Title: Leave Me To My Memories
Characters: Jinx, Kid Flash (Flinx)
Prompt: Scars
Word Count: 1002
Jinx laid in bed, the darkness consuming her. Normally, she'd be knocked out due to exhaustion, but tonight her thoughts were buzzing to the past. She stared at the fan on the ceiling, moving her eyes with the slow circles.
"What are you doing, Slowpoke?" a voice broke through her thoughts and most importantly the darkness. She glanced over to see the yellow clad speedster she had fallen so helplessly in love with. The boy who changed her world with the simplest of words: "Trust me."
"Thinking," Jinx answered absentmindedly, as she rolled her head fully to get a better look at him. Wally pulled off his costume, wearing nothing but his boxers, ones that were covered in the Flash symbol. Jinx rolled her eyes at his immaturity before moving her head to stare back up at the ceiling. He crawled into the bed beside her, his head resting on her shoulder.
"What are you thinking about?" Wally questioned innocently. Jinx rolled over to face the speedster, which resulted in his head falling to the soft cushion known as a pillow. Jinx moved a hand to his face as Wally watched her curiously. Her fingers traced the small scar on his cheek bone as a small smile graced her lips. Wally had told her the story behind the scar. How when he was younger he ran face first into a glass table, a tiny shard of glass entering his face. The small scar was barely visible now, hidden behind his freckles.
"The past," Jinx finally answered. The pink haired girl moved her hand to his chest, his heartbeat and curve of old scars resting against her fingertips.
"Why are you thinking about the past?" he questioned, his face twisting into worry.
"It's just one of those bad days. The one's where I question my existence or my loyalties," she said softly. Wally's face fell into a look of sincerity and sorrow. Every now and then Jinx would drop her walls and let her insecurities be heard, usually it was the darkness and emptiness of their room that she spoke to.
"Everyone has their scars, but they do not define you," the redhead whispered to her in reassurance. Jinx smiled, a dark gleam, that Wally recognized really well, in her eyes. Jinx sat up as Wally tried to follow her lead. The sorceress pushed him back onto his back before she straddled him.
"You know, even the oddest scar still hurt," Jinx smirked. She lightly kissed his cheek before moving down to his shoulder where a scar from a stray icicle, left by an ice villain he fought with the Flash was. She grabbed both of his hands before kissing his palms softly. She kissed the multiple scars on his chest before moving up and kissing his lips. Wally smirked before flipping both of them over. He hovered over her before kissing her lips.
"What was that for?"
"You got to kiss all my scars, I'm gonna kiss yours," he smiled. Jinx rolled her eyes before Wally kiss right at her hair line. Her head was slammed into the wall, blood trickling down her face. He kiss the scar on her neck. A knife pressed into her throat as she tried to get out to no avail. He kissed the scar on her shoulder. A stray bullet ripped through the air and through her skin as she let out a scream of pain. He moved down to her wrists. She struggled against her binds, the cold, gray chains digging into her wrists, creating a small pool of blood at her feet. He pressed his lips greedily into her palms, he knew the stories behind those scars. "Training is essential," Brother Blood repeated for what felt like the thousandth time. The young Jinx nodded as she watched the man stirred a pot. "You must train your body to endure anything that is thrown at you." Brother Blood grabbed Jinx's hand before letting it hover over an empty pot. He scooped what seemed to be melted wax out of the pot and poured it onto the girl's hand. The pink haired girl tried to retract her hand, but Brother Blood held it in place. She let out a pained whimper as Brother Blood continued to poured boiling wax onto her fragile skin. "You must endure the pain." He kissed the scars on her hips, carefully strategized lines that she created herself. He kissed her thighs lightly. A knife swiped across her thighs as she tried to hold in her screams of pain. Torture was suppose to be painful, she reminded herself. She just had to endure it little bit longer and her body would take over and slump with exhaustion.
"All better," Wally whispered, breaking Jinx out of her memories. She watched as Wally lifted a hand and wiped away what seemed to be a tear. "Come here." He laid beside her once again and held his arms wide open. Jinx rested her head on his chest as his arms wrapped securely around her.
"You know, they always say that the villains are so bad, but what they never say is how the villains were victims once," Jinx spoke softly, "Each villain has had something traumatic in their lives happen that made them turn to villainy. Villains are just victims whose stories haven't been told." Wally trailed his hand down her back, soothing her the best her could. "I mean it doesn't excuse the fact that they are hurting innocent people, but it at least explains it. We weren't always monsters."
"You're not a monster, nor a villain," Wally whispered.
"I'll always be a monster, no matter how much good I do, you can't erase the horrible things I did," Jinx replied.
"Then think of something once said in a great tv show: not all monsters do monstrous things," Wally spoke into her hair.
"I love you," she sighed, a laugh escaping her lips. Wally smiled at her before pulling her even closer to him.
