Hi guys I am Posting a bit early this time mainly because tomorrow onwards my work is going to be cut out for me.

For any one wondering, yes lucy is jink's she just looks a slight different mainly the clothes. With that we have two of the five girls introduced. This story is going to have a more of a jinks point of view.

Well on with the story.

The falling Out

I couldn't shake the thoughts from my head. First Raven, now Jinx. The coincidence were just too weird, and no matter how hard I tried, the thoughts just kept swirling around until they kept me up way too late last night. Inevitably the exhaustion from the lack of sleep took over, and I yawned, running a hand through my hair—it was starting to catch up to me.

"You didn't sleep," Raven's calm voice cut through the silence. She was sipping her green tea, but her sharp gaze caught everything.

"No," I muttered, rubbing my face. "I was thinking about someone."

Raven raised an eyebrow, her natural skepticism kicking in. "Is it a guy or a girl?"

Her tone was casual, but I knew better. Raven wasn't one to let something slide once she caught a thread of curiosity. For a second, I wanted to lie, to keep Jinx's secret from her, but then again, lying to Raven was pointless. She was one of the smartest people I knew and she was the only who might be able to truly understand my problem, it didn't help that she could sense dishonesty from a mile away. It would only lead to more questions, and worse, her disappointmented look, not to be confused with how she looks most of the time.

Sighing, I decided to rip the band-aid off quickly. "You know the guy Luke I told you about?" I began, glancing at her.

She nodded, not breaking eye contact, waiting for me to continue.

"Well, here's the thing," I said, bracing myself. "He's actually a she. And not just any she... she's actually a superpowered villain from my world who tried to kill me—and you—back in my original world."

Raven blinked at me for a moment, processing the information in that quiet, analytical way she always did. She set down her tea carefully, her expression unchanged. "So, she tried to kill you?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, not now. I mean, in my world, the one I came from, she was a villain. A villain named Jinx, who had these crazy pink magic powers and a major grudge. She tried to kill me. And you, actually. But here, in this world... she's different. No magic, no powers. But she's still... well, she's still Jinx. Or at least, a version of her."

Raven's eyes narrowed, like she was fitting pieces of a puzzle together. "So let me get this straight." She raised a hand, counting off on her fingers. "In your world, there's a girl named Jinx who's dangerous and tried to kill you and me."

I nodded, the knot in my stomach tightening.

She raised another finger. "Then, in this world, you meet someone named Luke, who turns out to actually be this world's version of Jinx, except without the pink magic or villain vibes."

Another nod.

"And this Lucy," Raven continued, her third finger raised, "is somehow the counterpart of the Jinx you know, even if she's not the same person. Not dangerous, at least not yet. Is that right?"

"Yeah," I said, though it felt strange to say it all out loud like that. Hearing it from Raven's lips made it sound even more absurd. But it was true.

Raven studied me for a long moment, her gaze unreadable. Then, she leaned back in her chair. "Do you think she's dangerous?" she asked, her voice calm but her eyes sharper than ever. "Do you think, if she had the chance, she'd try to kill you?"

The question caught me off guard, and for a second, I didn't know how to respond. I hadn't really thought about it that way, but now that Raven asked, I found myself considering it seriously. Did I believe Lucy would hurt me? Would she betray me if things got tough?

"No," I finally said, shaking my head. "I don't think she would. She's... complicated, sure, but I don't think she's dangerous. At least, not like the Jinx from my world."

Raven didn't seem convinced. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Complicated can still be dangerous," she said after a pause. "You might not see it now, but people like her... they have a way of turning situations around. You can never be too careful."

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "I get that, but... she's not a villain here, Raven. She's not the same person."

Raven took a sip of her tea, her gaze never leaving mine. "Maybe. But don't forget—everyone has potential for darkness. You've seen it in her before, and that part of her might still exist, even in this world. If you're not careful, you could end up in a situation you can't control."

