Jinx rolled her eyes as the villains scattered, no one listening to the cries of "Wait! They're outnumbered! If we work together we can beat them!" From across the alley, Jinx heard Cyborg sigh. "You know, I'm starting to think this whole prison thing is more trouble than it's worth," he muttered.

"You're telling me," Jinx retorted. Cyborg's eyes lit up when he saw her. The entire alley was empty of villains, so it was safe for him to sweep her into a quick hug.

"How you holdin' up?" He asked. Jinx grinned.

"Aside from the terrible prison food and being forced to work with goons? Perfectly." He grinned back at her response, and planted her with a quick kiss. After a few seconds of bliss where each party completely forgot that they were standing in a dirty back alley, they parted. Jinx sighed. "Well, time for me to go back to prison," she said.

Cyborg sighed too. "Yeah, I guess. Hey, keep breaking out, okay? It gives me an excuse to see you," he told her, before putting her in handcuffs and leading her out of the alley. A movement in said alley caught Jinx's eye for a moment, but she quickly dismissed it.

She shouldn't have dismissed it. That was only one of the thoughts whirling around Jinx's panicking brain. "You, uh, saw me with Cyborg? Like, when he arrested me?" She asked, even though she knew it was futile. Gizmo had cornered her after punishments were doled out for escaping again, and he wasn't going to give up that easily. He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Jinx. We both know I'm not that stupid," he sighed.

"Beg to differ," Jinx mumbled under her breath. He just blinked at her slowly, one eyebrow raised slightly. Jinx sighed. "Okay, no, you're not. Unfortunately for me. Why couldn't it've been Mammoth who caught me?" She asked, balefully. After forcing herself to calm down and think for a minute, she replayed the alley moment in her mind and found that no one had actually mentioned that she had gone to the side of the light. So Gizmo only knew that she was guilty of (well, aside from armed robbery, arson, resisting arrest, assault, etc.) having a secret relationship with Cyborg.

Actually, that was a pretty big thing.

"Look, Jinx, it's okay. I'm not mad," Gizmo told her. It didn't surprise Jinx that Gizmo wasn't surprised. It was actually quite common for supervillains to fall for superheroes, especially if the supervillain happened to be female. It was just highly uncommon for these relationships to work out. Unless, of course, the supervillain decided to switch over to the side of good, but then they usually ended up sacrificing themselves for the male hero. Not the right thoughts for this conversation, Jinx scolded herself.

"I know you're not mad. You're just going to tell me to be careful, don't develop any emotional attachments, and remind me that if something goes wrong the right thing to do is push him in front of a bus, but above all else, don't switch sides. I got it," she snapped.

Gizmo raised his hands and took a step back. "I know, I know, you can take care of yourself. I got that. I just want you to know that we're not gonna stop trying to kill his friends. We'll let Cyborg live if you wanna keep him, but the rest of 'em are fair game. Cool?" Jinx almost laughed at this unexpected, backwards little show of support.

"Sure, cool," she grinned, setting a hand on top of his head, which he immediately shook off, grumbling.

"The one time I try to be nice," he muttered, rubbing his bald head as if to wipe off the touch. Jinx just grinned and placed her elbow back on it, leaning on him, prompting an indignant squawk.

Of course, after her four (or five, depending on whether failed ones count) little incidents, security around Jinx's cell tightened a bit. Now, she was never left alone without a guard; except, of course, when the doddering old fool decided he could spare ten minutes for a 'coffee break'. Jinx knew that there had to be more booze than coffee in his coffee. She could smell it through the glass wall of her cell, despite the fact that she never got close enough to it for that to be possible. However disgusted she was by his drunkenness, Jinx had to admit it afforded her some opportunities that wouldn't fool anyone remotely sober.

Which, of course, was how she found herself hanging from the ceiling of her cell, confident that the slight differences in ceiling height would shield her from view from the outside. And hopefully, from sixty-year-old men with alcohol addictions. Surely enough, when he returned, he only glanced into the cell for a moment. This was a factor Jinx hadn't considered. She had expected him to be dumb enough to realize she was 'gone' and run off looking for her, leaving the door open on his way out, but what if he was actually dumb enough to not notice the suspicious lack of Jinx in the cell he was guarding?

Jinx's heart sank as he sat back in position in front of her cell door, nursing a thermos of his coffee/alcohol blend, which, judging by the current display of lack of any judgment skills, he was far too intoxicated to actually need. He'll notice in a minute, Jinx told herself confidently, even as her arms decided that they wouldn't last that long.

Through sheer willpower and a heck of a lot of dumb luck, Jinx managed to hang on until booze-brain's superior walked past. Although the other guard didn't notice his intoxication or the apparent lack of prisoner, the sight of her was enough to snap the guard into attention for long enough to take a look into the cell, this time actually noticing that Jinx was gone. Now, she just had to wait.