Author's Notes: I never saw "Homecoming" parts one and two, and so I don't really know how all the main members of the Brotherhood of Evil act, but I took a guess, so if it's wrong, then here's a "sorry" in advance. Criticism and such is much appreciated.
Disclaimer: "Teen Titans" and "Impulse" are not mine, and a small classification of crimes isn't really mine, either...I think.
"Just as conniving, just as quick, and just as dark as Impulse? What was I thinking?" Jinx thought as she slapped her forehead, still walking around Jump City at night. She turned around every now and then to make sure that the dark speedster wasn't behind her. There was really no telling when that guy would show up, unless the Hive Five was attempting a robbery, or there was something extremely valuable out there somewhere in the world.
She was aware that Impulse was a far better villain than each of the boys of the Hive Five, but if they managed to pull off a crime...some amazing crime, then perhaps to the Brotherhood, it would not seem so. The only problem was…Jinx had no idea what crime would make up for not being able to do seventy in a day, as Impulse could. It would have to be something heavily guarded, because the young witch had a feeling that Impulse still had no idea how to disarm a security system. Then again, he could just diffuse through whatever was protecting the guarded object, couldn't he?
"Okay, something extremely heavily guarded," Jinx thought, crossing a street that led to the parking lot of the Jump City Mall. "It can't be from a museum, though." She imagined what would happen if she presented an extremely ancient artifact to the Brotherhood. Madame Rouge would call her an amateur again, the Brain would ask Jinx what on earth the Brotherhood would do with such a useless object, Monsieur Mallah would laugh, and General Immortus would wonder who let the kid in. When it came to money, the Brotherhood probably didn't need it. Robbing a bank would be useless.
She looked around the parking lot and sat down in the middle of a parking spot. She threw her hands in the air and looked up, as though asking the world, "What am I going to do?"
Suddenly, she got up and paced around the parking lot. "Worrying over this isn't going to help me. I have to think." She glanced around her surroundings and noticed a payphone. An idea struck, but would it work? She walked over to the phone and looked around for dropped change. A dusty quarter was a few feet away from her, in the corner of the lot. "Well, that was unusually lucky…and ironic," she thought to herself as she picked up the quarter and walked back to the phone.
She picked up the phone and was about to dial when suddenly she realized she didn't even know the number of the person she was about to call. Sighing, she placed the phone down and was about to sit back down in a parking spot when she realized she still had her communicator with her. Her Hive Academy communicator, that is. "Could he still have it?" she wondered. "I hope so." She opened her communicator and waited for an answer, half hoping and half not hoping he'd pick up.
Cyborg returned to his room, tired after a day of fighting Brotherhood cronies and Robin's whining about how he can't figure out what they're planning. Robin was dead-set on sending every single teenage hero a Teen Titans communicator, and in addition to the aforementioned work and kicking Beast Boy's butt in videogames, Cyborg was exhausted, and about to recharge, when he saw a red light going on and off in the corner of his room. What was that? He walked over to it. His communicator from the Hive Academy was blinking on and off.
"Is this a prank or something?" Cyborg thought. "Who'd be calling me now? And on this of all things? Something from the Brotherhood? Should I show Robin? Nah, the dude would flip out and scan it fifty thousand times for traces of 'evil' or something like that. I'll just answer it."
"Hello?" he said, unsure of the voice he'd hear on the other line.
"Stone? I-I mean Cyborg?" he heard a female voice respond. He recognized it at once.
"Jinx?" he asked in surprise.
"Um, yeah…hi," she said, starting to rethink her plan. "I didn't know you still kept your communicator."
"I, uh, forgot it was in my room. Anyway, why'd you call?" he asked, interested.
"Have you heard of Impulse?"
"Yeah, of course."
"I have a couple of questions about him."
"Well, sure, shoot."
"Those crimes he committed, were they big?"
"They weren't on levels five and six, if that's what you're wondering," Cyborg said, remembering some of his classes at the Hive Academy. He remember that crimes were ranked by level. Level one was something small, like robbing parking meters or crimes that didn't take much thought to carry out. Level six was the highest, that involved destructive (but planned) events. "I'd say more around level three or four."
"Hmm, so I'd have to do a level five crime at least," Jinx thought aloud. "I have no idea what I could do."
"Why are you calling me for this?"
"I…had no one else to call," Jinx replied honestly. "I just…I heard Impulse was joining the Brotherhood soon, and he's only getting in for speed, I guess."
"I should've known you'd try to join them too," Cyborg sighed. "Listen, I wouldn't want you to join up with them. I get the feeling they won't be around for much longer, and besides, I wouldn't want to end up in battle with you."
Jinx didn't want to respond to that comment. Instead she said politely, "Well, um, thank you for your help. I should be going now. It was good to talk to you."
"Bye Jinx," Cyborg responded, disconnecting the call from his communicator. He did consider Jinx a friend of his, at least while at the Hive. He meant what he said. He wouldn't want to fire his sonic cannon at her. "Must be what Kid Flash is thinking too," Cyborg thought, getting his systems ready for the recharge.
"A level five or six crime," Jinx thought to herself. "Those are do-able." Being reminded of the ranked crimes brought back memories of the Hive Academy. Maybe that villain training would come in handy. She remembered one of her teachers telling the class that when science discovers something new, it will be big, it will be useful, and when done properly, it will be up for grabs. Science! That was it!
She ran out of the parking lot (which was rather difficult to do in platform shoes, but she managed) and hurried to a 24-hour newsstand that was a few blocks away. Carefully, she grabbed a copy of The Jump City Times when the vendor of the stand was looking another way and proceeded to run to the nearest bench that was out of sight of the newsstand. Once she got there, she sat down and scanned the newspaper for the science section. Once she found it, she flipped to the right page and saw as the main headline: "Foreign Chemical Still Being Tested" and a mischievous grin spread across her face. She read the article and after finishing it, walked away, back to headquarters, leaving the newspaper on the bench. She had some planning to do if she wanted to pull this off by tomorrow night.
When she was a good distance away from the bench, a figure dressed in a skin-tight black suit approached it. He opened the newspaper and flipped to the science section. "Jump City Scientific Research Facilities, huh?" he said to himself with a smirk. "I'll be there."
More Author's Notes: Bwahahahahaha, Jinx should learn to throw out used newspaper! Yeah, that thing with the levels actually came from NYSSMA, which is this New York State music ranking thing, believe it or not. Level one is insanely easy music, and level six is the type of music you see and then proceed to scratch your head in confusion, as you try to play it with your fingers moving across the instrument like a madman. I play the flute, and so level six music is pretty hard stuff for me (I've played it before, though...it's just very very difficult to sight-read). Yes, I'm a band geek D
Oh, and the relationship between Cyborg and Jinx is purely friendship. That's all I'm saying. Friendship. Kid Flash/Impulse is the romantic interest here.
