CyJinx Hijinx

I AM SO SORRY. I should've posted this AGES ago. I've been busy with Of Myths and Legends (forum), webcomics (I could list about 20 I'm reading and about 20 more to read at a later date), and other stories (namely Shadows into Nights, currently logging in at about 37,000 words).

I'll try not to do this again. But it'll probably happen anyways. Does the "witty" name make up for it?

NOTE

Jinx's name is from the Legendverse, started by LegendMaker. I doubt they care that I'm using it, if any of them actually read this. Give credit where credit is due and all that.

Additionally, Troika comes from the Legendverse as well.

GO READ LEGENDMAKER'S STUFF, CRUD-MUNCHERS!

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Jinx's thoughts

Jinx's "shoulder angel"

Jinx's "shoulder devil"

H.A.E.Y.P. ...

It was in her room that Jinx lay about, thinking.

So he was just using me. Huh. And here I was thinking I actually had someone to...

What? Love? Hah. You're evil, hun. You don't need love. It just slows you down.

Ignore her, Llarenes. Stone was not using you.

I thought you couldn't lie, goody-goody.

I can't. Stone never used Llarenes. Cyborg did.

Okay. First, when you two are fighting and you exclude me, I feel awkward. Second, Stone and Cyborg are the same person!

That's where you're wrong. Cyborg is a Titan, through and through. Stone, however, is the personality beneath the surface. Stone hated what Cyborg was doing.

You're not helping.

When you put on the suit, you're almost completely different, am I right?

Ummm... yeah...

Oh, look at me and all my psychoanalytical shit.

Why do I put up with you?

Yin and yang, 'natch.

I'll send you flying.

Gizmo entered the room, Mammoth crouched down behind him.

"She's looking at her shoes again," Mammoth said.

"Ugh. I hate it when she gets like this. It takes her forever to snap out of it, and usually she has some stupid decision she's hellbent on doing. If that stupid crud-muncher blows us off, Ms. Kane will be pissed!" Gizmo shouted.

Ah, CRAP. I didn't even get an idea as what to do! DAMN IT.

Next time you see him, go after Stone. In a nice way.

I hate you people. At least scr-

Jinx sat up, deciding to ignore the other conscience's message.

"What is it that's so important that you'd barge into my room for it? Gizmo, I don't have your stupid Dragon Ball DVDs. Go away," Jinx hissed.

"We got an assignment. Some Moriarty guy is hiring for a special gun made by Wayne Industries. There's a bank in Jump City holding it. It's some kinda arm attachment gun. No failures, you crud-munchers," Gizmo replied, with equal venom.

This could work to your advantage.

"Alright, but I get the tin man when the Titans show up. You just keep the others off my ass," Jinx ordered.

"No way! Tin man's MY prey. I'll kick his sorry ass to the Burning Crusade this time!" Gizmo cackled.

"Enough World of Warcraft crap. I get Cyborg, or there's no deal. I know you have an endless supply of gadgets in that backpack of yours, which means you probably have the proper gadgets to take out the other Titans. You at least have an endless supply or porn, you little pervert," Jinx spat.

"STUPID SNOT-MUNCHING, PRIVACY INVADING, ZIT LICKER!" Gizmo shouted.

"Shout as many childish insults as you want. Cyborg is mine," Jinx replied, walking out.

"Woppah," Mammoth snickered.

"There will be no Mammoth Jr., crud-muncher," Gizmo muttered.

A small spider-leg emerged from his pack and lashed out into Mammoth's groin. As part of a recent code that passed, Mammoth was unarmed due to the steel cup all males were required to wear. Sure it was uncomfortable, as Mammoth did groan in severe pain, but it ensured more little villains running about.

Gizmo was growling darkly as he and Mammoth followed Jinx.

Wayne Industries...

One of the many outlets was located in Jump City. None of the Titans except Robin knew why Bruce would have one of his labs where the Titans resided. It was so Batman would have an excuse to check on Robin. Robin didn't much care for that, but he put up with it. Not much he could do about it, anyways.

The Troika floated up, each attached to a strange pack that put out a bit of smoke every so often.

"Okay, the gun is on this level," Gizmo whispered.

"Window cat," Jinx whispered.

Gizmo nodded as he handed Jinz special gloves. Jinx put them on and grabbed the panel. Claws emerged from the gloves, but instead of cutting out a hole, as goes that cliche, the claws turned red with energy, then the window dissipated into smoke. The three baddies then floated through the window and Gizmo pulled out what looked like a lightsaber hilt.

It shot off a quiet beam that hit the opposite wall. Suddenly, the laser grid appeared. Jinx smiled. A challenge. She weaved through the grid with major expertise until she reached the object in the center of the room. A vault of sorts was surrounded by pure glass, with lasers focused on it.

Jinx snickered, then used the window cat to the melt the glass, then the vault. She smiled as she picked up the arm-attaching gun. Jinx clipped it to her arm for safe-keeping and weaved through the grid. She gave a thumb up to the guys, and they all took off. That's when the starbolt decimated Jinx's jetpack, causing her to spiral to the ground, out of control.

"ATTACK!" Gizmo roared.

He and Mammoth shot for the building top to deal with the other Titans.

Jinx was pleasantly surprised when she found herself in Cyborg's arms instead of a pancake on the ground. Then her eyes shone brilliantly as Cyborg slipped on something and fell on his rear.

"Nice shot, Llarenes," Cyborg said, getting up cautiously.

Jinx stopped.

He knows my name?

Must be interested in you.

Interested in second base, anyways.

Be silent, fool.

Hush.

"She's staring at her shoes again," Cyborg muttered.

Jinx snapped up, then walked over to Cyborg.

"Have you ever considered sticking with H.A.E.Y.P.? You'd be quite useful for the bad guy regime," Jinx said.

"Sorry, but I have my morals in the way, sorry. You ever considered going good? I'd welcome you willingly, in any case," Cyborg replied.

"Sorry, tiger. But I like being a bad girl. And somewhere deep beneath that shiny metal torso, you like it too," Jinx said, tapping his chest.

Cyborg smirked.

"So, do we really need to fight?" Jinx asked.

"Nah. I'd rather talk. You doin' anything Friday?"

"We kinda stick out in a crowd."

"Holo-ring."

"True enough. No, I'm not."

"Let's see a movie."

"It's a date."

"Now we can fight."

Jinx smiled as her eyes shone a brilliant pink as Cyborg got ready. She'd go easy on him.

Whoever tells you that you can have any girl or guy was never placed in Jinx or Cyborg's position. It's Silverbolt Blackarachnia Syndrome! Or, for you non-nerds, Romeo Juliet Syndrome.