Disclaimer: Teen Titans belongs to Glen Murakami. I disclaim them!

Pairings: If any pairings show up, they're probably going to be Beast Boy/Raven or Robin/Starfire. (Or Cyborg/Jinx!)

Author's Note: This isn't my best – unfortunately, I wasn't able to take it to a place I wanted to go. And speaking of places you don't want to go, anybody see "The Prophecy"? Whew. Not as intense as I would have wanted; it seemed like a clone of "Birthmark" to me. And I think Slade has developed a case of scoliosis. But I'm interested in where this plot arc is going. I'm all sad that next week is apparently not a continuation of it.


Confession

"Wow. You guys do this old school, huh?" Jinx examined the lattice window that obscured her view of the priest. "So is this thing so I don't feel all weird telling a complete stranger my secrets, or is it just a precaution so that criminals don't like, tell you who they murdered and then kill you?"

"Mainly the former."

Jinx smirked. "Right."

"Now. Why are you here?"

"I have no one to talk to. Even if Mammoth and Gizmo and me hadn't sort of drifted lately, they're just not the type you can talk to about these things." Jinx sat carefully down on the wooden bench, the wood worn smooth over the years by sinners before her. "I know you're probably not the type for 'girl talk,' and I'm not spiritual at all – I'd probably be going straight to hell, anyway, so what's the point? – but some anonymous guy who's supposed to listen to everything you say and not condemn you for it seems as good a person to talk to as any, right?"

"I suppose," said the priest slowly. "Do you have anything to confess?"

"Um. No."

". . . I see. Not feeling guilty about anything?"

"Nope."

"Nothing?" he asked skeptically.

"Guilt isn't the kind of thing you can afford to have in my line of work." She paused. "Okay, there was that one time I accidentally tripped that old lady. But I sent her wallet back with a bouquet of carnations, so no more guilt there."

"But you must be here for a reason."

". . . There's maybe one thing. There's this . . . guy."

She saw the silhouette of the priest nod.

"I liked him. A lot. But he wasn't who I thought he was."

"You were hurt?"

"Yeah."

"And you feel you cannot forgive him?"

"Oh, no, I can. I did. I was mad at him for a while there, but . . . hey, I'd probably do the same thing in his place. Maybe. I mean, he didn't mean to hurt us . . . but I just don't think I'm supposed to forgive him. Or still have feelings for him. If the others knew, they'd have conniptions."

"Some would say . . . that you should not care what others think. If you are convinced that he is good for you, and that he will not hurt you again, then maybe following your heart is best."

Jinx was silent for a while. Then: ". . . What is this, an after school special? God. I'm out of here."

She stalked out, muttering, "What was I expecting, anyway? A magical cure? Frickin' nutters, the clergy - he's a Titan. Yeah, that'd work out." She laughed a little to herself, and decided that it was time to move on.

Maybe.