Hello readers! I am oh so very sorry that it took so long to update; I started about 4 new chappies for this fic of ficlets, but none of them were good enough so I scrapped 'em all and came up with these. Hope you enjoy! Welcome to the first installment of the Night of Updates! (yes, I will be updating multiple chapters tonight as my apology for taking so long to update at all, lol). So you know what to do! You read it and then you review with constructive crits and such. :-D

Not much else to say. Enjoy!

and an A/N: sorry about the underlines, my line breaks aren't working now for some unknown reason. so anytime you see an underlined sentence, it means that its the end of that section.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Teen Titans. No, I am not bitter about that. No, I did not just steal the rights to the Teen Titans from the Cartoon Network vault.

In the car I just can't wait,
to pick you up on our very first date
Is it cool if I hold your hand?
Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?
Do you like my stupid hair?
Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?
I'm too scared of what you think
You make me nervous so I really can't eat

Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make this night last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever

-First Date, Blink 182

Kid Flash

Operation: Date With Jinx, Attempt 1

"So, what do you feel like seeing?" I ask Jinny, a.k.a. Jinx, as we stand with our heads turned up to the neon board that is displaying the names and times of all the movies currently playing at the theatre.

"I don't know," she responds, frowning a little. "Is there anything…without assassins on airplanes, or Hilary Duff?"

I take another, closer look at the board. "Uhh…y'know, I don't think so," I respond, blanching a little at the sight of Hollywood's two most over-publicized siblings sit beneath a large title that reads "MATERIAL GIRLS."

"We could see 'Accepted,'" Jinx suggests hopelessly.

"Or 'Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby'," I respond.

"Typical. Kid Flash wants to see the movie with lots of racing," she jousts playfully, poking me in the side.

"Hey, I'm not Kid Flash right now, remember?" I whisper, rubbing where she poked me a little. "And poor little victimized Jinx wants to see the movie about fitting in," I say playfully.

Had I been anyone but myself, Jinx would have definitely fried my butt faster than I could blink for calling her a victim.

But even being her boyfriend won't save me.

"Don't call me a 'victim,'" she says with a maliciously mischievous, although somewhat serious, grin. "Especially when it was me who saved you from Madame Rouge." Then, as if to make her point, she wraps her arms around me as if in a hug but instead uses the close proximity to give me a biiiiiig shock.

"Ow!" I wince when she lets go. I should've known better. So I smile at her as if to say, 'you win', and she smiles back. Then we turn our attention back to the board, hoping that she doesn't notice how much I wince and screw up my eyes in pain. I can't complain, though, because I deserved it.

After a few more minutes of careful examination, I turn to Jinx. "Tell you what. We'll do a double-feature. First we'll see 8:30 showing of 'Accepted' and then we'll see 'Ricky Bobby' at 9:50. Deal?"

She considers it for a moment, looks back to the board, and decides that there isn't anything else worth seeing at the moment.

"Sure."

So we buy our tickets at the desk and popcorn and soda at the concessions stand, and then we enter the theater and choose our seats.

The movie starts pretty slowly, and because neither of us has much of an attention span, we are both fast asleep by 8:50.

At 9:00 we are escorted out of the theatre by a teenage usher with big glasses who tells us that we were snoring too loudly and that we should 'respect the cinema, it is like art. What you may not like might be someone else's favorite.'

I try to protest our eviction, with Jinx hotly debating at my side, neither of us making much sense.

"But we were only asleep for 10 minutes!" I argue.

"—I distinctly saw the couple in the second row making all these weird, LOUD noises as they were making out, so you should kick them out too!"

"But their…um…'kissing' was drowned out by your snoring," responds the teenage usher uncertaintly, as if unwilling to say the word 'kissing'.

"--not against the law to fall asleep in a movie theater, and I should know!" I say.