I frowned, not wanting to argue, but also knowing there was some truth in what Raven was saying. Still, Lucy wasn't Jinx. Not here. She was tough, maybe a little reckless, but I didn't see the darkness in her that had been in Jinx.

"You're probably right," I admitted. "But I don't think she's out to get me. She's not like that."

Raven gave me a long look, then set her cup down. "Either way, don't go on any more quests with her. If there's even a chance she could turn on you, it's an unnecessary risk. Find someone else to travel with."

I stared at her, surprised by how casually she said it, like it was the simplest thing in the world to just cut someone off like that. "You really think she'd do that? Try to kill me?"

Raven shrugged. "I'm not saying she will. But I am saying that you shouldn't take unnecessary risks, especially when it comes to people you can't fully trust."

I bit my lip, thinking it over. "But what if... what if I'm wrong? What if she's just... trying to figure things out, like the rest of us?"

Raven picked up her tea again, not missing a beat. "Then she'll prove it. But until then, don't go looking for trouble."

I didn't know how to respond to that. Part of me wanted to argue, to defend Lucy, but another part of me couldn't shake the feeling that Raven might be right. As much as I didn't want to admit it, there was still something unsettling about the whole situation. I had to be careful, even if Lucy wasn't Jinx—not really.

But still, that nagging thought stayed with me. What if this was just a coincidence? What if she really wasn't dangerous? What if, in this world, Lucy was just another adventurer, trying to make a name for herself like the rest of us?

"is helping her worth the risk of you getting captured or killed." Raven added, as if reading my mind "there is a good bounty on you head"

I sighed again, knowing this wasn't something I could just brush off. For now I guess following raven's advice is the best I guess keep my space form jinks untill I am sure she isn't out to kill me.

(Jinx's Point of View)

Beast Boy had been avoiding me for the last 8 days now. He came to my house one day and said that he had to take care of something with no other explanation, no real reason, just a half-hearted shrug before he walked or flew off.

At first, I brushed it off. Everyone has things to handle, right? But after a few later he coms and gives me the same vague excuse, it started to nag at me. I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I had something to do with it.

Still, I wasn't going to be that person—clingy or desperate for answers. So, I let it go. If he didn't want to be around, fine. I had things to do, too.

That's when I heard about a small group of four adventurers going after a wild razorback boar that had been causing havoc on the outskirts of town. It was a simple enough task—just needed a team to take it down or chase it off. Boars like that weren't supposed to be dangerous unless provoked, and I could handle myself. I'd show Beast Boy—and myself—that I didn't need anyone else.

The team I joined was decent. Four others—experinced enough to not be deadweight but not exactly world-class adventurers. I figured between us, we'd make short work of the boar.

At first, everything went as planned. We tracked the beast to a clearing in the woods, and the fight started smoothly. The boar was big—maybe bigger than I expected—but we worked together to wear it down, landing blows whenever we could. Its tusks were sharp, and it charged with reckless abandon, but we were chipping away at it, little by little.

Then something changed. The boar's eyes gleamed with wild fury, and it let out a blood-curdling screech. Its massive frame tensed, muscles coiling beneath its bristling hide as it charged straight at me.

I wasn't fast enough.

I tried to dodge, but the razorback was too quick, so I put my shield up. The impact hit me like a runaway cart, knocking the wind from my lungs as I tumbled to the ground. I barely had time to register the pain shooting through my side before I felt the weight of the boar looming over me.

Beast Boy would've handled this.*

The thought hit me like a slap in the face. If he were here, he'd have turned into something fast—a cheetah, maybe—or something strong like a gorilla. He would've scared the boar off without hurting it. But Beast Boy wasn't here. It was just me.

I wasn't going down easy, though. Clenching my teeth, I gripped my copper dagger tight and stabbed upward, catching the boar's eye. The beast howled in pain, rearing back as blood spattered across my face.

