Well, I just got my computer back from the fixing people... and decided I should continue on with this story. I hadn't even realized how many reviews I had asking to continue until this morning, so here goes! Oh, and I did not forget The Passion of the Rose, so don't give up on me!

Disclaimer: See Ch. 1

Rated: T

What to do?

Last time...

"Did you really have to make out with the fart sucker?" Gizmo asks, fake vomiting.

Unsure of what just happened, I pop out of my Kid-Flash's-lips-on-mine daze, looking at my teammates, "You're the ones who wanted a distraction!"

"You kissed a hero! You kissed a hero!" a soaking-wet Gizmo sing-songs, chuckling as he throws Kid Flash's unconscious body in the cage used previously, only this time complete with a level 4 containment field.

"Shut up! I did what needed to be done, and I didn't see any of you offering to distract him!" I reply, carefully setting the backpack on the counter before turning back around, "By the way, where were Kid Wikkid and Mammoth?"

"Getting tacos," Seemore murmurs.

"Speakin' of, where're they with my tacos?" one of the Billies ask from the couch, playing video games with himself.

"No one cares about your damned tacos!" I scream, accidentally sending a hex around myself and slashing the backpack, "Shit!"

Before anyone can respond, I grab the backpack and go to my still-being-reconstructed room. Slamming the newly reconstructed door behind me, I realize I never let go of the rose KF gave me. I can can keep paintings from getting wet in a storm, distract the fasted boy alive, and stand up to Madame Rouge, but I can't even remember to disintegrate a rose a stupid hero gave me. Go figure.

I throw the aforementioned rose onto my disheveled desk before picking up the backpack and unzipping it. I take out the three paintings, and am relieved the first two are still in perfect condition, but when I come to the third, I find it has been cut in half, and burn marks marr the once exquisite work by Diana Prynne. Sighing loudly, I hex the painting until the paper is nothing but ashes covering a portion of my floor.

I go to my closet, picking out two frames that they would fit in before sliding the door closed. After framing hanging them up, I decide it's about time to go and see if the rest of my team made it back. If not, it's going to be time for me to go and break them out of jail again. Funny how a simple taco run can turn into them getting into some kind of trouble.

When I make it to the common room, I'm not surprised to see Kid Flash finally conscious again and not looking happy about the cage he's been put in. I'm actually very surprised he didn't wake up sooner. I would've thought his powers made him heal faster than the average human.

For a fleeting moment, I think about fogetting about my teammates and rubbing it in KF's face how I caught him again, but after remembering how I was able to do it, I decide that it could wait. Also, I need to know how my team is faring minus two.

Since I don't see Seemore in here, I decide he's most likely in his room, so I turn back around without KFs notice and make my way to Seemore's room, knocking on the door when I get there.

"Come in," he calls, and I enter shortly after. He turns from whatever it is he was doing to smile at me in that odd way he does, his one giant eye beaming at the sight of me, but I can't help but notice the dark purple bag under his eye. I still haven't decided if I like the extra attention he's been giving me or not.

"Hey, do you know if Mammoth or KW ever made it back?" I ask, trying my best to keep calm due to my earlier outburst.

"Yeah, they got back awhile ago. They were gonna let you know, but I figured you could use your space after... you know," he finishes awkwardly as he suddenly finds his shoes extremely interesting.

"Next time, don't figure anything. This is my team, and I need to know everything. Also, if they did do something stupid, you know it's imperative for me to plan to break them out ASAP. I don't want the Titans to get their grubby little hands on any of you," I say as calmly as I can, but can't help the irratated undertone to my words. It hasn't exactly been my favorite day, and I still need to go and wash my hair before it stays like this.

"I won't... I'm sorry," he murmurs, and I simply nod before turning around, but he calls to me before I can leave, "Oh, and someone has to feed the hero... I would, but you remember what happened the last time I tried cooking."

I shudder, a vivid image of green goo covering everything in the kitchen appearing, "Yeah, I remember. I'll do it. You get some sleep."

Deciding I can't handle my still-wet hair sticking to my damp costume any longer, I walk quickly to my personal bathroom, deciding to take a shower.

When I get out, I dry my hair straight down, too tired to even think about getting it to stand straight up into its horns. I then use the door that leads straight into my room to get some fresh clothes, vying for a purple tank top and black yoga pants.

As much as I want to go to sleep for a week, I realize I still need to feed Kid Flash, no matter how much of a nuisance he is. And I sure as hell know no one else is going to do it.

