A/N: This is a deleted scene from my Keystone Series, Episode 2: Training Day. I liked the scene a lot, but it just didn't fit into the chapter well, so...you get here instead as a oneshot. :)

"Can I move now?"

"Al...most," murmured Jinx, her expression fixed on the page as her pencil flitted across it. "Done!" She finished with a final swipe, then held out the sketching pad, a smile on her face. Kid Flash scrambled up the bed, plopping down next to her so she was almost teetering on the single-size mattress.

"It still needs tweaking," she warned, holding it closer to her chest.

"Says the girl who'll tweak a perfectly straight frame."

"That's because it wasn't straight!"

Kid Flash grinned, and tapped her knee. "C'mon, let me see the masterpiece."

She rolled her eyes but relented, tilting the pad so he could see. His eyebrows shot up. In joy, she hoped. She couldn't detect any disappointment. In fact, he was even grinning. ...Not that that was new to the speedster.

"Dang, you got my good side."

"You think?" She turned the drawing so she could look. She'd tried to capture him sprawled out on the foot of her bed, lying on his back with a partially-built airplane made of Legos in his hands. It was a feat just to get the speedster to sit still for more than a minute, nevermind long enough to draw a whole picture. But while he was occupied with a video game or Legos, she would jot down his joints and major features, and then sketch the rest from memories and references. In the finished result, his mask was off, as it usually was when they were together (no matter how many times she warned against it), and one could practically see his gears whirring as he built a toy-plane almost a match to the ones in his World War II games.

Now that Kid Flash was sitting close to her, she could see that his eyes were a deeper blue than they had appeared from afar. She quickly darkened his irises before rubbing over his outline with a tissue. "There. Now you're a little blurry, because you never sit still."

"I think you've captured my character. My essence. The very core of my soul, the darkest truths of my—"

Jinx gave him a look over the pad. He grinned. "You did good. So, how's the rest of your drawings going?" He reached out to turn the page, but Jinx swatted his hand.

"Ah-ah! You know the rules."

"Fine, fine." Kid Flash pulled his hands back placatingly. When they had first gotten together, she'd find him lounging around the apartment, flipping through her personal sketch pad. A few talks on privacy (and a hex or two) later, and now he waited until she was ready to show her work. Satisfied, Jinx lowered the pad, tilting it slightly so it was out of view from the speedster while she flipped through the pages, passing the unfinished sketches, before finding one she had done soon after she had moved into his place.

"Remember this?" she said, showing him.

Kid Flash grinned, propping himself up on his elbows for a better look. The sketch was of them lying on Kid Flash's bed, even smaller than the one they were in now. She was leaning back into his chest, his arms wrapped around her while she had a sketch pad in hand, looking into the mirror on the back of his door at their reflection. Kid Flash had laughed that such a strict person drew so many cute pictures of unicorns and romance. After that, she drew a picture of Cthulhu on his door. It was his fault, really; he shouldn't have gotten her into Lovecraft.

"I remember." Kid Flash smiled. "Back when we were a power couple roaming the world."

"From an apartment without AC."

"I remember being pretty cozy on those winter nights...under the sheets."

"Must've been the drinks," she deadpanned, but couldn't stop from smirking. In the picture, Kid Flash was looking at her, much as he is now, and she looked…content. Comfortable. Not so long ago, their dreams were to travel as they pleased and fight crime as they came across it. Having a boyfriend who could get to the U.S. to Paris in two seconds flat had its perks, and they always had a bed they could warm up together. She wasn't used to living so carefree.

"What the heck were we thinking?" muttered Jinx.

He raised a brow. "That we were seizing the day? Why, what were you thinking?"

"That it was a nice break while it lasted. Didn't expect what came next, that's for sure," she smirked, chuckling. "Then again, I never thought I'd be a good guy—never mind a superhero."

"And I thought I'd be a lone wolf, not a team leader."

"You're as much a lone wolf as I am a cuddly kitten."

"You do have a habit of purring, Lucky."

She lifted her chin with an indignant "hmph," then flipped to a fresh page of her sketchpad. She saw Kid Flash smile at her from the corner of her eyes. While he resumed his Lego-building, her eyes searched for something else to draw, before settling on the lines that made up the corners of her furniture. She didn't have much of it, admittedly. Unlike the rest of her teammates, she didn't move in with a maze of boxes. Her belongings fit in one suitcase. Only when Kid Flash had seen her sparse room (when he entered uninvited, of course) did he insist she buy herself some furniture. That's also when she realized she could get furniture.

So she went to the closest store and picked out the cheapest desk to hold her art supplies and a handful of books, a simple, dark-colored dresser and mirror, and a plain vase she could put on top for her dried roses. The only piece she had splurged on was the queen's size bed with a headboard and canopy, with dark magenta curtains and matching covers. Girl's gotta have some luxuries.

She had just set her pencil to paper when the drill bell went off. She groaned.

"You were the one who wanted to train more," teased Kid Flash, hopping off the bed.

"Don't remind me, Kid."

"You know, you can call me Wally."

She threw his mask at him, then raced out the door.