"—we're normally insomniacs, the movie put us to sleep, we're here for health reasons! Do you want us to die from sleep deprivation?" Jinx says (well, lies) accusingly, pointing her finger at him to add to the dramatic affect.

The usher looks immensely guilty and scandalized. "But your snoring was disturbing—" he protests weakly.

But it doesn't stop us.

"--As if half those people were even paying attention!"

"—not OUR fault the movie sucks!" Jinx argues.

At this point, our poor bespectacled usher runs away from us crying. Jinx and I turn to each other.

"Well, he's got to learn to stand up for himself," Jinx shrugs. "This will be a good lesson for him. We've done him a favor."

We are both unconvinced by this argument, and I feel kind of guilty for making him cry, and I can tell that Jinx does too. But we were both so caught up in the injustice of it all…

…that we turn and head back to the theatre before the manager of the place personally intercepts us and escorts us out the door.

"Well, your popcorn is crap anyway!" Jinx yells as she throws the red-striped box that says 'Best popcorn in the world!' at the manager, who narrowly dodges it and turns back to his duties.

Jinx looks unsatisfied, so her eyes glow pink and he comically trips over his own feet, and straight into the janitor's cleaning cart, his butt landing in the dirty mop water.

Then we walk away from the theater as quickly as we can, hoping to avoid the questioning gaze of all the other Friday-night moviegoers.

About a block away, we stop and look at each other. "Well, that was a successful date," I say, and we both laugh.

"Most definitely," Jinx agrees sarcastically. "How about we try again tomorrow?"

I nod. "Alright. I'll pick you up at 3:00. Sound good?"

Jinx nods and I kiss her goodnight.

Jinx

Date With Kid Flash, Attempt 2

"I'm glad we got here early," Kid Flash, currently Wally West, says as he looks around at the half-filled Star City Baseball Stadium.

"I didn't know you liked baseball," I smile at him, pulling my Star City Speedsters hat lower over my pink hair.

"I didn't until they named this team after me," he responds as we walk down the stairs closer to the field. "But now I love it. Every once in a while, I make an appearance as Kid Flash. It's a promotional thing," he adds when he sees me looking at him skeptically. "Want to watch batting practice?"

I nod and we walk closer to home plate.

"So, what're the other perks of being the Fastest Boy Alive?" I ask him playfully as the (kind of cute) starting first baseman, Ryan Morris steps up to the plate and starts swinging, smiling broadly at the spectators between home-run hits. The opposing team, the Gotham City Knights, shoot him nasty looks after every hit.

I feel a gust of wind and Wally returns, 6 hot dogs in hand. "Free hot dogs whenever I want 'em," he smiles between bites, handing me one. "And I have a lot of say in what goes on in the team."

"Is that all?" I laugh as I take a bite.

"Nah, I get free admission to just about everything," he continues, holding out two fingers as he counts off the benefits of being a superhero. "Plus I get paid for every mission I do as an Honorary Titan. The Titans are paid for by Jump City," he explains before continuing. "And I also free stuff, tons of fanmail, bragging rights and all the girls."

I can feel myself blush a little so I put my hand on his shoulder and give him yet ANOTHER shock, just because I like to.

He winces then smiles at me and we turn to watch pre-game warm-ups again.

Ryan Morris hits another ball with all the poise in the world. I lose sight of it after it disappears behind the back wall of the stadium. Then he turns to the crowd again and then his eyes lock on me and he smiles.

I laugh a little in spite of myself.

"What?" Wally asks as he downs his 4th hot dog.

"I think the first baseman likes me," I chuckle. His head snaps around so fast that I'm worried it'll come off.

And, sure enough, Ryan Morris pulls a sharpie from the pocket of his warm-up jacket and signs a clean white ball before stowing the pen back in his jacket. Then he points directly to me with his finger in a manner very reminiscent of Babe Ruth and smiles.

He tosses the ball about a foot in front of him and gives it a small hit, and sure enough, it lands right in my open hand. He winks when I catch it and then returns to batting practice.

