Here we are in chapter three, nothing to say really, so let's recap:

Last time:

The former Titans were reunited for a meal in a fancy restaurant, paid for (unwittingly) by the Justice League. Just as Jonn began to lay into Charly he severed contact and suggested they all go clubbing.

Now, today's chapter:

Rich stepped back from the car to allow Kori out again, they had both changed out of their formal garb into more casual clothing for the night of dancing and socialising ahead.

'I am glad Charly told us to bring extra clothing, I do not want to imagine trying to dance in that dress.' Kori confided, taking Rich's proffered arm and walking to stand with the others, all of whom were waiting in their own casual clothes.

All the male members of the group now sported jeans and a t-shirt of varying designs. Gar's was a simple, refined green number; Vic sported a non-descript blue t-shirt. Rich's was a red shirt with a small logo on the left breast pocket. Charly's offering was not much different from his day-to-day wear, a black t-shirt underneath an open purple shirt, which currently was flapping in the light summer breeze.

Tara had opted for a black skirt and a stylish yellow blouse-like shirt. Rachel's outfit was much the same, but with a slightly more intricately laced blue top. Kori had gone back to the mini-skirt and purple tank-top look, which she pulled off well.

'If we're all ready? Then let the night begin.' Charly pushed open the door for the others to enter the room. He stopped Tara as she walked past him.

'Tara, I know you don't like places like this, neither do I, so if you wanna skip out that's fine, I'll say goodbye to the guys and call it a night and we'll head to Rachel and Gar's.' The Logan's had let them stay for as long as they needed to, opening up an entire wing of the mansion for the two.

'It's ok, you can stay if you want to, I can get myself back if I want to leave.' She planted a kiss on his lips.

'You sure?' Charly enquired, trying to cover his gratitude in case it was premature.

'Sure. You don't have to worry about me.' Tara began to enter the club.

'You're the best.' Charly shouted over the music after her.

Inside, the music was so loud it was impossible to hear anything else and the flashing lights made it difficult to focus on any one spot for too long. Bodies pressed together, writhing and swaying hypnotically to the music like some malformed behemoth creature of less than intelligent design.

'What possesed me to suggest coming here?' Charly said to himself, his words lost in the music.

'You wanted everyone to enjoy themselves tonight. The majority of the team enjoys this atmosphere. You're clever.' Knowledge affronted him, slipping in a quick compliment for himself.

'If I'm so clever, how come you forgot we aren't a 'team' anymore?' Charly snidely asked, grinning. There was no answer.

He made his way over to the bar and found the others, minus Kori and Rich, who had gone off to dance in the throng, and began asking each what they wanted to drink.

'Nothing for me, I don't drink.' Gar replied, waving the offer away.

'Something with martini in it.' Rachel told him, trying to hand him a $10 bill. He declined, prefering to buy them all himself.

Vic ordered a JD. Straight.

'I'll just have a bacardi and coke, I'm gonna jet afterwards. Feels like I'm coming down with something.' Tara told him. He put his arm around her and leaned in so she could hear him better.

'You ok? You don't have a fever.' He looked into her eyes, his own sparkling with worry.

'They sparkle with everything, they even sparkle with sorrow. God they're beautiful.' Tara's mind yelled.

'I'll be fine, just a little tired I guess. You can stay, really, I don't mind.' She confided, slipping from his embrace and moving back to the bar.

Charly watched her go, still worried. He trusted her judgement though, if she said she'd be fine it must be true. She was his rock. He moved to the bar and called the kid working it over.

'Yeah, I'll have a bacardi and coke, vodka martini, a water, a JD and finally a Baileys. thanks.' He told the guy.

'We're out of baileys I'm afraid.' The kid replied instantly.

'You utter bar-steward. Another martini then, please.' He smiled, handing over the cash.

'There you go, sir.' The kid somehow managed to place all five drinks onto the bar at once before grabbing the money and handing Charly his change.

'Oh, dude,' Insecurity yelled from his head, 'He called us 'Sir', Oh man, we must look old!'

'We are old. Older than him anyway. He must only just have hit 18.' Charly thought, loudly.

After grabbing the drinks he made his way back to where his friends were stood, handing each their respective glasses.

'I know you declined, but I got you water anyway.' Charly told Gar, handing him a glass.

For a while they simply stood, occasionally drinking, staring into the crowd of people until finally Tara set her empty glass on the bar and began to say her goodnights.

Charly followed her to the door, still a little worried about her.

'I told you, stay with the guys, have fun, I'll be ok.' She smiled at his concern, taking her coat from his outstreched arm. 'Thanks'

With that she left the club, leaving Charly looking stranded and alone just inside the door. He made a decision and rushed back to his friends, uttering hurried goodbyes and promises of doing this again sometime. He was about to sprint out of the door when he barrelled into something. Or rather someone.

