Whims really sucked. They pulled you in with promises of quick decisions that had you ultimately say "yeahhhhhh, it will work itself out in the end," like walking away and ignoring the refrigerator you just blew through the roof because SOMEONE (cough Gizmo cough) had eaten all the blueberry yogurt that you had the kind initiative to go out and steal, when in reality these things never did. Instead, all you got were some serious consequences, (no one really takes various cold cuts and meats raining from the sky lightly) and strange, backwater hillbillies drunk dialing you at two A.M. after you maybe though they were cute under the dizzying strobe lights of a disco club you maybe decided to attend.

Whims also left you with no dry clothes, apparently.

Jinx stood at the bathroom doorway, peeking out in nothing but a towel so plush that it continually made her feel cheaper by the second (Seriously, was Kid Flash or Wally as she guessed now, trying to send her some type of message? Should she be offended?) . Her pink shock of hair hung loosely around her face, and to the causal passerby that just happened to be strolling into random apartments, she probably would have looked like a over worked parent whose 'darling' child had just dumped a rather large bucket of cotton candy on top of her head. Pushing her damp bangs out of her eyes, she looked to find that only the silver hair bands she had worn to Kid Flash's apartment, and the rose she had brought, were resting on the coffee table that was pushed haphazardly to the side to make room for the pull out bed. This was not good. Not good at all.

It had seemed that, in Jinx's haste to get out the door of the stifling H.I.V.E. Five lair, if not to pass up on the brief feeling of courage she had then really avoidance of the team she was now leaving, she had forgotten to really pack anything to bring to his apartment. It wasn't like she didn't think about it. She had taken the rose with her, right? It was just one of those things when you think you did something, but in truth, you were such a jackass that you really did nothing at all.

She silently chastised herself. It was all her fault, really. First not packing, then stepping into a shower in the midst of operation fully dressed. This was the best and brightest the H.I.V.E. had to offer? She internally scoffed. No wonder the Titans took it down so easily.

Speaking of the Titans, at this very moment Jinx watched as their own personal speedy little lapdog finally, finally! after who knows how many hours or days or lifetimes even (It was really only twenty minutes Jinx, no need to break out Dramatics Class 304, Embellishing Suspenseful Moments)got up from his perch on the couch/bed, and went into the kitchen, leaving Jinx alone to make some more magical whims.

What to do? She bit her lip. If anything, she DID NOT want Wally to see he had gotten to her. That was imperative. If he so much as glanced and saw her with no clothes and no hope, it would all be over, written, may even having whole page devoted to it, in books of Time and Destiny. She wasn't about to leave the path clear for him to make assumptions about how she just a tiny bit thought that his earlier display was charming-

No. We were not going there. Totally … not … going ….there…

Her eyeball almost popped out from the not-strain of not-going there.

Whoa, calm yourself. Jinx tried to breathe. Drawing attention to the bathroom by hurling the sink through the wall would not help matters. She was losing time. By the loud chainsaw type sound of it, Kid Flash was very quickly running out of things to eat. It would be soon that he would come and see her humiliation and subsequent DOOM.

With a small sigh, she assessed her options. Jinx knew there was no time for a dryer, and she doubted if Wally even had one. ( He could shake water off like a dog couldn't he? It was one of those things that made you crazy if you thought about it too hard.) She couldn't just wear the clothes, that would be even worse. (And kind of pathetic.) She pouted, and then quietly stepped out the door. What to do? Cocking her head, Jinx drew her gaze down the hallway, towards Kid Flash's room, and then suddenly had an idea. A whim.

Though it could be shown that, on multiple occasions, Jinx's gut feelings were never the way to follow, that did not stop her as she tiptoed past the living room and down the hall. Besides, if she ignored these urges, where would she be? Constant bad luck has taught her that it is tons better to follow an idea you like, then one you only halfheartedly agree with, because in the end it was just going to amount to another battle with dignity, who Jinx had been having a bloody war with ever since she could remember.

But as the door to Kid Flash's room creaked open, Jinx knew that Dignity was about to have a nuclear bomb dropped on her ass.