I look down at the ball in my hands and Wally peeks in over my shoulder. Then I feel his body spas a little.

On the ball is written in a messy, barely legible: 653-9216

Next to me, Wally is speaking at superspeed and I can barely make out what he's saying.

"Stupidlittlepunkneedstobetaughtalessongottatalktohimandremindhimthatsnowaytotreatafanhowinappropriateandrudelittlelosergonnarunhimdown—"

When his body starts to convulse angrily and he looks as if he's about to blow his identity and take Ryan Morris down, I wrap my arm around his shoulder and lead him as far away from the stadium as possible. I can't help but laugh as he continues to spas and spew threats at super-speed.

…When I return to watch another Speedsters game the next week, I am not surprised to see a confused and deflated-looking Ryan Morris benched for "inappropriate interactions with the fans," not the coach's idea.

Date With Jinx, Attempt 3

"Wally, where are we?" she asks me for the thousandth time as I lead her through throngs of people before coming to a stop.

"You'll see," I respond with a grin, and then I lift my hands off of Jinx's eyes. She looks around and then turns to me, an equally big smile on her face.

"I love carnivals!" she says before taking me by the hand and leading me directly to the bumper cars.

"I thought you would," I respond with a laugh as we join the line and wait our turn.

Half an hour later, we have covered not only the bumper cars, but the Tilt-A-Whirl, the SuperCrazyFastAndFun and Drop of Death rollercoasters, the Fun House and Whack-A-Mole booth (where I won Jinx a giant chicken, thanks to my super-fast reflexes).

"You hungry?" Jinx asks me as she happily repositions her giant chicken in her arms.

I nod. "Of course," I respond, and she laughs.

"Let's get some dinner, then," she suggests, and we walk over to the concessions stand. There is a loooong line in front us but we both know that now is a good time to talk, to be the girlfriend-and-boyfriend.

"So, you having fun?" I ask her and she chooses to kiss me instead of answer.

And it's all ruined when the lady in front us, accompanied by her husband, turns around.

"Wally!"

Oh, God. I recognize that voice. Please don't be…

Jinx and I break apart and we turn to face the lady who addressed me. I groan.

It is.

"Hi, Aunt Iris," I say meekly. And then I brace myself for the impending doom. It was fun while it lasted, Jinx.

"What a coincidence! I didn't know you'd be here tonight," Aunt Iris says with a big cheesy grin that is totally against her hard-headed reporter nature.

My Uncle Barry turns around and joins in. Jinx breaks into a fit of silent laughter as Iris theatrically pinches my cheeks.

"And look, Iris, he brought his lady friend with him," Barry joins in. I'm sad to say that he isn't acting. Jinx stops laughing immediately.

"You must be Jinx!" Iris says, ignoring Jinx's outstretched hand and hugging her instead. Jinx looks to me in alarm, and I mouth, 'Don't worry, I told them. He's the Flash.'

When Iris stands up straight again, Barry holds out his hand and introduces himself. "Nice to meet you, Jinx," he says in a stately manner, and I suddenly feel the need to go drown myself. I'd run away, but he can run just as fast as I can so it would be useless.

We're at their mercy.

"We've heard so much about you from Wally here," Iris says, her face fixed in a maniacal grin. For the record, she is never this crazy. She's a star journalist, very cunning and good at getting what she wants. And right now, she would love nothing more than to embarrass the hell out of me. "He thinks so highly of you."

Then Jinx smirks and looks over at me. "Does he?"

"Yes, he never stops talking about you," Barry replies, putting on a high-pitched voice that he thinks sounds like mine. Oh crap. "'She's so beautiful, Uncle Barry, and she's so smart, and funny! And she's different from all those other girls! She's a vision!"

I groan and try to hide my face as my Aunt Iris keeps grinning at me as if she were the freaking Cheshire Cat. I will get her for this later.

