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This is a Jinx/Kid Flash fanfic. In truth this is one of my favorite couple of all times. I guess I kind of base my life with this couple too but of course I'm waiting for my own Kid Flash to come and rescue me :)

This takes place during the Victorian Era of England. In truth, it may be a disappointment for some of the readers or not, but I based this fanfic on the anime-style Victorian Era. If many people do realize the clothing style and etc is different compared to the real Victorian and anime-Victorian. It's easier for me to visualize and relate (since I am an avid reader for Victorian era stuff from anime/manga).

The first chapter may seem OCC but TRUST me there is a reason. Please read and you'll understand.

Enjoy reading! Reviews are always welcome!

Time: 2 AM

Setting: The Hearthworth Estate

Season: Late Autumn. Cold enough to be the start of winter

Additional Info: Very powerful full moon

Her catlike eyes roamed around as she looked over at all directions to keep in cheek she was safe. Jumping at the slightest touch of sound, she quickly began to swift through the halls of the dark building. She took a faster pace as her body was illuminated by the moonlight from the windows. Back against the wall, she positioned herself to say alert until she felt a gentle breeze pass by her. No, it can't be, she thought. Taking the chance she popped her head out to find herself in shock. At the far corner was Wally West.

Standing in front of the door where Jinx's next mission lay, West stood still, hands in his pocket as if he were waiting for her. He took away his sight from the floor to look through the window besides him. The great contrast from the light of the full moon made time stood still, Jinx staring at his profile, the concentration of his ice blue eyes…

Wally West, age 17, was a genius young detective who solved all of England's most notorious cases in a flash, hence his nickname "Kid Flash". Starting his young career at the age of 14, he solved the most difficult murder cases and served scandals in justice. Still attending college as a prodigy in the chemistry department he has become an honor by Queen Victoria. Of course he's popular with the ladies (not that he's complaining). But other than all of that, he is known for having a presence of a breeze. Wherever he is, criminals and villains will know he's close by by that mysterious breeze he carries with. Some say it's because he's so inspirational or perhaps because he possesses the spirit of Mercury.

It took a great deal of time to finally come back to reality. Jinx shook her head in disbelief she gazed deeply to West and decided to twitch at his sight and gag at the thought. There've been many times when West tried to flirt with her before sending her off to prison, but that's the reason why she's never been at jail; she sneaked away while he was fantasizing in his dream world.

She remembers their first encounter. Jinx was 13 and West was at the beginning of his career. At that time she was known as a clever thief prodigy. She was very quiet back then, taking everything silently. She remembers that first breeze as she was gathering all the pastry from the bakery. Convinced it was a scary detective, she turned to be welcomed by a kid. This kid looked like an idiot, mind you, with his oversized detective clothes and a hat too big for his head to fit. Holding a pipe in his hand he took a taste but coughed for 4 minutes straight until he was able to restrain.

"Ugh," she thought. "How long is this dork going to make me stay for this crap show?"

Taking his head more back of his head, his face was full of smug and pride. Jinx wasn't impressed.

"So you're the famous Jinx," he stated. His hat fell back to the floor. West took a few minutes trying to put his hat back on place. Jinx rolled her eyes.

"You have quite the reputation, Ms. Jinx. And I must say you're quiet beautiful too," he winked.

For a second, Jinx fell right into his "game" as she thought it was. Her heart was racing in an incredible speed, her blood was rushing to her face, her eyes wide open in surprise. No one has ever called her beautiful before… Ever.

"It's a trick, Jinx," her conscience told her. "Don't give in."

As much as Jinx tried, she wanted to believe it. Her, being an avid fairytale fan had visions of her prince coming to save her on top of a white unicorn and take her to their happily ever after. Perhaps was this boy a prince to come for her? No, it was impossible. First of all, he was stupid. Second of all she never felt beautiful in her life. Her abnormal pink hair and gray skin caused by witchcraft made her into a monster who no one can love. She dressed in black rags that made her look like the poorest boy alive. Her prince will never lie to her. Third he didn't have a white unicorn.

She stopped and pondered why he was fumbling through his pocket. She went on full alert as his hand began to reach out. A gun? Poison Dart? Different weapon suggestions scattered through her mind. Her eyes calmed as she saw hints of petals of a petal.

