Okay, here's the next chapter, (Thanks Glyth)with Wally's reaction and some moral boundaries being compromised. I was inspired by Neonrose's "Cat Like Thief" and her amazing portrayal of Jinx and Wally fighting and was wondering if you'd like me to include some more dating and even a nice big couples fight before I launched the final plot arch which will change the story a lot and introduce new characters. So tell me what you think and this chapter is for KFfan who always provides amazing feedback and Neonrose whose work is so genius that I look forward to her updates and wish I could plot so well. Well, here's the next chapter!
Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, that could save me from hell.
She had fire in her soul; it was easy to see
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me.
There were drums in the air as she started to dance.
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands
--Santana
Into the Night
Wally was in a bed, next to Jinx. He wasn't sure if he was in Heaven or Hell, but he knew that he didn't remember how he got there He remembered losing hold of consciousness, and which didn't explain finding himself in a very different situation than he recalled entering into.
He yawned and stretched, sure that this was a dream and when he woke up, he'd have to do laundry but for now, he could feel free to indulge in his fantasies. Dreaming was so lovely and safe. He was going to snuggle up to Jinx and kiss her and in his dreams, she would sweetly return his affection without resorting to zapping him. He would kiss her, every inch of her and enjoy it.
Of course, Wally's dreams were never this vivid. He could feel the silky sheets beneath his body, he could hear the sounds of Jinx's gentle breathing and he could see that once he blinked, the scenery never changed. He gingerly tugged at his ear and realized something very strange.
There were only two rational explanations for this. He was awake or this was beginning to turn into a nightmare.
Wally gulped, realizing the sheets were very sticky and even he could figure out why. He had knocked a girl up. He was definitely dead, for those unremembered seconds of heaven, Uncle Barry was going to kill him or make his life a living hell!
He stirred and tried to recall what happened. He had come over to argue with her, had eaten some chili and was now in bed. There had to be a logical reason for this and one that didn't involve what he thought it did.
'You up?" a sleepy voice asked as Jinx shifted and stretched long bare limbs out of the covers. She had a cat-like smile on her face, one that boded poorly for peace.
"Yeah," he mumbled, debating if he had been hurt and she had taken care of him, or if she had been the one who had hurt him and was savoring the fact that he was helpless. Of course, he would have been restrained in some ways and his limbs were free. Actually, being restrained would have meant a lot of things...things that Wally was starting to understand.
"Wow, can't believe you're up after what happened," Jinx purred, yawning as she turned over to speak to him. And...unless she had a very unique nightgown, she wasn't wearing much either!
"What happened?' Wally whispered, wondering if perhaps he had just lost his mind from too much curry.
"You were a complete animal. You took one bite of the chili, grabbed me and carried me to the bed," Jinx said, her eyes shining as she took his hand, and squeezed it. Her palms were soft and sweaty.
"I did?" Wally said, wondering if the food had been laced with mood altering drugs or Viagra. He was beginning to find himself trembling with the knowledge of what he had done.
"Oh yes. Then you ravished me like a Casanova. Man, that superspeed comes in handy," Jinx said, wiping her brow. "I could barely keep up with you, though you sure have long distance stamina." She pulled the blanket a little, reminding Wally that he had nothing but said sheet to cover his modesty.
"I'm glad to know that," Wally whimpered, plotting how he could vibrate a new suit of clothing and regain his dignity. Of course, that made him realize something else, something that sent a cold chill down his spine. He had no mask on. He had nothing to protect his secret identity. In one moment, he had slept with a villain, allowed his face to be seen and had defied his uncle's direct orders. Oh, Lord God in heaven, he had been a very bad boy but if a miracle could happen right now, he'd volunteer to follow a religious tenant for a whole month. "And...my mask?"
"Oh that? You said you trusted me, Wally," Jinx said, using a name that put fear into the heart of the hero. She knew everything about him, she was going to destroy him and the Justice League and he was going to go down in history as the world's biggest idiot. Uncle Barry would fix the situation and then put him on suspension so that that a choke chain would be a relief.
"Oh, don't give me that look. I'll keep your secret. If I wanted to destroy you, I would have sold you to Lex Luthor already. Your communicator is safe, I didn't touch it. You can check. After the way you falsely accused me and had to eat your words, " Jinx said softly, giving him a wink.
Wally forced himself to breathe, feeling his head begin to spin. It was true that she could have killed him if she wanted to, he had been completely vulnerable and she had kept him safe. But what if this was part of some nefarious plan? What nefarious plan he didn't know, but Batman and Uncle Barry had drilled into his head that villains always had six up their sleeves. Maybe Jinx had let down her defenses, or maybe had ceased being on the offensive.
"I guess," he whimpered, wondering when was the moment he had completely lost his mind and allowed himself into a situation that allowed him to ponder these issues?
