Prompt being heartbreak, immediate thinking being sad and angsty, I may as well go with it. Or not. Not entirely sure yet.

There was a certain amount of heartbreak every time he did it.

Every time he lied, every time he looked them in the eyes and told them something that was not at all true.

Every time he gave a feeble excuse that no one really believed and disappeared, even if only for a moment.

Every time he did what he considered his duty.

Even now, as a teenager, when he shouldn't care, when he had every right to be secretive in his own personal rebellion, his heart shattered a little more every time he lied. Because as much as he believed Kid Flash needed to exist, (For the world) Kid Flash was slowly ruining Wally West's life.

He got perfect grades, of course. He could read the whole textbook when the teacher blinked, tests were not a problem in the least. But that was the only thing that got better. He dropped out of sports, dropped out of everything. And he was always off somewhere, always. It ate at him, the lies.

But there was absolutely nothing he could do. (Nothing?)

And that was quite possibly the worst thing of all.

Wally West was an honest boy, Wally West had never lied in his life.

But Kid Flash?

Certainly, if it would help the world. (Always?)

Because that was what heroes did, they made sacrifices. (Did they have to?)

If their heart was never the same again, well, that was their own problem.

~*v{o}v*~

There was a certain amount of heartbreak every time she did it.

Every time she took, every time she grabbed from someone who might not have the means to earn it back.

Every time she snatched a purse.

Every time she robbed a bank.

Every time she did what she thought she had to do.

Even now, when she'd been doing it for years, when by rights she should be used to it and by rights she shouldn't care in the least, her heart shattered a little more every time she stole. Because as much as she believed that she was bad luck, and therefore condemned to be a villain, Jinx was not a criminal at heart.

She projected such a hardened image, she had to. There was really no other way to survive in the life she had chose (Had been forced into) and she did well. She rose to the top. But it wasn't such a great place, the top. No one cared to listen to her orders, and when they did, they weren't happy about it. It ate at her, being a top villain.

But there wasn't really anything she could do. (Was there?)

And that was the worst thing of all.

She had been honest once, once she hadn't been bad luck.

But now?

Now there was no other option. (Really?)

Because being bad luck meant being a criminal. (Did it?)

If her heart was never the same again, well, that was her own problem.