Jinx tapped her fingers on the kitchen counter as she watched Wally, in a blur, seem to decimate their entire food supply. Her stomach growled, and she wanted so very badly to make a biting remark about storing food for winter, though at this point, she wasn't exactly one to talk.

With a dejected sigh, she wiggled her hips and pulled up the loose gray sweatpants that were slowly riding down on her slender frame. They, along with the baggy sweatshirt emblazed with the Flash logo ( ah, Kid Flash, so humble you are!) were at least three sizes too big, though that didn't bother her as much as to how she was to explain why she was wearing his clothes without it getting stupefyingly awkward. Not to mention this was totally going to send the wrong message! Stupid whims. How dare they tempt her with quick solutions that in hindsight make no sense!

At this moment of self-loathing, her stomach committed the highest treason in the land, growling so loudly that it snapped Kid Flash out of his food induced frenzy. He looked at her, a sandwich in one hand, and (oddly enough) a maple syrup bottle in the other.

His eyes widened as he realized that Jinx probably was going to be hungry at four in the afternoon, and eating all the food wasn't the politest thing imaginable. If there was one thing he prided himself on, it was being a gentleman. Well, a gentleman based on the standards of those around him, which safe to say, were pretty low. For even though they were superheroes, they were still teenagers, and although they were charged with protecting millions, they could all still be complete idiots. So though it wasn't like he was helping old ladies cross the street at every turn (he had only done it twice during his patrols today), Kid Flash sure as hell wasn't peering up the skirts of the groupies that constantly threw themselves at him.( Speedy, this is directed at you.)

" Oh, Jinx … Sandwich?" He held out the one in this grasp, half eaten, but she gladly took it anyway. She really was starving, as she had just noticed, and was afraid that if she herself went to the fridge, Wally would mistake her for a abnormally pale baguette and try to chew her arm off.

As she went to sit down at the small kitchen table, Kid Flash gave her a good once over with his eyes. He really couldn't help himself, as her hair was down for the first time he had ever seen, and her body was sashaying from one side to the next in clothes-

That looked oddly familiar.

The words were blurted out thoughtlessly, and almost came accusatory. " Are those my sweatpants?" Jinx looked up from the chair she was about to sit down in. He could see as her eyes flickered in a thousand and one directions before settling right above his head.

"Noooooooooooo?" It sounded like a question, and Jinx internally smacked herself in the head. She seemed to have taken the oft-traveled route of deny, deny, deny, though at this moment she was making a crap job of a case. Somewhere in the corner, Dignity writhing on the floor and making dramatic gasping noises.

Kid Flash leered very pointedly at the lighting bolt on her sweatshirt. She frowned and covered the symbol by crossing her arms. He fingered the syrup bottle before putting it down and speaking again." I mean, it's totally cool with me if you wear them …" And hot. Also unprecedented. But mainly hot.

" These aren't yours!" she snapped. "I found them!"

" Where, in my closet?"

"Nooooooooooo," Though she did hope he wouldn't look in there, as she had stuffed her wet clothes in a hat box that had held a sombrero. In hindsight, this wasn't the best thinking her mind had to offer, though Jinx had consoled herself that stuffing her musty clothes in the hat was a great service to Wally. The sombrero was orange and blue and looked totally ridiculous; if she was going to stay here, she might as well improve upon his fashion sense.

He looked at her strangely before letting it rest. It was one of those times when he knew that she knew that he knew she was lying, though she wasn't going to admit it, and he didn't really feel like getting flung through a wall, so he didn't push it. He thinks they called it an impasse. Kid Flash turned towards the fridge, reaching in and taking out some leftover Chinese food that he had picked up the other day when he stopped that super villain in Beijing. Jinx watched in horror as he proceeded to nearly swallowed the entire container.

"You're going to eat that cold?"

" Yeah," he said, voice muffled by the noodles. "Microwave …to slow."

Jinx grimaced as she polished off her sandwich. Couldn't he wait for anything?