And now it's Jinx's turn to look like a crazy person. She raises an eyebrow and looks at me challengingly. "Oh, really? I'm a vision? And who're these 'other' girls, Wally?"

Before I can protest, Iris cuts in. "Oh, all the girls are after him, but he's never liked anyone nearly as much as you," she says matter-of-factly. "And I can see why," Iris finishes. She gives me a mischievous grin before putting an arm on Jinx's shoulder and walking with her through the line.

As they talk a few feet in front of us, Barry looks over to me and says, "She's the reformed HIVE girl, isn't she?" I nod.

"But she's different, Barry," I tell him as I watch on in horror as Iris pulls out her wallet and opens it, revealing to Jinx a large selection of my baby pictures. "She's not like that anymore. And since when does Aunt Iris act like...well…that?" I cringe a little as Iris bursts out laughing at some 3-year-old-Wally-running-through-the-house-naked story that she told Jinx, who looks a little frightened but unsuccessfully stifling a laugh just the same.

"She's just trying to get to know your lady friend," Barry says with a smile that's definitely hiding something as we get to the front of the line.

"Next!" calls the cashier, and I jump at the opportunity.

"Jinx! That's us!" And I rush forward, grab her hand, and cut in front of Barry and Iris, ignoring that they were in front of us. "Four slices of pepperoni, please, and two Cokes," I tell the cashier as fast as I can. "And make it fast, if you can," I add and he grumbles.

But even super-speed won't help us.

"Sorry, Aunt Iris, Uncle Barry, we'd better get going," I tell them as the guy hands us our food and drinks. "We have to—um—go on the Ferris wheel," I finish weakly.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you, Jinx," Barry says, smiling, as he shakes Jinx's hand again. Iris hugs her.

"Yeah, it was nice meeting you too, Mr. Flas—um, Mr. Allen," Jinx responds as she regains air in her lungs after a monster Iris Allen hug.

"See you later, guys," I tell them as I grab Jinx's hand and lead her as far away from there as I can.

And just as we're 15 feet away, I hear Aunt Iris call in her most ridiculously high-pitched, motherly voice, "Don't forget to use protection!"

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH crap.

It seems as if everything stops. Heads turn to stare at us, and I can hear a bunch of people starting to burst out laughing.

"How good does super-speed sound right now?" I ask Jinx in a whisper.

"Like a vision," quotes Jinx in an equally hushed and mortified voice, and when people turn their heads and blink, I scoop her up and run off in superspeed.

Meanwhile, back at the carnival, Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry continue to talk.

"D'you think she'll stick around after that?" Iris asks, her voice back to its normal cutting-edge-reporter sharpness, but grinning all the same.

"I don't know, he seems pretty serious about her," Barry replies. There's a pause. "20 bucks says he won't look her in the eye for a week."

"30 says she'll recap it all to Raven, and Wally will 'forget' to call us next week."

"You're on," Barry laughs, and they shake hands.

Date With Kid Flash, Attempt 4

"JINX! JINX! DO YOU WANT SOMETHING TO EAT?" I scream at Jinx, my hands over my ears. She turns to me, covering her ears as well, her eyes trying to find me in the blacklight.

"WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY? DO I WANT A MUFFIN TO BEAT? WHAT THE HECK?" she screams back, trying to raise her voice above the music.

"NO! I SAID, DO YOU WANT SOMETHING TO EAT?" I temporarily remove one of my hands to mimic eating.

"OH, NO THANKS," she shouts. "GREAT CONCERT, HUH?"

I nod my head. It's a clear, warm night at the Star City Amphitheatre, where a local death metal band is giving a celebratory concert in honor of getting their first record deal. The Amphitheatre isn't huge, just a stage and room for about 1,000 people to watch, all enclosed by a white-washed concrete coliseum-type structure. Everyone here is in costume—according to Jinx, it's a tradition with the band, all of whom wear heavy makeup and wigs in a style very reminiscent of KISS, that only people in costume are admitted to the concert.

