The familiar voice coming from around her hip quickly made her take cover again just as she was about to hurl the glitterbomb off the roof.
It was Pow-Pow, her minigun, who spoke. She rarely gave Jinx orders (or spoke in general, really) so she immediately did as she was told.

Unlike Fishbones, Pow-Pow didn't object to a little mayhem. So she was left wondering as to why she shouldn't throw the bomb.
Was the plan stupid?

Nah. She planned the whole thing with Pow-Pow and Zap (the latter being at home due to having cold), so that couldn't be it. Maybe she spotted something more fun than making the Piltover Losers look even more sparkly than the princess of Damacia. Hm.. Yes, that must be it!

She slowly poke her head out of the cover, obvserving the two police officers carefully.

So far nothing exceptionally unusual. The Sheriff was taking notes while talking to the yordle owner, and Vi sat on the hood of the cruiser looking at Hatlady. "What did you see, Pow-Pow?" she finally asked, putting one hand gently on the ammunition-housing of said minigun. She could feel the partly chipped-off pink paint under her touch. Pow-Pow really needed some proper maintenance.

"Vi. Look at her." came as response, the tone of which sounded almost... amused?

And then she saw it. Pow-Pow really had an eye for these details. Fathands wasn't just looking, she was staring at Hatlady. From Jinx's angle (which wasn't great) it almost looked a bit.. dreamy.

Jinx had never seen that expression on Fathands before. If it ment what she thought it did, then tons of fun was lying ahead.

She defused her glitterbomb and searched for a way to get closer.

Hey there.

Welcome to my first fanfiction (or longer english text in general) ever!
This thing will hopefully continue on for a few more words, and I seriously hope you'll enjoy it.

Since i'm still learning don't hesitate to point out any gramatical disasters or cringy parts.