With a sigh, she noted the mounting sense of awkwardness in the air. She shifted her weight slightly, and Kid Flash's eyes followed the movement by their own accord. The sweats were itchy. Supremely itchy. Like sand paper caliber itchy. She bit her lip, and knew she had to go buy her own clothes soon. Like now soon.

"Can I have one hundred dollars?" She blurted it out before thinking. Now her old friend Pride had joined its bitter rival Dignity on the floor, brought together by Jinx's closest confidant yet, Humiliation.

" What for?" His eyebrows shot up. Jinx didn't seem the type to ask for financial aid, though considering all of her money was of the stolen variety, as well as apparently back at her old headquarters, he wasn't really surprised.

Her tone got defensive. " Oh, you know, stuff here and there and … clothes." She sighed again, defeated.

"So you admit that you need some? Can you just "find" more in my closet?" His smirk made her want to slap him, even if he looked damn adorable doing so, like he really thought he was bad-

Don't. Go. There.

Jinx shook her head slightly, and Kid Flash took that as a means to continue, even if it really wasn't meant for him.

" So then I guess my clothes aren't good enough for you? Alright then-"

Jinx then had a temporary lapse in sanity, the kind that makes you look like a ditz, wore down by his egging on, and just wanting him to shut up and smirk at her more. "This freaking things feel like steel wool- seriously WHAT dirty factory do these come from- and what makes that all totally worse is I'm not wearing any underwear!"

Let us reflect upon this. Jinx, deeming it a terrible tragedy that she wear wet undergarments, had decided instead that it was better to go with none at all. That's right everyone. Jinx had gone commando.

The world stopped. Birds stopped flying, Jump City stopped being obnoxiously loud, and Wally had froze where he stood. This was too much for his brain to process. He was going into mental shutdown. Jinx was in his kitchen, wearing his sweatpants, with no underwear. This was like a dream, a good one, and he dully wondered if now it was time for the dancing peanut butter jars to form the conga line.

Jinx had promptly covered her mouth with her hand, but the damage was done, and Pride and Dignity and thrown themselves against the walls until they both died from the nuclear radiation from the atomic bomb that was this whim. One look in his eyes and she knew that this was to be the greatest day of his life for evermore.

Jinx didn't know what to do. Her reflexes told her to run, but her pride said to push onward. Oh, wait, Pride is dead. Pride, held in the arms of Dignity, was now turning to a rotting corpse on the kitchen floor. Ok then. Look's like we are choosing door number one.

"Wally?" His mind was still frozen, and her didn't even respond. He looked as though he could stand there for a century. "So… uh…. money?" She was unsure he could even hear her.

"On my dresser," He squeaked out the words through his half open mouth, barely moving his lips.

Jinx slowly got up, got the money, and left the apartment, not even closing the door all the way before hearing the cold shower turn on.

Jinx fingered the tank top, running her hands across the smooth satin. She didn't even know why she came to Jump City's uptown fashion district. It was much too expensive, and her sensibilities were more attuned to the dark Goth dresses that one usually found in the dingy thrift stores that populated downtown. Still, she couldn't help the feeling that after her not so subtle declaration to Kid Flash, she deserved something a little bit nicer than the polyester blend thing she constantly wore.

She pulled her hoodie tighter around her head as she saw the strange looks she was getting from two women wearing an obscene amount of jewelry, which from her trained eye, looked to be costume and completely fake. The last thing she needed right now was to be spotted and hauled off to jail for outstanding warrants. Her mind over dramatized this slightly, she surely doubted that fifty policemen would run into the store from out of the blue with guns ablaze, but Jinx wasn't about to take chances.

Still, as she held the top, a lovely hot pink, just her shade, she couldn't think otherwise then what it would be like to just take it and go. Jinx had always had a habit, burned into her after all those years at the Academy, to make up plans of how to steal and then run as soon as entering a room. She sighed and bit her lip, looking down upon the bags that held the clothes she already purchased. In her pocket, there was only twenty dollars left, surely not enough for the shirt. Damn her need for sparkly pants!

