"So, basically you're going on vacation and you have to work?" I ask. I'm washing dishes at the kitchen sink, my cell phone between my shoulder and cocked ear. "Yeah," Raven's voice comes through the phone, crackling with static. "Robin is such a drag. Don't tell him I said that!"

"I won't." I reassure her. "Bring me back something cool."

"That should be easy. Tokyo is full of good books and spiritual stuff." She tells me. When she hangs up, I begin to load the dishwasher. I finish and dry my hands, then set to work on vaccuming. Kid Flash has gone into town, so I'm alone and cleaning the place up. I put on music and wipe off the countertop, singing along calmly.

I mop the kitchen floor after that, still matching the notes of Taylor Swift with my voice. I hear the front door slam shut, so I turn my iPod off and head to help carry the groceries inside. "Hey," he calls to me when he sees me, "How's it going?"

"The Titans are heading to Tokyo to track down some villain named Brushogun. Raven just called to tell me about it, and she asked if we could keep an eye on Jump City for them while they're gone. Oh, and I mopped the kitchen floor, and it's still wet." I tell him. He nods. "Thanks, J. I got some more soda and popcorn so we can have that movie night sometime."

"How about tonight?" I ask, pulling two of the reusable shopping bags from the passenger side of the car. "Sure. Why not?"

We put away everything he bought, then we flick through his DVDs to find one we like. "Um. . . so, I have a lot of horror movies, and sports themed ones, 'cause when the boys come over that's what we watch. What do you like watching?"

"I like dramas and-ooh!" I pull out a movie from the shelf. He perks up. "Oh, I loved that. You wanna watch it?"

"Yeah, please!" He puts it in the player, I make a bowl of popcorn and set it on the coffee table. Kid Flash sits down beside me with two sodas, handing me one and opening the other. Mine fizzes out of the can and I sip it, setting it down and leaning back onto the pillows. He puts one arm across the back of the couch, resting his hand on my shoulder. I tighten, memories of my last-and only-boyfriends enveloping me. Cyborg and I on late-night coffee trips, See-more and I laughing as we played on the beach outside of our tower. Cyborg's smile and calm persistience, See-more's lighthearted jokes and sparkling eyes. Then I loosen, tucking the flashbacks away for later, and I relax.

We watch the movie for half an hour, then a crime alert comes in. "My old team," I mutter, checking out the screens. "They split up, as usual."

Kid Flash pauses the movie as I race upstairs and change into my black and purple uniform from the baggy T-shirt and jeans I was wearing. He tosses me my silver-black hairbands, and I clip them in as I jump in the car. I open the car's computer as my redheaded friend drives. "Alright, let's stop 'em at the weapons depot, then you can drop me off at the bank and head for the jewelry store, since you can move faster than me."

"Done deal." He says, and changes lanes to make a detour down a neighborhood street. We get to the weapons depot, where Kid Wykkyd and Gizmo are slipping lasers and guns into their car. I get out of the car with Kid Flash, and I tell the villains, "Kind of underhanded, even for you."

"Jinx!" Gizmo jumps, Kid Wykkyd merely slides his shadowy form closer so he can attack. I shrug at them, and I dodge one of Kid Wykkyd's attacks to deal a blow of my own with a lavender slam to the side of his head. Gizmo's spider legs pop out, Kid Flash ties them together, binding the midget to the thick metal wires. I shoot out a wave of pink energy and miss Kid Wykkyd by a fraction of an inch. A flip and a kick bring him to the floor, another blast and he's unconscious.

Kid Flash leaves me and the car at the bank just down the street, then races away. I'm met by See-more when I get inside, and my heart aches for a small second of time. Then I flash away from the thought and cartwheel to where the green clad teen is standing. I lash out with a burst of energy.

I walked from my bedroom to the main room of Hive Tower, conscious of the boys watching me. I pulled a soda from the fridge and popped it open, watching two Billy Numerous clones, Gizmo, and See-more play, and Kid Wykkyd and Mammoth also watched them.

"Hey, Jinx! You wanna come play?" See-more asked. One of Billy Numerous's clones elbowed him. "Don't offer her that she can come play, there's not enough controllers. Hey, Billy, stop shootin' me!"

"She can have my controller." The teen handed me an almost flat controller, then taught me which buttons to use. And all of a sudden, he leaned over and kissed my cheek. I froze, and turned to him in a shattered second of my broken life. Then I leaned over, and kissed him full on the lips-

I slam a purple boot into his side. Jinx, that's behind you now. You're where you belong-on the good side of the battle.

As I push my former boyfriend to the ground and give the frightened bank employees the sack of money, I feel some form of uncertainty take over my body. If this is the right side of the battle, why do I feel so wrong?