Jinx frowned at the paper on her lap, trying to ignore the sounds of daily Tower life happening around her. She suddenly stood and, without a word, left the common room. She walked along the hallways, trying to retrace her steps from the morning. It was now late evening, and Jinx had been working non-stop on her plans. She still stared at them now, turning into her room. If she wasn't so absorbed in the paper in front of her, she would have been shocked she'd found it so easily. She flicked on the lights and looked up from the plans with a gasp. That morning she hadn't really looked around much. She now gasped in awe at the huge, ornate black crystal chandelier. Jinx hadn't even realized the ceilings were high enough to support such a piece. The walls, she realized, were covered in beautiful, tasteful black-and-pink wallpaper with a rose pattern. Clearly both Raven and Starfire had a hand in picking it out. Glancing around, her eyes caught on the window. It was bigger than she had originally realized, and as she moved the pink curtains aside, she found a black-velvet window seat both large and comfortable enough to sleep on. Although, if she was choosing what to sleep on, she'd definitely go for the huge canopy bed with the gauzy, pink curtains she could pull all the way around the mattress. She walked to a door in the back of the room and threw it open, finding a walk-in closet already stocked with all of her clothes. Thoughtful, but also embarrassing. She seriously hoped Cyborg had gotten someone female to transport some of her more sensitive articles. But then again… A smirk pulled at Jinx's face as she imagined a red-faced Cyborg going through her closet. The notion earned a chuckle. When she finished admiring the room around her, she sat on the window seat with her plans in hand. "Let's see," she said to herself, chewing the eraser of a pencil thoughtfully. Her plans had already addressed the air vent issue, but she was having a hard time with budgeting for power-cancellers. And who knew that high-grade steel bars would be so darn expensive?! It might actually be cheaper to buy extra-hyper-strength glass instead, the superpower-resistant kind the supervillains used to lock up the Titans. She used the laptop Cyborg had given her what seemed like forever ago to look up the cost of such an operation, and found it was much cheaper than thirteen-times-reinforced steel. Running some simple calculations, she found that it was well within reason to replace all of the cell doors with the stuff. She scribbled this down on the paper, along with the amount it would cost to replace all the windows. After selling off all of the old steel to scrapyards, there was more than enough room in the budget for power-cancellers in all public rooms.
"Whatca workin' on?" Jinx jumped at Cyborg's voice.
"Oh, just figuring the cost versus benefit of upgrading the guard's weapons. I don't even know if that should be a priority at this point, considering how easy it is to knock someone out and steal it off of 'em," Jinx said.
Cyborg raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you're really thinkin' this out," he said, sounding impressed.
"Uh, yeah. It's gotta be good to impress everybody enough that they forgive me for everything. I just wish there was a way to test it, you know?" Suddenly her eyes lit up. "Hey, what if, after everything's set and ready to go, I go back to jail for a week and try to escape! If I can, then we come back and fix everything. If I can't, we know the system's good!"
Cyborg seemed less excited. "You're sure you're up for that?" He asked seriously.
"What, you think I can't handle it?" Jinx asked back, with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Cy, I can handle one week in jail. It's not like I've been in and out of jail for nearly my entire life, and technically should be there now, is it?" She raised both eyebrows, staring at him seriously.
Cyborg chuckled. "I don't know if I can handle it, though," he pouted jokingly.
"What are you talking about?" Jinx asked, with another eye roll.
"A whole week without my angel!" He shouted, overdramatically flopping onto the window seat next to Jinx. She laughed in surprise.
"Still on the angel thing?! Your 'angel' is going back to jail for a week! Emphasis on the word 'back'," she told him, poking him on his metallic side. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down on top of him. She giggled. "I'm trying to work," she said as seriously as possible while laughing.
"Yeah, but the longer it takes you to finish your plans, the longer it'll take you to leave," he pouted.
"Wow. Who knew the great and powerful Cyborg, second in command of the Teen Titans, builder of epic cars from scratch and parts was so needy?" Jinx remarked. He pretended to take offense, getting up and stalking towards the door. "No, wait," she called him back.
"What?" He asked.
"I need your help researching the cost of fences," she said.
Cyborg scoffed. "That's it; you've been working too hard. We're going out to dinner, no arguments," he said, picking her up off of the seat.
"No!" She shrieked. "I have very important figures to run involving the cost of various types of searchlights! And then there's grass versus turf for the prison yard, and where will I be tomorrow if I don't find the best brand of security camera?! Then there's the design of the place: do we want to go 'Gothic and Gargoyles' or 'Condescending Kindergarten'? Although if neither of those work, we could always use the standard 'Claustrophobic Concrete'." Cyborg simply rolled his eyes at her protests as he carried her over his shoulder down the hallway.