Maybe if I just steal this one last time … Her thoughts waged back and forth. She knew Wally would be disappointed in her, but how was he to find out? And why should she care about his opinion anyway? Jinx narrowed her eyes. It was his fault, she convinced herself . What was at fault she wasn't exactly sure, but it seemed as though it was always his fault, so might as well give that the benefit of the doubt.

Just as Jinx was about to give into the overwhelming siren call of taking the blouse and running, as heard a loud crash!, and flew back around to the source of the noise. She was like a child who had her hand caught in the cookie jar, and Jinx waited for the inevitable fallout of Kid Flash, who could somehow sense she was going to do crime from across town, and give her a look of ultimate disgust before taking her to prison.

It wasn't Wally though.

Instead it was a woman, no much older than Jinx, dressed in a flowing black and red kimono that she moved through with ease. Jinx watched as the woman drew a sword from her gown without a sound, and pointed at the cash register in front of a sales clerk. The two bejeweled woman were now clutching each other, crying and making obtuse noises, but Jinx was still as she dully realized, I'm witnessing a robbery that I'm not actively taking part in!

The clerk quickly handed over the money, nearly shoving it at the woman. She neatly tucked it in her robe before turning around and stopping as her eyes gazed upon Jinx. It was here that Jinx got a good look at her face, which, quite strangely, had her mouth covered in a pure white cloth. Her eyes looked dark, and had large black circles around them that made Jinx think of racoons.

The woman slowly walked towards her, and she shrank back. Those eyes bore into her, like they could see through her, and all of Jinx's usually brazenness disappeared. At this point, just thinking of robbing the store herself, Jinx knew not what side she was on, whether to call the cops, Kid Flash, maybe even herself, or just cheering the woman on for a flawless store hold-up that was almost textbook.

The woman halted just inches from her, and stared at her blankly, only moving her eyebrows, which were going farther and farther up her head. She reached out and Jinx flinched at her icy hands as she pushed back the hood from her face, revealing her pink hair that rolled down her back in waves. The obnoxious women went almost cataclysmic at this new development.

Eyebrows as far as they could go, the woman nodded her head slightly, as if confirming something, and backed away, meeting Jinx's eyes and inclining her head towards the rear exit as she calmly strolled out of the shop before evaporating into the violent hues of sunset.

Jinx, still shaken by the encounter, did not know what the woman had meant until she dimly heard police sirens wailing, piercing and intrusive.

Pink top forgotten, she grabbed her bags and ran for her life, "accidentally" knocking over the ridiculous women, who now had the gall to point at her, on the way out.

A/N: Bleh. I don't think this chapter is really all that funny, more like Gypsy wants to be mean and sadistic to Jinx today, so she will go about putting her in strange moments until her mood improves. I don't know. I'm a little mad at myself for going over my self imposed deadline, and not even having the story make coherent sense afterward, but realized that I had to stop dragging my feet and making less than 24 hours a whole four chapters. So this mainly sets up the plot ... sort of? Ok, so this isn't everything, in fact if I have my way there will be a lot more intrigue and stuff, just stick with me.

Sorry if it is a bit long, but it was originally suposed to be broken up into two chapters, and, as mentioned before, I kind of had to squish everything down to keep the ball rolling. Hopefully by next time I will have my act together long enough to write something not stupid.

In other news:

I want to thank eveyone who reviewed/subscribed to/favorited/so much as even glanced at/ this story. Y'all are awesome, and make me smile. If I had seemed like I was ignoring you before, sorry again. The fact that anyone would be nice and like my writing means more to me than anyone knows.

Also, for those to still reading:

KF Fan: I have read Life on the Offbeat, and never, in a million years, could my sorry little scrawny story ever compare to Re-Ane's. I read it all in one sitting, at three in the morning, and I litterally cried when I finished and saw that she probably wasn't to update again. And I'm not talking a little single tear type of thing either. I was bawling, like the crazy person that I am. I highly doubt that my story could ever be like her's in that way, and I really don't know if you meant that as a compliment or an accusation, though I am going to take it as a compliment, because life is strange that way.

Finally:

Happy Hoildays everyone! I'll try to update again by New Year's!