Chapter 1: A Bad (Luck) Day
Notes: Copy pasted from AO3.
Anyone else still obsessed with Flinx or is that just me?
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Her HIVE communicator buzzed again. The first time, she'd hung up on them. The second time, she ignored it. The third time, she smashed the damned thing under her foot. It may seem rude, not that a villainess such as herself needed to worry about such a thing, but she had her reasons.
See, Jinx had many talents. She was a skilled gymnast, a clever team leader (despite her team's efforts to prove otherwise), and she was the queen of bad luck. It wasn't just her hexes that made her the master of misfortune. She could feel the probabilities in an abstract sort of way, a sort of sixth sense. So, when Jinx rolled out of bed with goosebumps and a pit in her stomach, unluckiness a palpable force in the air, she had decided to take the day off. Bad luck wasn't likely to listen to her right now. No hexes today unless she wanted to risk them backfiring on her. Yup, today she needed to stay in, keep the chances for disaster to a minimum.
But fate had other plans, as it always did.
Her team had run off, yelling something about a set of royal jewels being moved on display in the museum. And now they had most definitely been caught or run into some trouble and were calling her for help, and she couldn't help them. No, she was not going to help them. It was their fault! They were the idiots who didn't listen.
There was another buzz, and she went to crush the communicator only to remember she had already destroyed it.
"Where is that fucking buzzing coming from?" She growled, slamming her door open just to run into a blur of yellow and red. The impact sent her flying, and just because she was extra unlucky today, she slammed into her dresser with a painful thud. "Owww, what the hell, Kid Flash?"
"Oops! Sorry, Jinxy. My bad."
He grinned sheepishly as he went to help her up. She shoved him away with a pointed glare.
"Don't touch me, hero." She sneered as she pushed past him. Don't hex, no hexing. She had to bite the inside of her cheek before continuing. "What are you doing here anyway? Run out of cats stuck in trees to save or something?"
Kid Flash shrugged at her snappy attitude, something that only made her feel the need to be meaner. But she had to resist. She could do this. It's not like she had to hex the speedster every time she saw him.
"You weren't at the museum. I was just curious."
"Aww, was Kiddie Flash worried about lil' ole me?" Jinx mocked before going back to her usual dry tone, "Well, don't."
"Nah, I knew you were too smart to try and bust such an obvious mark." Jinx frowned. That's exactly what she'd told her idiot team before, not that they listened. Not that they ever listened. "Do you want me to be worried?" He stepped a little closer. Too close. His nose brushed hers, and all she could see was how blue his eyes were. "Aww, you're blushing."
Her eyes started to glow, her fists started to shake. No, Jinx. Don't do it. She dug her nails into her palm as she forced the glow away. Grinding her teeth, she hissed.
"Get... out... of... my... room!"
The speedster ignored her warning to flop on her bed, flipping through her sketchbook like he was asking for a hexing. Which you can't do, She desperately reminded herself of the last time she'd ignored the signs of a bad day. We don't want a repeat of the eighth.
"Huh, you saved the roses…" he muttered, holding up a paled flower that had been pressed between the pages.
Now, she really was blushing. He wasn't supposed to see that.
"P-put that down-" She was so desperate, she almost said please.
He disappeared with her rose, and the angry screech that escaped her was completely involuntary. Suddenly he was right next to her, a fresh flower in his hand.
Jinx snatched the rose from his hand, her eyes narrowed into slits.
"You don't need to thank me," Kid Flash smiled, his voice a light teasing sound. "But if you insist, I'd accept a kiss."
Then he winked.
And that was it. Pink erupted from her, it crackled in the room like an electrical storm, bouncing off the pockets of unluckiness. All of that bad mojo was about to hit Kid Flash in his stupidly cute face, and he wasn't moving. Idiot. That was enough of a curse to knock Superman on his ass. Without thinking, she pushed him out of the way, barely registering the shock of pain as her world went white.
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Kid Flash wondered if maybe, just maybe, he'd gone a little too far this time. In his defense, he really thought Jinxy was warming up to him. Last time he dropped in on her, she'd only hexed him twice. A new record. And this time, she had gone almost a whole conversation with hardly an angry pink glow in sight. For some reason, it only made him want to push her more. After all, what was a visit with Jinx if he didn't get hexed?
... Ok, maybe there was something wrong with him.
And he had definitely gone too far this time. Kid had never seen a hex so violent before, and he had been on the receiving end of more Jinx hexes than he could count. She seemed just as shocked as him, mouth agape in horror as the air around them lit up like the fourth of July. He was still frozen in shock when she shoved him hard, sending him tumbling backwards. Kid recovered quickly to see a plume of purple smoke and a pile of clothes where Jinx had been.
She was gone.
Panic shot through him as he sped around the room for any signs of the sorceress.
"Jinxy? Jinx! I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!" He shouted, zooming down the tower, picking up furniture as he searched. "I'll never go in your room again, promise! Just please, please be ok!"
Kid ended up back in her room, tears flooding his eyes. Picking up her clothes, the crinkled fabric burnt covered in ashes, his hand brushed over something soft. He threw the clothes aside and cried in relief at the sight. Nestled in between two boots was a small pale grey kitten.
"Jinx?" He picked up the furball. "Are- is this you?" It could only be her, right? What other cat had pink tinged ear fluff? "This is you right, you don't just happen to have a matching cat I didn't know about?" He shook the kitten slightly, "Please wake up."
It slowly opened its eyes, glowing pink eyes glared back at him. Definitely Jinx. "Oh, thank god!" She hissed and squirmed only to get pulled into a tight hug, "I thought you were dead, I thought- Oh my god, you're a cat!"
Jinx let out a spine curdling wail as if to say, What do you mean I'm a cat?!
"A cute cat," He added quickly. A warning growl rumbled from her which he translated as I'm not cute. Which he had to disagree with, "Nope, you're adorable. Look at your wittle tail and your wittle curled ears! Like a bobcat or-" The stumpy tail twitched in argument, "A lynx! Jinx the Lynx!"
He was practically squealing at this point, the unmanly sound making her ears flatten. Kid coughed in embarrassment and then frowned as the realization settled.
"Wait, you're a cat…" She rolled her eyes at him. I thought we already established that point. "Oh, no! What are we goingtodoJinx? AreyougoingtobeacatforeverButifyou'reacatyoucan'tdocrimesThat'sgoodbutwhatifsomeonecatnapsyouandthen-"
"Mew," A tiny adorable sound interrupted his ranting, and he was once again turned into a squealing mess as he tried to resist the sudden urge to shake her.
She was just so flipping cute. And angry… very angry.
Jinx bit his hand, "Ow, Jinxy. No biting."
"Wrrrrr," the angry rumble was an obvious warning. Put me down, or else.
"But, Jinx, what are we supposed to do? I can't just leave you like this!" Yes you can, she seemed to be arguing as her hackles fluffed up. Kid Flash's eyes narrowed, "You live with a bunch of idiots! Mammoth will probably try to eat you!"
She blinked at that, her whiskers twitching in thought.
Then the speedster smiled, a purrfect idea spawned in his mind.
"I'll just take you back to my place."
Notes: Let me know what you think of this nonsense. Also, I feel like I should say Jinx isn't actually a lynx, she just kinda looks like one. If you're curious about the breed of cat, I'm picturing an American Bobtail mixed with an American curl or Highlander for those curled back ears. Seriously look them up, so cute!