It was much like leaving a baby on the steps of an orphanage. Couldn't take care of the child, had to leave them to someone who could, and hoped for the best of the child.
The main differences were that it was at a mental hospital, and the 'child' was someone most likely at least a decade older than them.
"Trashripping, streetlicking Titans…" Mumbled Gizmo, in futile protest. He crossed his arms as he sat on the bare concrete floor. Mammoth was doing heavy lifting of all their belongings onto multiple (stolen) trucks. See-More helped out with him. Jinx paced back and forth in what was becoming less and less of a living room, and would soon resemble something closer to an abandoned series of tunnels.
"They leave a cursed pie here, instead of actually fighting us?" Jinx said, notably frustrated. "I thought something as underhanded as that was against some moral code or something."
"Not to mention made Private Hive lose his mind for good," See-More added, finding another box to carry out.
"Don't remind me." Jinx snorted. "Our team is down a member…"
"AND our base is compromised…" Gizmo cut in, fuming.
"…Right." Jinx put her hands on her hips, and stared at a vacant wall, where a big-screen TV used to be.
They all had to move, those were the facts. The Titans knew where their hideout was, they couldn't afford to stick around. Gizmo scoped out a new place suitable to call home, and the sooner they got everything moved in, the better.
As for actual supervillain work…that was on hold, for now. No thefts, no widespread destruction, no fighting the Titans. Not till they had a place to call home other than a jail cell.
And not until their group's numbers had been replenished.
"What're we gonna do now, Jinx?" See-More asked. Everyone had asked her that question lately, and if she was actually honest with her answers, she would have said she didn't really know. She was angry as all hell, and more than anything she wanted to find some other cursed piece of crap and stick the Titans with it. Preferably Beast Boy. Idiot would probably try to even eat it, she thought.
Angry though she was, she was also smart. She had to restrain herself, and kept that in mind.
So she replied to See-More with the following:
"One thing at a time. First, new base. Then we go from there."
Which meant: Get back to work, we don't even have a place to sleep right now.
See-More nodded, and carried a bag of kitchen utensils, next to Mammoth, who was hefting a couch out.
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It took a week, but at Jinx's demands, the new home was set up. The essentials, anyway. Separate bedrooms, a place to eat, and a half-decent computer setup to work with. Gizmo was constantly anxious without a full-scale lab to work with. He tried to keep himself busy with his backpack computer, modifying his Spider Leg movement programming. Mammoth slept often. See-More would hit the streets, looking for things to make home feel more like…home.
Jinx spent a lot of time in the seat in front of a large computer screen, rapping out commands and records in rapid succession. She was putting together a series of profiles.
The step after getting a new home was strengthening the team again, after all.
"Who, who…who's reliable…and who would not drive me insane on the job…" She dug down into her lip with her front teeth, scrolling down the screen. Pictures and bios taken from Hive Academy.
She looked on with general disinterest, not caring for at least 90 percent of the potential candidates. A few here stood out, and she marked them down in her memory for later.
The scrolling hit a sudden stop as her index finger ceased to keep rolling down. She tapped it twice against the desk, and gave a faint, private smile.
"Maybe." She said to herself.