'Hey, watch where you're going jer... Charly?' The woman he had plowed into was none other than Jinx, more mature looking now, the bubblegum pink hair was now confined to pink highlights in a straight, light brown. Her dress sense hadn't changed much, however, she was sporting a strange mixture of striped and plain garments. She pulled it off quite well.

'Jinx? Hey,' Charly was confused from the collision and the sudden meeting with someone he hadn't seen or heard from in years, 'How's it going?'

'Not bad, I just got a job here so I'm out checking out the nightlife. Y'know, the nightlife that doesn't involve breaking and entering charges.' She smiled at him. He returned the grin. 'So what brings you back here?' She asked, flipping off some girl who bumped her on her way past. 'I heard you were with the Justice league now.'

Charly didn't catch the last part due to a swelling in the volume of the music and asked her to repeat herself.

'You wanna go somewhere a bit quieter and catch up?' She asked him, already taking his arm and draggin him to the door.

'Well, I was going to...' he began to protest, but something stopped him '...Sure, why not.'

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The small coffee shop they finally arrived at was dimly lit and a little depressing. Charly had been here many times when the Titans were still around, just to get away from everything.

Grabbing a table in a corner they sat and Jinx began the conversation again.

'So, as I said, I heard you were with the Justice League now. Couldn't get out of the game, huh?' She joked.

'I didn't want to go back to a normal life, y'know? Not when mine sucked so badly.' Charly told her. 'What about you? What are you doing with yourself?'

For a moment or two Jinx had a strange, faraway look in her eyes, then she shook her head and smiled.

'A friend of mine is starting a business in the city, just a little place like this,' she gestured around, 'she offered me a job and I get to live above the shop, so rent isn't a problem.'

'Sounds good,' He noticed she wasn't looking at him and followed her eyeline to a man's pocket, where a bulging wallet was pratically falling out, 'Jinx!' He snapped his fingers in front of her, bringing her back to the present. He grinned sheepishly at his reprimanding look.

'Sorry, old habits.' She tried to hide a slight blush.

Charly spotted a slight fluctuation in her manner and her energy. Something he was quite familiar with.

'Jinx, have you been drinking?' He asked.

She nodded.

'Wow, she hides it well.' Someone said inside his head. He nodded mentally but still thought the best thing he could would be to help her.

'Come on, kid, I'm taking you home.' He told her, helping her up.

It was as though simply because he had noticed, her drunkeness had increased in intensity.

He out his arm round her to act as support and they left the dingy cafe.

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'Well, this is the place.' Jinx slurred her words slightly and had almost fallen many times on the way to the apartment. She had some trouble with the key until Charly took it from her and opened the door.

She stumbled in and through to an adjacent room, yelling back to him.

'Help yourself to anything in the fridge, I'll be out in a sec.'

Charly sat on the small sofa and looked around. A small apartment, but not tiny, big enough for one person to live in comfortably. The decoration was clearly already done when Jinx moved in. A bland beige all over, with hardwood floors.

It was a while before she reemerged from what Charly assumed was the bedroom. He blushed slightly when he noticed she had slipped out of her clothes and into a thin robe which wasn't much longer than the tiny skirt she had been wearing.

'Do you want a drink? I was gonna get myself a glass of water, you want?' She asked him, smiling oddly.

'Uh, sure. Thanks.' He answered, even though she had already got two glasses and filled them from a nearby tap.

'Here ya go.' She passed him the glass, but not without sloshing some of her own down herself. 'Whoops!' She giggled, rubbing at the wet patch dangerously close to her nipple. Charly averted his eyes, out of politeness, he told himself. He was blushing madly.

He took a long swig from the glass, draining it in one gulp, and set it on the small coffee table in front of him. He noticed that Jinx was staring at him intensely, a slight grin creeping over her features.

'Wait,' Knowledge yelled in his head, 'there was something in that water that shouldn't have been there.' Charly's eyes widened in realisation.

Jinx was acting, very well, and had managed to spike his drink when he wasn't watching. He began to lose focus, slipping in and out of lucidity.

'Jinx? What did you do?' He asked, closing his eyes to stop the room from spinning.

'Don't worry, that'll only last a second,' she whispered in his ear, 'after that you won't remember a thing.'

With that Charly left himself. He thought he had blacked out but he could tell he was still awake. Something terrible was happening. He heard Jinx's voice from far off.

'Lets have some fun, C.'

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Charly awoke in an unfamiliar place, with a pounding headache, which didn't help his memories at all. His memories were themselves the problem, or rather the lack of his memories was the problem.

He rolled over in the unfamiliar bed and recoiled in shock and horror when he spotted Jinx lying next to him, leaning on one elbow and grinning hugely.

'Good morning, stud.' She purred.

Something in Charly's head snapped to attention, his mind trying to force his memories of last night to the forefront. Almost everyone in his head was in shock. Bar one, Knowledge.

'Oh shit.'

Ah, cliffies, aren't they great?

Nothing to say really, except keep reading.

Thanks.

Reamis, out.