I scrambled to my feet, gasping for breath. The boar thrashed wildly, blinded in one eye but still very much alive. I could hear the other adventurers running to my front. There leader giving instructions to everyone, but their voices seemed distant, like echoes in a tunnel. My focus was on something else, like a bad feeling or my instincts telling me something worst was going to happen.

And then I heard it—a low, menacing growl from the shadows behind me.

I turned, heart sinking.

A pack of wolves emerged from the underbrush, five of them, their yellow eyes glowing with hunger and malice. Their lips curled back, revealing sharp, gleaming teeth. The lead wolf snarled, and I could see the rest of the pack tensing, ready to strike.

I cursed under my breath. *Of course. Just my luck.*

The other adventurers were preoccupied with the boar, too distracted to notice the wolves closing in. And me? I was caught between a raging beast and a pack of predators, both hungry and dangerous.

I gripped my dagger tighter, wiping the blood from my face. I wasn't about to go down without a fight. Just because Beast Boy wasn't here didn't mean I was helpless. I'd been proving myself for years. This was just one more battle I had to win.

The wolves inched closer, their growls growing louder. I locked eyes with the leader, refusing to show fear. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline coursing through me, sharpening my senses.

I can do this* I told myself, though doubt clawed at the edges of my mind. *I have to be smart about this.*

My mind raced. The boar was wounded and blinded in one eye, its strength sapped from the fight. If I could get the wolves to focus on it instead, maybe I could buy us some time—enough to finish them off.

I scrambled to my feet, moving quickly behind the boar. "Guys to the side and make a defensive circle." I shouted at them.

It thrashed in confusion, turning its massive head from side to side. The wolves began circling, snarling, their focus split between the boar and me. My plan was risky, but I wasn't going down without a fight.

With a deep breath, I moved closer to the boar, coaxing the wolves to strike. The lead wolf, the largest of the pack, made the first move. It lunged at the me but I had anticipated it and moved to the side letting its fangs sinking into the beast's hind leg. The razorback squealed in pain, rearing up and lashing out with its tusks at the leader, who immediately called for help from its pack.

I stepped back, letting the chaos unfold in front of me. The rest of the wolves piled on, snapping and tearing at the boar, who fought back with furious strength. My grip tightened on my copper dagger. *Wait for the right moment* I told myself, watching as the other adventurers regrouped beside me. We had one shot at this.

"Good thinking, we let them tire themselves out," one of the adventurers whispered. I nodded, though my heart pounded in my chest. We had to be patient, wait for the right moment to strike when both the wolves and the boar were worn down.

But it didn't last long.

The boar, already badly wounded, let out one final, deafening screech before collapsing under the weight of the wolves. It didn't have the strength left to fight them off. The pack made quick work of it, blood and fur flying in every direction.

And then they turned their attention to us.

"Ready?" one of the adventurers muttered, sword drawn, but I could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

We formed a loose circle, weapons at the ready, but I could feel the tension in the air. The wolves weren't just wild animals—they were predators, hungry and relentless. And now, they were coming for us.

One of the wolf lunged at me, faster than I expected. I dodged, slashing out with my dagger and catching its flank. It yelped but didn't stop, circling back for another attack. The others followed suit, launching themselves at the rest of the group.

I fought hard, my muscles burning with the effort. Every strike was met with snarling teeth and snapping jaws. The wolves were relentless, pushing us back, their numbers overwhelming. One of the adventurers went down with a scream, a wolf sinking its teeth into his leg. Another struggled to keep his shield up as two wolves tried to pull him to the ground.

This isn't going to end well* I realized, gritting my teeth. My arms ached from swinging the dagger, and I could feel my strength fading. The wolves were too many, too strong. I slashed at another one, barely managing to dodge its teeth, but I was losing ground fast.

And then, just as I felt like I couldn't fight any longer, a blur of green fur leapt into the fray.

A massive green tiger—Beast Boy—hit the wolves like a force of nature, claws and fangs flashing as he tore into them. His loud roar echoed through the clearing, shaking the remaining wolves to their core. They hesitated for the first time, backing off as Beast Boy swiped at them with his powerful claws.

