Wally,

I'm sorry. This letter will be your last memory of me. I have left for good, without any intention of coming back. There is no tangible reason why I have decided to move on. It's just for the best, it's not your fault or anyone else's.

Tell Chrisy I am so sorry, to get better and to go for that degree, because if there is anyone who can it's her.

Also make sure Riley Samson knows that he was right, as much as it pains me to write it.

Send my apologies to the tower, every-thing's in the case.

I am really sorry that you had to hear this in a letter, it may seem unexpected, but it isn't to me. I tried to stay, I honestly did, but I've spent my entire life running, even more than you have and I can't stop.

There is no doubt in my heart that you'll find someone who deserves you. Just one tip; keep a lid on the flirting with other girls, it does get tiring!

So this is it. Again I am so sorry it has to be this way, thank you the last two amazing years, you have changed me and shown me that I don't have to be bad luck.

Have a brilliant life, you deserve one.

Rosa

Wally stared at the neat cursive handwriting, attempting to take in what it said. How could such beautiful handwriting say such a terrible thing? Sure it danced around the subject a bit and flowered it with apologies, but the bare bones was that she had left. Jinx had upped and left without a word to him or anyone else. Less than 24 hours ago they had stood in the quad talking about decorating the base. And who the hell was Riley Samson?

Unable to stand any longer he fell into her chair by her desk. Outside Harriet and the rest of the senior staff were buzzing around trying to work out what to do next. He caught snatches of their conversations;

"Should we phone the police? She was almost 18 and the questions they would ask! But this was completely out of the blue, it didn't make sense."

"This letter will be your last memory of me."

The word left me feeling a dull pain in stomach, like someone had punched exactly where they knew it would hurt the most. He supposed Jinx had in a way.

"Just one tip; keep a lid on the flirting with other girls, it does get tiring!"

Was that why she had left, he had known his flirtatious nature had gotten on her nerves, or was it just an attempt a sick break up joke.?

"I tried to stay, I honestly did, but I've spent my entire life running, even more than you have, and I can't stop."

It was pretty simple, he hadn't been enough to stay for. Whatever her reason it boiled down to one thing; he wasn't enough to keep her.

With one final scan of the letter one more, then crushed it with one hand.

He stood and flicked the letter right into the waste paper bin. On the corridor he didn't acknowledge Harriet or the other staff. Instead he walked straight pass them through the corridors, through the heavy door and down a dark alley, clutching the reinforced suitcase, not noticing the cracked sidewalk. Wally never emerged from the alley, Kid Flash however did.

Jinx had been homeless before, she couldn't count the amount of times she had ticked 'of no fixed abode' at the police station' when she had gotten dragged in for purse snatching This was in the days before HIVE academy, when world domination and the Brotherhood of Evil weren't yet on her agenda.

At least now she had her holographic rings, people considered the homeless less than human, which was hard enough in itself, but when you added pink hair and eyes to equation you found yourself a freak among freaks. So she felt she should relish the anominity the rings brought, that was until they ran out of power…

Hearing the sound of footsteps Jinx pulled her sleeping bag tighter around and tired to make herself blend in with the shrubbery as best she could. She breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps faded away. Of course she look after herself perfectly well if it came to it. But that would mean blowing her cover.

In the glow of her new $10 pay as you go phone she checked the time, 2.30am. In three hours it would start to get light and the first early morning commuters would start to bustle past on their way to their respective jobs. And someone would come along and move her from her less than comfortable position in bushes next to Wal-Mart.

She be feeling like shit, but things weren't anywhere shit as they could be. This was because of one simple reason; money.

Kid Flash had often said that money didn't make the world go round, love did. But he had never been broke, so he wouldn't know that in fact money did.

And it was the only reason why Jinx wasn't completely destitute. She had a plan, she would catch a train to Central City, rent a motel room there, then catch a bus or a train to the furthest city Jinx could afford, once there she would rent a cheap, modest apartment and get a job, maybe as a waitress, where qualifications and identification weren't vital. She'd see where it went from here.

KF leaned on the kitchen counter in the Tower, maps spread around him, certain sectors shaded in red.

"I've searched the entire north, east and south districts and most of the west, but I don't think she would go there. I'm going to stretch out towards Central City then Central City itself, then…" He paused, running a hand through his hair.

Robin reached across and put a hand on his shoulder. "We'll find her, don't worry."

"She could be halfway across the world by now. I should be out there looking for her."

"She hasn't used her passport so she must still be in the country." Cyborg said as comfortingly as he could.

Kid Flash almost laughed. "Come on, you're all thinking it. If she has left does that mean she's gone back to them, HIVE, or even if she hasn't is she letting her morals slip? Will they slip enough for break the law, fake passports included?" He shook his head. "Answer is I honestly don't know, but I know she would never go back to stealing and that means she can't go back to the HIVE 5."

"That is good is it not." Starfire ventured.
Raising a hand to his face frowned, "Is it? At least with them she would have people to look out for her. After everything Gizmo, Mammoth and maybe even Seymour would still have her back. I don't know what's worse, her alone, or her as a criminal."

"Wally." Robin whispered

"Don't bother Robin."

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