Despite all the complaints Jinx put up about being forced to learn to walk again, she secretly loved it. She paced herself while in front of Cyborg, of course, but on her own time? She practiced non-stop. In fact, it was two-thirty in the morning, and she now stood at the starting line in a crouch; one leg bent ninety degrees at the knee, the other behind her, just touching the ground by a toe. Her fingertips brushed the rough, textured floor as she counted down from three. Deep breath in. Two. Deep breath out. One. Deep breath in. Go! And she did, not with the shaky, wobbly walk of a few weeks ago, but with a flat-out sprint that Kid Flash would have envied. She was flying; she could practically hear the roar of the crowd. When she reached the finish, she glanced at the stopwatch in her hand. 13 seconds. Not bad.

The sound of clapping filled the room. Jinx whirled around, ready to attack, remembering Robin's stories about Slade. She relaxed considerably when she realized it was Cyborg. "I knew you've been holding back on me," he told her. Jinx just smiled. "We should both probably get some sleep, though," he yawned.

"Yeah, probably should," she agreed. With a smirk, she got a running start and did a perfect handspring to where her boyfriend was standing. He rolled his eyes.

"Showoff," he said, poking her in the side good-naturedly. Jinx grinned mischievously and pretended to fall over into his arms.

"Uh oh," she sighed. "Guess you're gonna have to carry me to my room?" Cyborg tried to drop her, but Jinx was prepared. She had wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly. She raised an eyebrow.

"You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want to get rid of me," she informed him.

"But why would I want to do that?" He asked in return, submitting to her wishes and carrying her to her room. Jinx smiled and nuzzled into his neck, silently swearing she was the luckiest girl on the planet.

Jinx blinked awake the next morning, not quite remembering where she was. Instead of the white ceiling and blinding lights of the infirmary, she was staring at a pink canopy over a queen-sized bed. Silently a grin spread across her face as she remembered the night before. "Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you," Cyborg had told her. By the time he'd gotten to it, she'd already dozed off. But looking around her now, she was almost glad she had. She now got to see her surprise in the light of morning, stained a rosy pink as it filtered through the curtains across a gigantic window.

"How did he manage to keep an entire construction project secret from me?" Jinx wondered, looking around at her brand-new room. She walked out of the door, glancing around, not quite sure where she was in the tower. Following the sound of voices, she made her way to the kitchen.

"But she's sworn off villainy," Cyborg was saying.

"You know that, I know that, but the city doesn't," Robin fired back. "If she doesn't prove herself to the citizens, she'll have to go back to jail."

Jinx calmly walked up to them. "I assume you're talking about me?" She said, grabbing a box of Beast Boy's sugared cereal and pouring it into Raven's favorite bowl.

"Yeah," Cyborg sighed. "If you don't prove to the citizens that you're trying to help them, well…" He trailed off with a shrug.

"So, what? I have to save the city with you guys a couple times?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder at them as she opened the fridge. Her hand automatically skipped past Beast Boy's soy milk without even having to look.

"Not exactly," Robin spoke up. Jinx poured the milk over her cereal and went back to the fridge. "We aren't allowed to take you on any missions. We're barely allowed to take you out in public. We aren't even allowed to leave you unsupervised," he explained as Jinx poured orange juice into Robin's handmade cup, a gift from Starfire.

She put the juice away as Cyborg spoke again. "We'll have to think of something else for you to do, something that benefits the city but doesn't actually require you to blow anything up. Can you think of anyth- Oh, I KNOW you are NOT about to put MY bacon in the MICROWAVE!" Jinx paused, her finger hovering about an inch from the start button.

"Well, if you're so worried about me desecrating your meat, get over here and make it yourself," Jinx told him. Cyborg stood up and walked around the counter, rescuing his precious bacon from the clutches of the white box of doom. Jinx grabbed her cereal bowl and took his vacated seat. She took a disgruntled bite. "There's nothing wrong with how I make bacon," she muttered, taking a swig of juice, grimacing at the sour taste. The cereal had a lot more sugar than she was expecting, and it coated her tongue, making perfectly good juice taste terrible. She pushed the cup aside. "So what kind of thing should I be doing? Like, community service or something?" Jinx asked, as the sound of bacon sizzling filled the kitchen.

"Sort of."

"Good description actually."

Jinx groaned. "Well, what is there to do around here besides picking up trash from underneath highways and rebuilding the prison wall every other day?" She shoved her bowl to the side and flopped her face unto the counter dramatically. Cyborg shoved her chair to the side slightly, moving another chair into the space he cleared. Jinx didn't even look up.

"You know, the prison thing isn't such a bad idea," Cyborg told her.

Jinx propped her head up on the counter. "What's the point? We're- They're just going to break back out tomorrow."

Robin nodded. "How did you guys even do that anyway?"