So we decided that we'd dress up as ourselves—Jinx and Kid Flash, checking out the local band (whose weird name I'm not even going to try to pronounce) that's going to be covering the tabloids in a year. Or at least, that's what we tell the people who compliment our "really authentic-looking costumes".

As if on cue, another music lover dressed as General Zod from the second Superman movie looks over at us and screams, "GREAT COSTUMES!"

"THANKS!" we yell back in unison as we push our way through the crowds of Darth Vader's and pirates and Don Corleone's and Bono's, all of whom are dancing more and more crazily as we get closer to the stage.

And when we can't push our way any further, the next song starts up.

"OOH! THIS IS MY FAVORITE!" Jinx bellows to me, but I can't hear it over the amplifiers, which are about 15 feet away.

"WHAT? WHAT'D YOU SAY?" I yell. I feel like my nearly-deaf grandpa, or something.

"I SAID, THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG! DO YOU WANT TO DANCE?" and then she spins around dancing to act out her words. Then I get it.

"SURE."

So we start dancing like all the other weirdos out there, because hey, it's a concert. The mosh pit at the front of the stage grows bigger and bigger and finally engulfs us, but we're lucky and don't get caught in it or beaten up. And then suddenly, as we're dancing all close to each other, a ray of hope descends upon me; maybe this will be like a normal date, with no interruptions or embarrassing moments or stupid athletes hitting on my girlfriend or—

"HEY! WHAT THE HECK!" I scream as I feel my feet being lifted off the ground. I look down and see that I have been hoisted onto the shoulders of a guy and a girl, one in a cloak and hood who looks suspiciously like Raven (but whose face I can't see because as it is hidden), and a guy dressed like Yoda.

"ROCK ON!" they yell before passing me off to another pair of hands, and suddenly I'm changing hands on top of the mosh pit.

"KID FLASH! KID FLASH!" I can't hear it, but I can see that Jinx, too, has now been lifted up and onto the crowd.

"I DON'T THINK THIS IS WORKING," I yell to her as we're passed off between people, slowly being pulled farther away from each other.

She nods her head (or maybe she's just being bounced up and down a lot) and mouths back "NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!" And then I lose sight of her as we drift away, the music still going strong in the background.


Date with Kid Flash, Attempt 5

"You know, I think this might be our best date yet," Jinx says as she artfully cartwheels backwards, meanwhile carefully placing an upwards kick under the chin of one of the muggers.

"I whole-heartedly agree," I tell her. I use my momentum to propel me towards the other two who were trying to escape while we took out their buddies. "Hey, watch out," I warn her, as another one slips his arms around her neck from behind in an attempt to strangle her.

She struggles a little but manages to grab the back of his collar and pulls him over her shoulder. Before he lands, I spin-kick another guy towards the guy she just flipped, and with a snap of her fingers they collide and are knocked cold.

"Thanks for the warning," she says before spin-kicking another mugger and then picking up his unconscious body. "We really should do this more often."

"How about Wednesday night?" I ask her as the last guy tries to put up a fight. I catch up to him, grab his gun, and hold it out in front of it as Jinx sends a wave of hex energy to snap it in half, the unused falling to the ground from the middle. He looks scared, gives up, and I gather them all up, shoulder-to-shoulder, tying right shoelaces to the left shoelaces of the bandit next to them, and binding their hands behind them with handcuffs. I don't have enough to keep them all, so I employ the same technique and cuff right and left hands together. Then Jinx melts the soles of their shoes to the ground and we leave them for the police.

"Sure," she finally smiles at me, dusting off her hands and admiring our work. "It's a date."

Part one of the Night of Updates is now complete! Stay tuned for a few more chappies to be signed, sealed, and delivered tonight! I'm not sure how many I'll be adding, but rest assured this isn't the last you'll be hearing of me tonight.

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