Hi again! I was so surprised at the attention my story got! I couldn't wait to type this next chapter, but with school I had lots on my schedule.

So I'm posting this now.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Titans. But sometimes I like to pretend I do...

*From Jinx's POV*

As I hear the sound of the thick metal door closing, I see that

once again I find myself alone, with my tablet in my lap. The only difference is that

this time I'm not bothered with the sounds of my annoying teammates.

They kind of grow on you after awhile. Either that or I need to get out more.

Probably the second one.

Well actually, that's not the only difference. Instead of drawing random things like I usually do, I'm drawing up a game plan.

Yes, a game plan. Which has so far turned out to be a bunch of scribbles, a picture of Spongebob, and a drawing of a sandwich wich reminds me of the fact that I missed lunch. And it's hard to think on an empty stomach. As I get up to go fix myself a sandwich I think about my game plan.

It's kind of weird for me to be making a game plan when I don't even know what game we're playing. Maybe its a word game, or a mind game. Or maybe its a game of wits or something. Well if it does happen to be a game of wits I have a huge advantage over Kid Flash. Speak of the devil. As I find myself laughing at this I didn't even notice the idiot standing right next to me. That is until he took the sandwich I had spent the last two minutes making.

"You know for an evil person, you make pretty good sandwiches". He says, as he talks with his mouth full of my sandwich. Apparently, I haven't learned anything about dealing with a speedster, because as I run over to choke the living stuffing out of him, after a flash of yellow and red, I smack straight into the wall.

As I'm getting ready to run at him with another, probably pointless attack, He hold up his hands.

"Stop. Touch me, and the sandwich gets it."

"What sandwich! You ate everything except the plate!"

"Strike that. Touch me, and the plate gets it."

"This is for my sandwich!" I scream as I tackle him to the ground. " This is for not putting enough mustard!" He screams, as he somehow manages to pin me down. No superspeed included. Now I'm fuming mad as he sits on top of me, flipping through my notebook.

Looking at my personal drawings. Actually looking and laughing. And then I remember. I have powers. And I bet he wished he had remembered when my hex threw him off me and slammed him into the couch, which then flipped over with a little help from me.

" You seem happy for someone who looked so worried last week."

Yep. Last week. It has been a whole seven days since Kid Flash last bothered me. This has to be some kind of record for him. To bad good times like that never last.

"Yeah well..umm...you see that was..." he trails off as he starts blushing.

"Well. I'm waiting." The fact that explaining this makes him uncomfortable makes it even more enjoyable for me.

"Well, I had a robbery in one of my sectors. It was Rouge." He says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh." I say, like its nothing. But he had a good reason to be nervous. I would be nervous too if a level ten villain hated my guts. I'd be a lot more than nervous. I'd probably be dead.

"I thought she was in jail." I manage to say, scanning him for any signs of injuries.

"Oh she was, but she broke out. Probably to try to find me."

I begin to wonder how is he still alive when he starts talking again.

"But it was really easy to beat her. It didn't even take ten minutes. I don't even think this time she was trying to kill me ."

"Well, you sure were nervous. Could it be possible that the Kid Flash is scared of Madame Rouge?"

"What!No! I am not scared of her. She doesn't even really bother me anymore."

"Well that's weird, because she seemed to take a special interest in you ever since you got away."

Once again he starts blushing.

"Oh thats not good. I'm flattered and all, but I'm only fifteen and she's like, old. And I mean really, really,really, really old..."

"Not that kind of special interest you nimrod!" I can't help but laughing.

So much for my game plan. Maybe this is part of his plan. Distracting me. And somehow he's going to turn this conversation into one of his flirting moments. And then he'll leave. Leave me, feeling confused. The way I always feel when he's done talking with me.

But this time thats all going to change. I will win this.

"So, where's the rest of your team?" He asks, rocking back and forth on the heel of his boots.

" This time I'm asking the questions." I say, making my first attempt at trying to turn the tables.

"Okay. Ask away."

Of course something just had to happen when it became my turn to be in control.

The loud crash was so sudden. As I turn to see what has just made a giant hole in my team's headquarters, his expression stops me.

Fear. He seems paralyzed with fear. Not just the normal kind, but the kind you get when you see your life flash before your very eyes.

When I finally somehow work up the courage to look at whatever has caused his fear, I see her. Rouge.

We have a new player in our games. Except I get the feeling that neither me or Kid Flash are gonna make it out these games with our lives.

Dramatic turn of events! But we all saw this coming. Like I always say: Where there's a brightly colored speedster there's an angry, stretchy Russian lady bent on killing him.

Thanks for reading, and even more thanks to every one who reviewed, followed and favorited my story.