Maybe

A/N: So this is my first Jinx chapter. I have a deep love for bad girls with soft spots for good boys. So of course I love Jinx. Anyway this one is um… a little different from some of my other Jinx based pieces. Why? Well you'll just have to read it and find out. By the way make sure you check out the ending author's note for a warning on the next few chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. I also don't own Kelly Clarkson's song Maybe I'm just borrowing the lyrics for inspiration.

I should know better than to touch the fire twice
But I'm thinking maybe, yeah maybe you might

Maybe, love maybe

Kelly Clarkson

Jinx wasn't too sure when things had changed. Wasn't sure when that tide had turned, that moon had waned, that star had fallen. She wasn't too sure when her feelings for him had twisted, turned, morphed into something else. Something that was beyond her control.

He drove her crazy at first. He was too damn perky, too damn happy, and too damn smiley. He reminded her of the toothpaste commercials, where the actors plasters on some cheesy grin for the camera, as if his minty breath made him all bright smiles and bright eyes. Honestly who smiled that much? Who in his or her right mind was that darn happy all the damn time? Was he on drugs? Had he discovered the secret of life? Cause if not he had no reason to smile so much, especially around her.

He'd followed her everywhere. He kept brushing aside her comments about restraining orders against stalkers, claiming that it was simply coincidence or Divine Providence that kept throwing him into her path, into her life, into the same place all the time. She'd be a cheerleader before she fell for that malarkey though. She knew what he was doing. He was following her, trying to make sure she was making good on her promise to be "good". And she was, truly and honestly she was.

She was still herself. She still caused mischief, still caused a little chaos and havoc now and then. She just did so with less malicious intent, and more…jocularity. She also kept a low profile, never straying too far from the places where she was less likely to be noticed and less likely to attract trouble. She was still Jinx though. She just wasn't playing for the Dark Side anymore. She minded her own damn business as much as humanly possible, something she sorely wished her vexatious, chipper, and incredibly chatty speedster of a baby sitter would do.

Didn't the chatterbox have better things to do? Didn't he have kittens and old ladies to save? Or a bank robber to catch? Didn't he have a job to do somewhere else, far far away from her?

She eventually learned to ignore him, although drowning out his pestiferous drivel on why she should move to Titans Tower, or the shape of that cloud right there and the questions about why the color chartreuse looked as nasty as it sounded, took a lot of time and self-restraint. Soon enough though her was just her superhero stalker, her nettlesome red and gold shadow. She was able to ignore him much like one ignores a tic in their eye, a tickle in their throat, or a pebble in their shoe.

She noticed the change when she caught herself noticing his eyes, bluer than she'd ever thought was possible, they caught her, held her, pulled her in no matter how hard she tried to resist. She noticed the change when she began noticing how his smile seemed to get bigger, brighter, and warmer when he saw her. When she began looking for him in the museums, parks and other haunts of hers. She was sure of the change when she actually engaged in 'girl talk' with a reluctant Raven, an exuberant Starfire and a few other female Titans, seeking advice as to what in the world she should do. Too bad they weren't very helpful.

She tried to convince herself that it was nothing. That he was just an annoyance, a pest that wouldn't let her live in peace. He was nothing more than a friend, albeit one she sometimes wanted to toss over a bridge. Too bad the voice in the back if her mind, the one that sounded suspiciously like Jiminy Cricket and never shut up, said otherwise. It informed her, in its tauntingly snarky, insolent voice that while he may have been just a bothersome friend at first, the times they were changing. In fact, it continued, if she was completely candid with her self she was always a little overjoyed to see him scanning the park or museum for her shock of sweetly tinted china-pink hair. It tickled her, made her stomach flip as if she was on an elevator each time she caught him doing it.

She fought against the voice. Told it (even though she knew that talking back made her crazy) that she'd already traveled this road before. She'd taken this journey before, had already fallen for the good boy with the good intentions once. And the aftermath, which left her picking up the tattered, fragmented, torn pieces of her heart was enough the first time around, thank you very much. She wasn't planning on doing that again anytime soon. She wouldn't. She couldn't. Not even for him. No. No. No. She'd made the walls around her heart stronger after that first experience, and she was darn sure she wouldn't be knocking them down any time soon.

Too bad her resolve got weaker and weaker each time she saw him. And yet and still she stubbornly tried to resist. Tried to ignore the way she felt around him, tried to ignore the looks he was passing her way.

It wasn't until the day he shared his story with her that she stopped resisting. In the second between one important story and the next she allowed herself to let go. If he could open up so could she. She could break down the walls she could let him in. in one heart stopping second she was opening her soul to him.

That second was all the voice in her head needed. Because before she was truly aware of what was happening, she found herself leaning towards him, and gently placing a chaste kiss on his slightly shocked mouth.

'Maybe', she thought as he shifted with her, deepening the kiss, transforming it from something sweet to something more wanton, something stronger that resonated within her, sent shockwaves to her heart, 'maybe we could try this.'

A/N: So yeah. There it is folks, my Jinx and Kid Flash piece. I tried to make this a Cyborg and Jinx piece but it fought me every step of the way and finally I just gave up and let it be what it wanted to be. And now for my public service announcement: The next…one or two chapters will be…how do I say this…a little more mature than the current ones. Now before anyone asks (cause I know someone will anyway) there will be no smut, no lemons, nothing of the citrus variety. However they will deal with more mature themes like sexuality, as in I'm writing a girl/girl piece and don't want any flames for it or else and they will also deal with infertility in my own roundabout way. Any issues? Problems? Complaints? Then skip them.

Also I'm wondering if anyone would be willing to beta for me? Certain people (Doc) are not allowed to apply due to the fact that they never find fault with my work, but the rest of you could email me if you're truly interested. Thanks for reading all this.