"Even when the Flash called, I pretended I was Starfire and managed to keep my cool," Jinx said, with a calm smile. She studied her perfectly sharpened manicured nails, as if merely discussing the weather, not the end of existence as he knew it.
Wally was too young and fit to have a stroke, but he was wondering if the news would trigger one. "He called?" he whispered, wondering where a lawyer was so he could start making his will. He was doomed, he was so very doomed!
"Yeah. We talked, he mentioned he's worried about you. I completely fooled him, don't worry," the hexellent young lady said, looking very pleased with herself. Wally pondered how he should stop worrying when Uncle Barry could show up any minute and find him in a compromising position? In his opinion, this was the most appropriate time to freak out!
"You fooled the Flash?" Wally muttered, still amazed and awed by her powers of persuasion.
"Of course. He's off your case. Now that you're done playing Spanish Inquisition, why don't we role-play a little bit? I'll be the naughty Catholic girl and you can be the Monsignor and give me a spanking," Jinx purred, looking very feral.
Wally gulped and tried to bury himself in sheets. "I'm not Catholic, I'm a lapsed Methodist," he mumbled, his voice cracking. He had dreamed of this moment often, but the thought of actually going through with it was starting to scare him. He could feel the physical changes coming over his body. And frankly, the word spanking didn't have a romantic meaning, especially in times when he realized he deserved a good roasting for all the trouble he was getting into.
"Fine, then I'll be the genie, and you can give me a rub, so I can grant your wishes," Jinx said, as she tugged at the sheets. Wally squeaked again and clamped down on the sheets. "What? You weren't the shy virgin last night."
"I..." Wally was sure that sex was supposed to be mind-blowingly good, so why couldn't he remember having it? Shouldn't he have memories of being ravished and doing all those things done in movies?
"Come on, have you forgotten already? Surely, I was unforgettable," Jinx said softly, as she crawled up to him, a jungle cat on the prowl. "And if not, you are going to need a little bit of a reminder. Should I get the silk scarves? I know you heroes have fetishes."
Wally knew he would regret doing this. Every hot blooded cell in his body protested against this. "Vibrate," he whispered, half to himself.
"Why would I need that when I have you?" Jinx asked, centimeters from his body. Perhaps one quick...no, he really had to be intelligent about this and evacuate the situation before it got...sticky.
He steeled himself, forcing his mind on other matters, not just how much he wanted to do something. He gently kissed her cheek before vibrating himself through the mattress, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. "I'll call you." It really sucked to be a gentleman sometimes!
It was good to have clothing again, especially after streaking all the way home. He was going too fast for anyone to know, but it was still embarrassing. Happily, he had managed to grab his cell phone and belongings before leaving.
What had just happened? How could he have fallen asleep at her house? This was such a basic rule that Batman didn't even cover it in Hero Class 101. He had never expected he would be so foolish or, as Uncle Barry would say, "such an irresponsible child." He really hated being called a child, especially by someone he really cared about.
He couldn't believe he couldn't remember having sex. Sex was supposed to be good and yet, all he could draw was the taste of chili and waking up later, all sticky and confused.
She knew too much. If she had learned his identity, she could soon sell that information. Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris could be targeted. His uncle could take care of himself, but putting his beloved aunt in danger?
He had to tell his uncle and have Jinx's memory modified by Martian Manhunter. He had sworn to protect their secrets with his life and that included his love life. He knew he would punished for what he did, but at least it would clear his conscience. He had made his choice, even though it would mean giving up Jinx.
Of course, that did make him the worst boyfriend in the history of the world. She'd have to go to prison because of him. He couldn't imagine her shackled in some horrible cell because he hadn't been man enough to break it off before she had been be enmeshed in his life and in the way of the Justice League.
He quickly dialed the number into the cell phone and braced himself for the worst that could happen. "Hi Uncle Barry," Wally whispered into his cell phone. He knew it was late, but if he didn't call now, he'd go mad.
"Well, I'm shocked. The Great Wallace West has finally deemed it needed to call me. What do I owe this honor?" his hero chided in that wonderful Iowa-accented drawl that made Wally feel safe and loved.
"I...am sorry for not calling. I've had a lot on my plate," Wally said, dancing around the truth. He was a little embarrassed to have to admit how terrified he was at this very moment. "But don't worry, I'm fine. " Oh, how well he was beginning to lie. "I just need to talk to you."
"Are you all right, Wally?" Uncle Barry said, his voice growing worried. Wally was ashamed of himself for making his beloved guardian be troubled about his worthless self. "I can be there in a few minutes and take you home. Starfire said that you were a bit tired. And I have been worried about you lately."
His uncle had had a conversation with Jinx, thinking she was the Tamaranian girl. He didn't even want to know what the two have talked about. Jinx had managed to fool his uncle...which means that she could be playing him like a violin and he would have no idea. He had to be a man and confess what he had done.
"Worried about me?" he squeaked. How much did he know?
