Once Jinx was released from Starfire's stranglehold and the car thieves apprehended, Jinx found a napkin and a pen and wrote a note to the Hive, which she stuck to the back of the tow truck driver as he was being shoved into the police vehicle. She told them the truth, knowing that Gizmo, at least, would understand, after he'd finished being angry. The rest of them, however, would probably never forgive her, and she was okay with that. It would make life easier for them if they blamed her.
"So what now?" Jinx asked Cyborg. He shrugged.
"You're completely clear of all crimes now, so you're free to do whatever you want," he told her. She pouted.
"Yeah, but what do I want? I've never really been free before. I don't know what free people do. They apparently buy things instead of stealing them, but how do I buy things? I don't even have money. How do you get money? I need a job, right? How do I even do that? I mean-"
Cyborg cut off her rant with a gentle kiss, and she relented. "Let's just go home for now, okay? We'll figure it out after we get some time to relax."
And that was exactly what they did. Jinx stayed at the Tower when the Titans went out on missions, getting increasingly bored. Having down time was great, but when she was forced to lay back on a couch playing with a bouncy ball until her boyfriend and his team appeared, bone-tired and covered in supervillain goop, Jinx knew there was a line. Of course, there were a lot fewer calls with the lack of repeat villains, but there were a lot of yahoos in the world willing to take their places. Jinx remained in her bored state for a week, until Batman called the Tower to talk to Robin. Jinx paid very little attention, as it was simply a social call, until the conversation turned to prisons.
"Since Jinx's upgrades, our villain retention rate is up to 75%!" Robin informed his mentor excitedly.
"That's not great," Batman replied. Robin frowned, then pulled out a piece of paper from a stack in front of him, tapping one line.
"Arkham's villain retention rate is only thirty-seven."
"All of that's the Joker blowing the whole place up every time he escapes!"
"Ours includes three mass escapes instigated by Jinx herself to test the system!"
Batman sighed condescendingly. "Look, Robin, you're doing well down there, but there's no way anything made by your little pet supervillain can compare to Arkham," he said in a tone of apology. Jinx glared at the image of the senior superhero on the screen incredulously.
"Speaking of pet supervillains, how's Catwoman doing?" Jinx snapped. She was ignored by both arguing parties.
"So, what? You don't think Jump could hold, say, the Joker?" Robin asked.
"Jump couldn't hold the Joker's goldfish."
"Well, then you won't have a problem making a little bet?" Robin shuffled the papers again as he spoke, pulling another one out. "Let's see here. The longest the Joker has ever been stuck in Arkham is… Six days, two hours, fifteen minutes. I'll bet we could keep him for a week, at least."
Batman looked thoughtful, or as much as he could behind his mask, for a moment. "Alright, what are the stakes?" He said. Robin grinned evilly.
"If you win, I go up in front of the entire Justice League and say that Arkham is the better prison. If we win, you throw a party for the entire extended Titans network and announce that Jump is the better prison. And you have to let our 'little pet supervillain' redesign your prison," Robin said, too caught up in smirking triumphantly to ask how the 'little pet supervillain' felt about this. Luckily for him, Jinx loved the idea.
"Deal," Batman agreed, then dramatically severed the connection before saying goodbye. Robin turned quickly, cape flying behind him, to face Jinx.
"I think you have some prison plans to draw up," he said in a voice deeper than normal, then threw down a smoke bomb and disappeared. Jinx glanced to Raven for an explanation. Raven rolled her eyes.
"He didn't get to disconnect, so he has to get in a dramatic exit so he doesn't feel like he lost," she informed Jinx. Jinx rolled her eyes and changed the subject.
"Hey, have you ever heard of the Bechdel test?" She asked.
"The one where there have to be at least two female characters, and they have to talk to each other about something other than a man?" Raven replied, looking up from her book.
"Yeah, that's the one. Did you know that only, like, half of the movies that come out pass it? Why is that? It's not like there's a shortage of actresses," Jinx complained.
"I don't think it's that there aren't enough female characters as much as it is that the characters that do appear aren't well-written enough," Raven explained. "Even some things written by women don't pass the test, no matter how many female characters are in it. If, say, half of the main characters of something are female, if all they talk about is boys, then it fails."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, if it's a romance story, it'd probably be easy to forget to write in interactions between characters who aren't involved in the main plot, you know? Especially in something that's really short or has short chapters, like fanfiction or something. Or even something like comics, where there isn't a lot of room for dialogue," Jinx said. Raven nodded.
"That shouldn't really be an excuse for sexism, though," she said.
"Well, even something that passes the test could be sexist," Jinx argued. Raven nodded again.
"It's not really the best test for sexism, I suppose, but it's the easiest one to measure," she explained.
"I bet there are days when my life doesn't even pass the test," Jinx said.