One of the wolves, braver or more foolish than the rest, lunged at him. Beast Boy met it head-on, pinning it to the ground with a single swipe. The wolf let out a pitiful yelp before scrambling away, tail tucked between its legs. The rest of the pack quickly followed suit, retreating into the shadows of the forest.

Silence fell over the clearing. I stood there, breathless, my dagger still clutched in my hand. The other adventurers were on the ground, panting and battered, but alive.

Beast Boy shifted back into his human form, completely unfazed. He glanced at me, his expression unreadable.

"Looks like you could've used some help," he said, his voice light, but there was something in his eyes—concern, maybe?

I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, a mixture of relief and frustration bubbling up inside me. "Yeah," I muttered, wiping the blood from my dagger. "Could've used it a bit sooner." I muttered.

Getting up from the ground. My legs were trembling, but i willed them to stay firm. All the emotions i had bottled up swirled inside me—anger for being left behind, fear from the fight, relief that Beast Boy had finally shown up, and weakness that i needed to be saved at all. I wanted to scream at him, shout in his face for disappearing and leaving me like I was a burden, like the rest. But instead, i swallowed it all, burying it deep inside.

Beast Boy stood nearby, glancing at the adventurers who were now staring at him in awe, marveling at his sudden appearance or how easily he had taken down the wolves, or maybe because of his skin colour. But his gaze shifted to Lucy, and he could sense something was wrong. She didn't look at him the same way. Her face was hard, unreadable.

"I got here as soon as I could," he said, his voice unsure, almost apologetic.

I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to lash out. I could feel the weight of the fight, the rawness of my emotions, pressing against my chest. "Maybe you should've just stayed gone," i muttered, though not loud enough for others to hear it. I didn't want to look at him, couldn't bear to. He was supposed to have my back, and instead, he had left me to the wolves, literally.

(General Point of View)

Beast Boy opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't find the words. He knew he had messed up. He had been avoiding her, keeping his distance for reasons he couldn't fully explain, and now she had nearly paid the ultimate price for it.

Lucy took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She could feel his eyes on her, waiting for an answer, some kind of confrontation or maybe a yell or a shout. But instead, she spoke calmly, though her voice was laced with bitterness. "If you were just going to avoid me, you should've said something. Told me to my face." She turned to him, her eyes sharp. "You don't get to disappear and then act like everything's fine."

He flinched. She was right. He couldn't hide behind half-hearted excuses or vague reasons. He had to be honest with her. But standing there, in the aftermath of the fight, he found himself struggling to say anything at all.

"I… I didn't mean to avoid you, Lucy," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just—"

"Then what is it?" Lucy interrupted, her voice rising. "If you didn't mean to avoid me, why were you gone when I needed you? Why didn't you just talk to me?"

Beast Boy looked down, guilt washing over him. He had been distant, unsure of how to handle his feelings, but now there was no excuse. He owed her the truth, even if he didn't fully understand it himself. "I didn't know what to say," he finally confessed. "I thought keeping my distance was the best thing to do… but I was wrong."

Lucy shook her head, exhaling sharply. "You should've just been honest. That's all I wanted."

She turned away from him, moving toward the other adventurers to help them gather their things. Beast Boy stood there, feeling the weight of his failure, realizing that sometimes, showing up at the last second wasn't enough. He had let her down, he had hurt her by abandoning her and this time, he didn't know if he could fix it.

Ok guys that's it for this chapter. The reason I made this fight between beast boy and jink was because I wanted everyone to have there own story. Everyone is the hero of there own life and as such I want to make it that way.

This also help me in the future because dnd is a huge thing I can't have beast boy juggling five girls and everything else I plan to throw at him in the future.

The next update is going to take a bit longer as I have a project coming up on Friday, so I got my work cut out for me.

I know i always ask this but it would really help out the story if you could review.

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