Title: Interlude 1: Return to Sender. Address Unknown.
Disclaimer: Don't own the Teen Titans. Wish I did, but I don't. Too bad, I guess. I own this work of fiction though. No stealing.
Rating: K. Even that's a bit much. This is short, sweet and funny.
Notes: The Interlude series is kind of like displaced side stories. I kept coming up with these stupid little questions, which I couldn't find answers to in the Teen Titans universe, because in a lot of aspects it lacks simple logic. For this story, you need to forget that the different Teen Groups live in giant, conspicuous buildings shaped like letters. 'Cuz seriously, the Hive Five's hideout should not be hard to find, and it's not like it's hard for the Titans to beat them. P
Interlude 1 takes place shortly after "I Don't Care."
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Shortly after Jinx had come to terms with how she felt about being a hero, and more importantly, how she felt about Kid Flash, she had moved in to his apartment. It had surprised her how nice it was. It wasn't overly fancy, but it was a hell of a lot better than the apartment she had been renting.
It seemed that fighting crime did pay, at least better than robbing pawn shops did.
"So…" Jinx began hesitantly, her arms crossed, resting on the top of the couch, watching Kid Flash as he busied himself in the kitchen. It had quickly become obvious that Kid Flash needed to eat a hell of a lot of food to power his speed, so how was he able to afford it all? That's what Jinx wanted to know.
"How do heroes make money?" She asked.
Kid Flash stopped what he was doing and looked up at her curiously.
"I mean, you don't steal stuff, so where does your money come from?"
"The Government," he said simply, before going back to his food.
Jinx gaped. "What do you mean the Government? They just give you money?"
"Well, yeah," Kid Flash shrugged, "We're providing a public service."
"So, now that I'm a hero, I can get this government money too?"
"I'm not sure, since you were a known villain after all. There are a lot of forms you have to fill out as well, which decide how much money you get," Kid Flash shrugged, before taking a bite of the sandwich he'd made for himself. He paused then, mouth full of food, "Oh, plus, once you have an account set up with them, your fans can send you gifts."
Jinx's eyes bulged out and she leaned over the edge of the couch. "Fans? Gifts? Why didn't I hear about this before? Villains are cool! I'm cool! Why haven't I gotten any gifts?"
"Probably because you'd be really easy to catch if you had a known mailing address," Kid Flash offered, chuckling.
"Oh," Jinx blushed a deep pink color, "Right…"