As the door to her cell slid open, Jinx almost fell to the ground with the sheer wave of alcohol odor flowing through the open space. She retched silently, but somehow held on. That lady must have been as drunk as he is not to notice that smell, she thought, trying to distract herself from the increasingly desperate pleas from her arms to just let go already. The guard checked all the logical places, and all of the places that would seem logical to anyone with that much booze in their system, but thankfully didn't look up. Once he had made sure she was really gone to the best of his current ability, the guard ran out to look for her. He shoved the door behind him, and Jinx stared in horror as it started to close. Thankfully, it stayed open just a crack, and Jinx dropped to the ground and ran.
I will never use these arms again, she told herself as she used the commotion from her 'escape' to actually escape. Once out, she sat in an alley tucked away into the back of the city, rubbing her arms and trying to regain feeling in the appendages. "Years of gymnastics couldn't prepare anyone for that," she grumbled. When the Titans found her, she groaned loudly. "I don't have the energy for this. I swear I hung from that ceiling forever. Just take me back to my bed in my cell. Please. And tell them to assign a more competent guard so I don't have any more brilliant ideas. I'd lift my arms for you to put the handcuffs on them, but I don't think I can. So. Also, you'll probably have to carry me," she said. Cyborg sighed and picked her up, walking to the T-Car. Jinx immediately shot a pink electricity bolt at his feet, tripping him. She jumped out of his arms and into the door of the driver's seat, shoved the stolen keys in the ignition, and drove off. "Never trust an injured villain!" She shouted as she passed the group of superheroes.
At dinner that night, the prison listened to Jinx regale them with the tale of her daring escape, leaving out, of course, the parts where she felt like her arms were about to give out, and the fact that her guard was drunk beyond recognition. She also added quite a bit to her 'fight' with the Titans. Not to a suspicious amount, however, as embellishing stories believably was a sort of contest between villains.
"And then I jumped into the car and drove off. I got halfway across the city before Robin caught up on his motorcycle. Would've gotten farther, but it seems Cyborg's a little overprotective of his vehicle. He's got tracking devices on any piece that can separate from the body," she said. That part wasn't an exaggeration. Cyborg had been extremely angry when he caught up, but he would get over it in a few days. The others, once Jinx was safely detained, had laughed their heads off, excluding Raven. Cyborg had left, muttering angrily about electromagnetic car keys that wouldn't detach unless he wanted them to. Jinx resolved to apologize once her week in prison was up.
But until then, Jinx had to focus on her escape. The next morning, she discreetly followed behind a young woman emptying the trash from the women's bathroom (which was the only place her new guard wouldn't follow: Jinx now regretted her request for a more competent guard). To her surprise, it was emptied directly into a garbage truck. Thinking quickly, or perhaps not thinking at all, Jinx jumped into the back of the truck, even as it was sliding closed. It was only after the point of no return that she realized she was now trapped in one of the worst-smelling environments she had ever been in, and that she would most likely be sighted by the truck driver when the load was unceremoniously dumped. Jinx huffed a disgruntled breath and settled in as much as possible. There was nothing she could do for the moment.
Jinx woke up to the loud beeping that signaled the back of the truck lifting. She grabbed an old pillow and a huge plastic bin, pulling the first under her and the other on top of her. Closing her eyes tightly, Jinx slid out of the truck and into the trash, and then ran before anyone could find her there. Unfortunately for Jinx, the Teen Titans were not far behind. She sighed. "Can I at least take a shower first?" She whined.
Cyborg simply glared and put the handcuffs on her. "Sorry," he snapped. "No privileges for car thieves."
"Well, that's a little harsh for one little joyride. What? Did I scratch the paint? Leave an imprint in the driver's seat? No, wait, I must have left a crumb in the glove compartment," Jinx commented.
Cyborg slapped her, hard, across the face.
Jinx's mouth dropped open. "What the fu-" She reached a hand up to her lip, and let out a shocked laugh when it came away with blood. "Wow. Wow, didn't think you had the guts for that." She laughed again and turned to Robin. "I was in a surrender. I wasn't an immediate threat. Don't you people have rules for this?!" She turned back to Cyborg. "Have fun with your car. It may be the only one who ever loves you." That was too far, and Jinx knew it, but she was too far gone to care. She let Robin handcuff her and take her back to prison.
By the time Jinx was finished with her punishment for breaking out, and with her shower, which automatically shut off after ten minutes, it was time for bed. She fell asleep angry, sore, and pretty sure she still smelled of sour milk. Suddenly, she didn't really want to apologize to Cyborg. But honestly, she knew it would look suspicious if he was any less angry.