More of Sketches and Secrets. I decided to expand on an idea I once had about Jinx and Kid Wyckid, and it works great for this story.

Don't own the Titans, or anything else for that matter. Except maybe my daughter. But that's called slavery, and so doesn't really apply.

Chap 2: Secret Rendezvous

Jinx stirred from the bed as sunlight forced its way through the curtains. The girl stretched her arms above her head, snuggling back down to the warm covers. With a groan, she started to get out of bed. Morning was not her friend.

She blinked a few times to clear her head of sleep, getting up to start her routine. She dressed slowly, not quite awake just yet. She brushed out her hair, heading for the kitchen to start some breakfast. Checking the fridge, she scowled. Flash and his metabolism, she thought. Eats like a horse. A girl could really get to hate that. He could eat everything in sight and never gain a single pound. She slipped into her boots on her way out the door, deciding to go buy some groceries from the town down the road.

She almost considered waking Kid Flash up to do it, since he was so much faster than her, but thought better of it. She glanced over to where he was sprawled out on the couch. He had kicked off the blanket in his dreaming, leaving off his mask and uniform to sleep like a normal person. She smiled to herself. He looked so sweet lying there.

He'd been a gentleman last night, not once trying to take advantage of the situation. In fact, when she thought about it, he had never once tried to take advantage of her. And with his speed, he could actually strip her down to naked before she could react to stop him. He was so different from the majority of people she'd met in her short life.

As the girl walked out into the bright sunshine, she resisted the urge to blow something up at the sound of so many happy birds singing. It was too freaking early to be that cheerful. She began the hike into town.

Later on that morning, Jinx stomped along the road, groceries hanging from their paper bags in her arms. "Stupid checkout lady," she muttered, unable to stop the flush from coming across her face. The clerk had asked where her cute boyfriend had gone. Jinx had blushed furiously, grabbing her purchases and hurrying out of the store.

As she went on her way, the girl began to notice another presence near her. She quietly scanned around, trying not to let it show that she was looking for whatever it was. She slowed her walk, finally stopping and setting her things down. "Alright, come out! I know someone's there."

You don't know anything.

She glanced around, still unable to find the source of the voice. "Who are you?"

You left us.

She froze at that. The HIVE? But this wasn't quite there style. They would have approached her in the open by now. She sent out her sense again, trying to identify the stranger. "Show yourself."

You left me. You left for some punk hero.

"Leave him out of this," she snapped, power coming into her hands.

Would you come back if I killed him? It was said with such casual cruelty it sent shudders down the girl's spine.

More pink energy surged into her hands. "You couldn't get a hand on him. He's way too fast." She felt the beginnings of fear grow in her chest. Her magic wasn't sensing anything around her. Nothing. No machines, no aura of any sort to indicate a person nearby.

I could kill him in his sleep. Would you like for me to make his heart stop in his chest? I could make his lungs not pull in air, or tear open his skin to drain out

"Stop it!" She screamed. "Just stop it! What do you want!"

Come back to me. Come with me, and I won't leave your hero in a bloody head on the floor, it answered.

"Who are you!"

A black tear in the substance of space and time suddenly appeared in front of her, making her fall back onto the ground in shock. Red eyes glared from a black mask on a familiar face, as a black cloak fell from his shoulders. The portal stabilized as she stood up, the creature before her giving his version of a smile.

Kid Wyckid looked back at Jinx in amused disdain. His mental voice rang in her head, nearly dripping anger. Hello, mate.

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Dun, dun, dun! Let me know what you think about this little twist. Please review!