"Your grades have been tanking, you haven't called and Doc Hamilton has mentioned you are barely home lately. I trust you, Wallace so I haven't said anything, but I have been worried," Uncle Barry said, knifing Wally in the heart. He had betrayed his uncle and he was too chicken to admit it.
Maybe he should not say anything yet. He reminded himself Jinx had proven herself trustworthy and he was doing the right thing by giving her a second chance...he hoped. "I'll be fine. Just a bit of stress because of what happened on Kirtland Street. I wasn't fast enough," Wally said honestly, wishing he was young enough to bury himself in his uncle's chest for comfort. He knew he should say something, but the words would not come to his mouth.
"I was going to discuss that with you, but you're being too hard on yourself. I know you must have had a good excuse, you can't blame yourself," Uncle Barry said warmly, his voice so strong and wise.
"I can't?" Wally asked, dumbfounded. He couldn't think of anyone better to blame than the idiot who had allowed himself to fall asleep at a villain's house and break the most important vows he had ever taken.
"You may be a superhero, but even you have limits. I know you're trying your best, my boy," Uncle Barry said softly. Wally wondered if his uncle's compliments could be any more painful. "Those people will get better."
"I...can always do better," Wally whispered, the guilt eating away at his insides. "But thanks. I appreciate it." He wished his uncle could speed over, tan his hide and then tell him that his punishment was over and he was forgiven. He was on his own and the stakes were so much higher. Jinx knew too much and if she ever did turn back to the dark side, he and everyone he loved would be in danger.
"Yes, in school. But Wally, I've been tough on you lately and Starfire made me realize you're going through some issues and you need support, not discipline," Uncle Barry said. "You make me very proud." Wally's dad calling him worthless didn't hurt as much as this praise. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, hot, salty, stinging tears that burned his face and reminded him that he had messed up. "I hope you know that."
"I...will make you proud of me," Wally swore, half to himself. He would fix this situation himself, he would not dump this in his uncle's lap and expect an easy answer. He would protect the Justice League and that meant he would have to guard Jinx and make sure she didn't spill. "I...will, I promise."
"Wally, I'm getting worried. You sound terrible. Please, let me come and visit you. I'll even bring Aunt Iris, you may have moved out but you are still our ward and we want to be there for you." Wally had to stop relying on them so much or he would never be able to keep this house of lies together.
"I'll be fine..." Wally whispered, unable to say anything more. He knew he couldn't let his foster parents see him. They would read the guilt instantly on his face and then he would be questioned and he couldn't lie to them. And then all would be lost, and he would be exposed as the idiot he was. Happily, a beep interrupted him. "Call waiting, call you right back," he said quickly, before pressing the aptly named flash button.
It was Jinx. Had she called to inform him of her power over him, to mock his helplessness at his exposed secret? He couldn't imagine the depths of evil that a Hive mind could reach?
"Wally" she began. He still hated her knowing his real name, but he supposed he should let her speak. "...wanted to show a token of my good faith. Firefly called me up and said he was going to pull off a heist. Thinks I'm still on the bad side. He'll be at West Side park in an hour, take him out, tough guy," Jinx said, her voice sounding so seductive and secure and good.
Wally wiped away his tears with his free hand and allowed himself to resume his natural grin. He was right, Jinx had gone good and this was proof. Now he was going to have some wonderful revenge! "Yes ma'am," he said, as he prepared to leap back into an action at the speed of light, the lightness he was beginning to feel in his heart. "You're the best girl in the world."
"I know. Go get 'em and all that stupid stuff a hero's girlfriend says. Come visit me after, we'll celebrate with ice cream and a movie," Jinx said before hanging up.
Wally's grin had turned quite evil as he redialed his favorite relatives. He was wrong, he was a great nephew and a great hero. "Uncle Barry, I've just gotten a hot tip. I'll check in soon, but tell Auntie Iris to keep posted, there's about to be a serious new story."
Special report from CBS News anchor Elle Weiss. Known Gotham criminal Firefly was found in Jump City yesterday, having been painted pink, slathered with make-up and hoisted on a flagpole. His pants had been removed and set on fire underneath him. Next to him was a note that read "W loves L" and a smiley face. Whoever this unknown hero is, L must stand for Lucky!
Wally and Jinx cuddled up on the couch, fully clothed but much more comfortable with each other. "He had the nerve to lie and say that you were on his side," Wally said, pulling Jinx close to him. "Liar, liar, pants on fire. Poetic justice, no?" Served Firefly right for making him doubt his Jinx! "What movie are we watching."
Jinx's smile never faded as she snuggled up to him, laying her head on his shoulder. "Cruel Intentions," she whispered, as they turned to watch the movie.
AN-I'm so evil, aren't I? But I think Jinx is warming up to him a lot!
I'll be at New York Comic Con this weekend, dressed as Hinamori Momo from Bleach so if you see me, say hi!
