"Oh, get a notepad, you're about to be schooled. There's nothing to do in prison except think of all the ways out," Jinx informed Robin, turning to face him. "First off, there are no power neutralizers in any of the rooms. I mean, you can afford to put them in every single cell, but when it comes to the common rooms where there's more than one villain, pretty much anyone can blast their way out? How bad at planning can you be?!" Jinx was on a roll now. "Secondly, the cell bars. This is a juvenile prison, for mutants, and you don't expect anyone to be small enough to slip through them? And it's not just the bars either. Do you know how many times Mammoth hoisted Gizmo into the air vents?! And the guards!" She paused to roll her eyes. "I once knocked one of those morons out with nothing but my gymnastic skills and a paper plate." Robin looked curious as to how this was possible, but Jinx was too far into rant mode for him to ask. "And their weapons? Terrible. Gizmo once stole one to use to escape, but he had to rewire it to make it even remotely effective. And while we're on that topic, it should not be possible for a two-foot twerp to steal a weapon off a prison guard. I mean, sure, a blast from one of those things knocks out your superpowers for a while, but is that really gonna matter when there's an angry, seven-foot-two, 420 pound teenager with the nickname 'Mammoth' running at you?!"

"And oh my god, their 'outdoor security system'?" She put air quotes around the last three words. "Is literally just a searchlight and a fence. Some thickheaded kid runs fast enough at a wall and boom, the entire prison is free to run around Jump once more. Most villains use that dump as a freaking bed-and-breakfast! They check in, eat, sleep, and check back out, refreshed and ready to cause more destruction!" Jinx was now pacing the floor, punctuating her words with hand gestures. The entire team was now in the kitchen, watching her performance intently. She suddenly turned to them. "Okay, give me the name of a villain, and I'll tell you how they escape," she said, pointing to Beast Boy.

"Uh, Billy Numerous?"

"Leaves a copy of himself in his cell while the real him walks out the back. Next?" She pointed to Raven.

"Kitten?" She supplied.

Jinx scoffed. "Pays someone to break a window with her daddy's money. Next?"

"The X of Red?"

"Gets paid to break a window with Kitten's daddy's money. He just throws down a smoke bomb and they waltz out together, along with her boyfriend and anyone else who wants to come."

"Mammoth?"

"Walks right through the brick, have you seen the guy?! The mortar never has time to set, so it's not like it's hard for a living battering ram to crash through it. We used to make a game out of it: How many villains can you get through the hole before the entire wall collapses?"

"You?"

"Waited for the next prison break and followed them out. It was like waiting for a bus: If you miss the first one, there's another coming in an hour." She snorted. "The adult prison is just as bad. Even Control Freak can get out if he's gone long enough without television. Mad Mod once knocked a guard's lights out with one crotchety old man punch." She mimed a wimpy punch at Cyborg, complete with a fake coughing fit during which she leaned on his arm for support. "It's pathetic," she finished with a snarl. "I never understood why you Titans waited until we actually broke into something when it would be so much easier to just stand outside the prison and wait until we broke out! I mean, do you even have a way to know when a prison break is happening?!" Robin opened his mouth to answer, but stopped short as he pondered her question. Jinx scoffed and sat back down.

"If you're finished," Cyborg said. "Your bacon is getting cold." He gestured to a plate, clearly set in front of her chair mid-rant. She grabbed a piece and took a bite.

"Thanks," she sighed, shaking herself out of her irrational anger. "Anyway, after we broke out, we always had time to blow up the animal shelter, or the comic shop, or the electronic store to slow you guys down. By the time you actually caught up to us, we'd robbed fifteen stores. Twenty if you got caught in traffic," she informed them, grabbing another slice of bacon.

"Hey, maybe that's what you can do for your community service," Cyborg suggested.

Jinx blinked at him, confused. "What? Complain about the state of our prison systems?" Cyborg rolled his eyes.

"No, improve the state of our prison systems. Who better to know how to keep a prisoner in than a prisoner?" Jinx glared at him. "Sorry, former prisoner," he gulped. Jinx considered it as a smile spread across her face.

"You know, this could work. It counts as community service, it's not overly difficult, and it comes with petty revenge on my old 'friends'. I'm beginning to like this idea," Jinx admitted. Her signature, sadistic smirk spread slowly across her face.

"Uh, Jinx?" Cyborg asked carefully. "Are you okay, baby?" Jinx's signature, sadistic smirk softened into a sweet smile. She giggled with a blush.

"I'm sorry, did you just call me baby?" She asked, with a grin. A smile tugged at the corner of Cyborg's mouth. He walked over to Jinx and put his arms around her. "What, would you prefer sweetie? Or honey? Or angel?" He asked, punctuating every nickname with a kiss to her head.

"Definitely not angel," Jinx giggled, turning around in her chair. She was met with Robin and Beast Boy making puking noises behind Cyborg's back. "Oh, your girlfriends are jealous," she informed them.