A red rose.

It was a bit crumbled but nevertheless it was one of the most beautiful roses she's ever seen, as corny as it sounds.

"I'll let you escape this time," West began to approach her. "It's quite obvious I'm going to work with you for a very long time. As our first encounter I wanted to give you this."

Jinx was paralyzed. West was less than one feet away. Why wasn't she running away? She realized how hypnotized she was by his ice blue eyes. So sharp, so distinct it left her frozen to the spell of his sight. Her heartbeat was beating in a rate her chest hurt and she as if she were going to explode at any given second.

She didn't even jump when he softly whispered in her ear, "When I catch you, I promise I'll make you mine."

West pecked a kiss on her cheek and forced her hand to open to accept the rose. Before she knew, he was gone. Released from his spell she gathered the last of the pastry and ran out, her heart ready to explode.

But that was the past. Although she never went to prison, she felt as though he LET her escape. How could he not catch her but catch the most dangerous criminals of all of Europe whom are beyond her league?

She decided to sly away but remembered she needed the gem inside the room West was standing in front of. "Damn," she cursed under her breath. "Luck is never on my side, is it?"

"Jinx, I know you're there,"

Her eyes widen.

Taking her last deep breaths, she stood in the hall in front of him with a stolid face. She wasn't going to give in this time.

Without waiting for her to say a word, Wally continued, "Jinx, I have my sources as to why you're here. Don't worry I'm not here to capture you. Instead I…. I have a request to make."

Expression not changing, she was surprised inside. "A request? What's this going to be? A proposal?"

Taking a deep sigh, "Jinx, for three years I tried to slow down the whole police force to capture you. They're going to capture you in a few hours and execute you because of your jobs as a thief AND an assassin. I don't want that; especially to you." He reached down his side pocket of his detective coat and gave her a bunch of papers. "Identification papers; you'll need these to go to France."

Her eyes fixed on the papers but face expression did not change an inch. He gave in his disappointment.

As the years went by for the two of them, Jinx became more heartless in each of their meetings. At first Jinx did it so she didn't show West how happy she was to see him, but as time went on, she knew she had to be apart from West. How can a villain and a national hero be together? She already acknowledged both of them were living in a fantasy land if they thought they could be with each other. Jinx knew better for she had to get back into reality. Thus if she acted as though she didn't care about him, he too, will realize reality and they would slowly walk apart.

"Dress as the blonde from March 3rd. You know, the one where you the sky blue dress with those blue eyes at the Huchingson Ball? That's your identity for your papers… It was always my favorite disguise too…"

He expected her to argue against what he said but he became crestfallen as she just stood with a heartless face. He tried to smile but it only turned out awkward as he was faced with the reality of her cold aura. Why wasn't she replying? Why is her face expression not changing? Please, Jinx, let this be a joke.

"I'll come for you!" He was desperate. Desperate to see her face soften and look at him with the real person of whom she really was. But he already knew she was playing with him. In frustration he reached for her arms and gripped them tightly. She didn't give in to twitch; only a blink she gave.

Silent as ever he raised his voice. "Jinx, I love you. In God's name if I didn't, why would I help you all this time, help you escape, and hold the police for three straight long years? You think it's an easy job? I busted my ass to get a high position for this so you can live. So you can breathe. So I can see you alive!"

Jinx could indicate he was becoming vulnerable. This wasn't the first time he saw him this way but it impacted to the deepest.

"Please, for once…" he put his head down. "Please show me your real self… Just this once…."

Jinx's heart fluttered as he slowly was going to dive for a kiss. Her face didn't change from her current expression but she closed her eyes. For once she realized how much she longed for his kiss. The softness of his thin lips, the taste of overflown cherry and the warmth of his embrace. NO! she thought, You can't lose right now Jinx, not now! As she stood there, she wondered what took West so long. Slightly opening her eyes, she saw him frozen, their lips less than an inch away.

He let her go, without the kiss. To her she was devastated. To him she didn't change the same emotionless expression of her false self. He faced away from her.

"Go," he said.

Jinx ran away by command. For once in a long time, she shed a single tear of deep regret.