Author's Notes: Okay, as a warning, some of you might hate me for this chapter, but I swear, I'm going somewhere with this. There might be some days over the summer when I don't update because I've felt really not in the mood to write. Would you rather I update with something rushed and forced daily, or with something of better quality with a few days apart? Wah, I'd be in a better mood if my friend's computer didn't have a virus. I hope he can fix it. Um, right, back to the story. Criticism is appreciated (but don't kill me for what I'm about to do), and thank you to everyone who has reviewed already

Disclaimer: If I owned "Teen Titans", this would be an episode, not a fanfic...that means I don't own them.

Jinx felt the cool night breeze as she walked down the street. During the day, it was always busy with people going back and forth, chatting on their cell phones or running to catch a bus. The stores were all closed, except for a 7-11. Its neon signs in the window advertising large hotdogs ruined the peaceful nighttime atmosphere, and so Jinx tried not to look at it. At the end of the street, there was Jump City's largest art museum. The Hive Five had tried robbing it before, but each time, they were busted by the Teen Titans, except for one time when the police caught them instead (Jinx spent a week yelling at her teammates about how useless they were after that incident).

She walked towards the museum. She didn't intend to rob it, though. She preferred the idea of sitting on the steps and staring into space. She was a little disappointed that she forgot to bring her sketchbook. It would've been nice to draw what the city looked like at night. She reached the stairs and climbed them, then sat herself down on the top step. The walk had certainly made her feel better about Gizmo and See-More's bet.

Suddenly, she heard an alarm go off. She stood up quickly and looked around, her heartbeat and breathing rate increasing. She figured that there was no way she could've set off the alarm.

When her breathing returned to normal, she figured another criminal was trying to break into the museum. She decided that she'd move once she heard a police siren. Until then, she'd wait to see what idiot was robbing the museum. It had to be an idiot, of course. Any sane thief would have shut off the security system before going into a building.

The front door opened and a teenage boy dressed in a skin-tight black body suit stepped out, clutching what looked like a Ming vase. He had what looked like a Zorro mask on his face and his messy red hair drew attention to itself, being the most colorful thing on the guy. His eyes met Jinx's, and her eyes opened wide in shock as she recognized the ice-blue eyes staring at her.

"Kid…Flash?" she asked, almost choking on the name. "What are you doing? What are you holding?" Every explanation that didn't involve stealing popped into her head. There was no way this was Kid Flash.

"No," he responded. "Kid Flash is a hero, and I am no longer him. He realized, after that wonderful moment in the bank tonight, that being a hero really isn't all it's cracked up to be. Nothing's worse than being a servant of the people, isn't that right?"

Jinx continued to stare at Kid Flash, completely not believing the words coming out of his mouth. She had wanted to hear those words from him, but not in this situation.

"And this…this is something I found in the Asian exhibit. I think it looks nice."

"What are you doing?" Jinx asked, her voice rising in anger.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"You're…you're not Kid Flash," Jinx said quietly, her anger turning to confusion.

"Well, I said I wasn't."

"Who are you, then!" she shouted.

"I…okay, to be honest, I haven't come up with a sinister name yet, but when I do, I'll let you and the rest of the world know."

"Why are you being a villain?"

"I could ask you the same thing, you know."

"I know, but, you're supposed to be a good guy, aren't you?"

"Things change."

"No! Things like that don't change. I don't know what's wrong with you, what's gotten into your head, and what's behind it, but I know for a fact that when you're a villain, you stay one, and when you're a hero, you stay that too!"

"Then why did you offer me membership to the Hive Five?" the former hero asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I did? No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did, if my memory serves me well."

"That…" Jinx was thinking over the entire conversation at the bank. "That was a joke! I didn't think you'd actually go evil."

"Well, here I am."

Jinx was bewildered. Only in her dreams was Kid Flash a villain. What happened to him? She thought about what being a villain meant to her. She believed that society was cruel to her when she was young. From those days in school when kids teased how she looked, dressed, and acted, she knew that being a villain meant fighting against the people who brought her torment. She believed that being a villain meant being able to overpower authority and to get revenge on those who did you wrong in the past, and then some. How could Kid Flash possibly comprehend these things in a mere hour or two? Was that even him? "I wonder if he has an evil twin," she thought to herself.

Wait, though, this was her dream coming true. She wanted to be with him and fight the forces of good in the big leagues. Together, they'd be unstoppable, wouldn't they?

"Are you positive that you're going to go through with being a baddie?" Jinx asked, as though she was a mother asking her daughter if she really wanted that Barbie doll.

"It doesn't look like it to you, does it?" His voice sounded a little dejected.

"It does, but, it's hard to believe," Jinx replied. "But…you said before that I deserved better than the Hive Five."

"Yup. I did," he agreed.

"What about just the two of us?" she suggested, a smile forming on her face and her eyes gazing hopefully into his.

"Me…work with you?" The thought seemed appealing. He'd finally get to be with Jinx, and it wouldn't be to stop her from committing crimes. They'd get their own secret lair together. She'd be happy, and that would make him happy. "Look at her smile," he thought to himself. "I can't say 'no' to that beautiful smile. But I know I have to. It just wouldn't work. I have a plan to stick to, and partnering up with Jinx would ruin the whole thing."

"I'm sorry," he said after a pause. Jinx's smile crashed to the floor. "It's not you, it's just that…" He was starting to think this sounded too much like a break-up line, and decided to be more honest. "I work alone," he declared.

"Fine," Jinx said. "In that case, you'd better get out of here before the cops show up."

"They're not coming," he said with a smirk.

"What? Why?"

"Oh, they called Kid Flash and said there was a break-in at the museum. I said I'd handle it. It'll be a couple of days before they figure out Kid Flash wasn't even here. Instead it was…um…does 'the villain formerly known as Kid Flash' work?"

"Haha, very funny," she replied dryly. "And no, it doesn't." She looked at who she saw as Kid Flash, and knowing they weren't going to work together, said, "I'm going home. I'll see you around, I guess."

"Yep," he answered, still thinking of evil-sounding names.

Jinx walked back to the Hive Five headquarters, thinking of how horribly confusing and depressing the whole day had been. She needed to sleep, or watch a chick flick and eat ice cream while trying to make everything make sense.