I walk to the kitchen, my usual demanding presence softened due to my lack of platform boots and horned hair. However, with everyone else asleep, I don't have to be team leader. I just have to make something for the hero sleeping in my living room to eat and then get some much needed sleep. I can think about what to do with Kid Flash tomorrow. But I sure as hell know one thing I won't be doing, and that's turning him over to the Brotherhood. So much for my role model.

I find a sandwich Mammoth made earlier, and with a smirk, I take it out of the fridge. Kid Flash liked his sandwiches last time, right? Also, it saves me from having to do anything. I throw it on a plate and push the door closed before walking over to the common room where the cage is placed.

When I reach the cage, I realize that Kid Flash is still very much awake, sitting in a way that looks extremely uncomfortable. Oh well, he brought it upon himself. Stupid hero trying to change me. Just look at my team! They'd be lost without me!

"You look comfortable," I murmur, trying to break the tension. I'm not even sure why it's bugging me he isn't flirting with me 24/7, but it is.

"A level 4 containment field can do that to a person," Kid Flash replies, turning around to face me. When he does, his eyes bug out, and he looks me up and down numerous times.

"Yes, I brought you food. But I stole it from Mammoth, so I'm not sure how great it's going to be," I say, ignoring the way he's looking at me. It seems I've been doing that a lot lately...

"I'm starving, that's perfect," he replies, his blue eyes following the sandwich as I slide it inbetween the horizontal bars.

"'Kay, well, enjoy I guess," I say before I turn to walk away.

"Hey, Jinx?" Kid Flash calls, and I curse myself for turning back around. I want to maim myself for sitting cross-legged in front of the cage. Damn you, feet!

"What?" I ask, tilting my head slightly as I try to hold back a yawn.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asks in a smooth voice, but his eyes give him away. He's... afraid.

"I'm not going to hand you over to Madame Rouge if that's what you're asking. I'm done with her," I reply, putting all the hostility I feel for my former idol in my words.

"Okay, that's good, I guess," he replies before taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Damn right, it's good. She was going to make you into a test subject for the Brain to play with. You still owe me, by the way. And roses aren't going to work on me," I reply, smirking.

"Well, if I ever get out of here, I'll make sure to thank you in a better way," he says, waggling his eyebrows, "especially now that I know how great a kisser you are, Jinxie."

Trying to hold back the blush trying to force its way onto my face, I roll my eyes, "You could use some work."

He laughs throatily, "That's what happens when you sneak up on a guy like that!"

"Oh, is it now?" I reply, completely aware I'm shamelessly flirting with the enemy but unable to help myself.

"Yes! If I'd been ready for it, you'd be begging to kiss me again!"

"I highly doubt that," I say with a smirk, subconsciously licking my lips.

"Tell that to your tongue," Kid Flash says with a wink and a cocky smile. And if there wasn't a containment field on the cage, I could imagine him sitting back and basking in the glory of his presumed right...ness.

I stick my tongue out at him, "Ever think it just means I don't like you?"

"Nah, it's too hard to not like all this," he replies, a cocky smile on his face as he takes another bite of his sandwich.

"There's where you're wrong. It's entirely too easy," I jab back before finally being unable to hold back a yawn.

"You wound me, Jinxie," Kid Flash says dramatically, grabbing at his heart.

"Drama queen," I murmur before standing back up and announcing, "I'm going to go to sleep."

He nods before asking, "Mind if I get a few pillows?"

"What do I look like? Your maid?" I ask, putting my hands on my tiny hips.

He chuckles, "Nah, but you try sleeping on iron and tell me how comfy you are."

"It's not made for comfort. It's made to keep you inside instead of running out and destroying our base again."

"Well then, Gizmo definately did his job."

I sigh loudly before grabbing a few pillows off of the couch and shoving them through the bars, "Now you owe me even more than you did before."

"Fine. Will I see your beautiful face again tomorrow?" he asks with a smile.

"If I don't, you'll never get fed. And I can't let you shrivel into nothing before I figure out what to do with you, now, can I?"

His smile fades, and he suddenly becomes serious, "You're going to do the right thing, I know you are, Jinx. I believe in you."

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, yeah. See you later," I say before walking away, but not without first catching him staring at my butt.

Stupid heroes.

Well here is the much-anticipated second chapter of Cruel Intentions! I hope everyone enjoyed it! Oh, and if you want me to continue, please let me know! Otherwise... well, you know!