[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. This is...mainly dialogue. I also got a chance to dive into Jinx's brain, which was just as fun!]
Robin and Jinx sat back to back on a blue steel wall, surrounded by nothing but empty space and the chilling cold of the dimension they were trapped in. Jinx's hair was messy and matted because of her rummaging through it out of anxiety, and Robin looked at least three years older because of his constant worry over his team.
"We...we really fucked up, didn't we?" Jinx muttered quietly, her voice echoing and making her shiver against the cold steel.
"...Yeah, yeah we did." Robin answered, too tired to remain positive anymore.
They'd walked for hours on end through the maze with no track of time - no way of knowing if it was day or night. Robin thought that using his detective mind could help them through the maze, but the maze kept rebuilding itself. It would erupt with walls as soon as the pair passed a certain point, shaking the ground and sending tremors of fear through both Jinx and Robin's hearts.
Robin had finally met with a puzzle he simply couldn't solve.
So, they decided to camp for the night.
They had no resources, no way of keeping warm. They couldn't even turn around to look at each other and just talk. Instead, they were resigned to speaking through the steel walls that kept them separate.
Jinx hated being alone.
Even though she knew Robin was right on the other side of the wall from her, she felt so, so alone.
It's the only reason she'd even joined the academy in the first place. She had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to - she was completely and utterly alone and she hated it. At least in the academy she had Gizmo and Mammoth, and then outside of the academy she had See-More, Billy, and Wykkyd.
Poor, poor Wykkyd.
He'd never tell anyone, no one but her, but Wykkyd hated the dark. She'd assumed the other dimensions looked like this, and if so, Kyd was miserable.
He often recollected to Jinx about all the terrible, horrible things that happened to him as a child - all in the dark.
In the dark, no one could hear you, no one could see you, no one could save you-
"Jinx." Robin said sadly, in a voice half expecting her to completely ignore him.
"...Yeah?" Jinx asked, turning her head a bit to acknowledge him, though she knew he couldn't see it.
"...What's your favorite movie?" Robin asked, looking up at the sky that was now glittering with stars somehow.
"...Excuse me?" Jinx asked, laughing a bit.
"Humor me, will you? I'm tired and I don't feel like listening to my own head anymore. It's too loud to...just...can't we just talk? Like...I mean-" Robin offered.
"Like teenagers?" Jinx finished.
There was a long moment of silence shared between them. It'd been too long since Jinx acted her age, and the same went for Robin.
Jinx was always the mature one, the safe one, the confident one - she didn't have time for boys or sleepovers or makeup or movies.
"...The Craft, the one by Andrew Flemming - came out in 1996." Jinx said, smiling a bit at the memory of watching it with her friends and watching them squirm.
"Yeah? Well...besides Star Trek-" Robin said, scratching his neck in embarrassment at the memory of Jinx finding out about that secret. "...I like Mad Max. All of them, honestly." Robin confessed.
"You like Mad Max? No way, I don't believe it." Jinx said in a challenging voice.
"I mean, I expect that from Johnny Rancid, Punk Rocket maybe, but you? Didn't you get in a motorcycle crash with Johnny that one-"
"Alright, alright, already! Subject change!" Robin yelled desperately, ignoring the crack in his voice.
"Okay...favorite band? Favorite band that isn't pump up hero music, I mean." Jinx said, smirking as she could feel Robin roll his eyes.
"Promise you won't laugh?" Robin asked with a smile.
"Hm...no." Jinx confessed, smiling on her own as well.
"...I really like Three Days Grace." Robin confessed.
"No way!" Jinx gasped.
"Favorite song- 123go-!" Jinx called rapidly.
"Time of Dying!" They both called out at the same time.
"...huh." Jinx said to herself.
After a moment of silence, Jinx and Robin both felt like dying again.
"...What else do teenagers talk about?" Jinx asked, at a loss with herself.
"I don't know-...crushes?" Robin offered. Jinx let out a hard, loud laugh.
"No, no, no no, no. You are not ready for that conversation with me, Sparrow." Jinx said with a roll of her eyes.
"What? What's that supposed to mean?" Robin said in mock hurt.
"Look, I've got to listen to a good friend of mine drone on and on and on about how in love he is with you, about how cool you are, about how you'll never notice him- this is the one night I get to spend not talking about your love life." Jinx said with another, more exaggerated roll of her eyes.
"Wait, what?" Robin said in surprise.
"...Robin?" Jinx said in a hollow voice.
"Um...yeah?" Robin answered.
"...You get me back home to my family, and I'll spill the beans, I promise." Jinx said with a smirk, knowing for a fact that sentence would ensure no sleep at all for Robin that night.
[I like experimenting with how they would interact on a not-enemies basis. Read and Review!]