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.

Author's Note: Well, this only took me about six weeks to get around to writing. Go, me.

Ashamed

Jinx crept up behind Cyborg and threw her arms around his waist, then laughed as he jumped about a mile into the air. "Honey, I'm home!"

"Christ! I can't believe you . . . ."

"What, did I startle you?" she asked innocently.

"Of course not," he scoffed unconvincingly. "But if I had been surprised, I could have . . . killed you!"

"Yeah, I'm sure. You badass superheroes in your frilly aprons."

Cyborg glanced down at the cheery yellow apron he was wearing. "You don't like it? I thought it flattered my girlish figure."

"It's darling, but it's just not your color."

"What? Yellow is so my color."

"Too manly. You should have a nice, light pink . . . ."

He rolled his eyes at the ceiling. "Shut up," he said, and shoved a mini waffle into her mouth. "You've got no taste, anyway. Your socks are stupid."

"Mmmrph!" she retorted.

"Fine, and how was your day?"

She swallowed with a great effort. "I resented that comment about my socks. I think they're cool. And . . . the day was pretty uneventful. Did rake in a nice profit, though."

"Oh, God, I don't want to know."

"Fine, then. What did you do today?"

"Oh, the usual – saved a couple of lives, grabbed some pizza, stopped a bank heist."

Jinx grinned and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. "Naughty boy. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"Yeah, well, you know you love the bad boys."

"They're just so irresistible . . . ." She pulled his head down and kissed him, but they were interrupted seconds later by a sound she had learned, after only a few short weeks, to detest.

"Your arm is ringing," she told him irritably.

He sighed and turned on his communicator. She'd already pulled away and was on her way out the door by the time he looked up. "I've gotta –"

She waved it off with a flick of her hand. "I know. Go, save the world, defend the American way, help little old ladies across the street." Sometimes she wondered whether all this sneaking around worth the trouble.

She started to leave, but he jogged up the stairs and grabbed her hand. "Same time next week?"

"Guess so."

He caught her by the waist and she only had time to let out a little squeak before he kissed her, dipping her back like they were in some kind of movie. He returned her to an upright position several seconds later, leaving her considerably more disheveled than she had been. She sighed with satisfaction. "And I wonder why I keep you."