"Time's up." ((Getting right back at you x3))
Soul mates are too fluffy! We all now have time stamps counting down to the moment we’re going to meet the person that gets us killed, inadvertently or otherwise. Send “time’s up” for my character’s reaction to their timer hitting zero right as they met yours. [x]
Jinx woke up with a smirk, as always.
She smirked, thinking of the deliciously evil plan their new employer had laid out for the three of them. She wasn’t one to hold other people in high regard, but she had to admit—Slade was quite the evil genius.
She smirked, imagining the look on the Titans’ faces. They’d only been running as a team for a couple of months, but they strutted around Jump City thinking they owned the town—but the HIVE weren’t having any of that, certainly not. Perhaps they didn’t realize it, but to an observer, their little teething problems were quite obvious—that thought made the smirk grow wider. Jinx did love picking out flaws, it was rather enjoyable.
She smirked, knowing that graduation and redemption and the rightfully deserved respect were nearing with each passing second. This would be their final exam—and they would ace this. The Titans were pushovers. They hadn’t seen the things she and Gizmo and Mammoth had been through, hadn’t been together long enough to know each other, to play off each other’s strengths and weaknesses, to be able to sense the danger and pain—
She turned over in bed and sat up, feet slipping into cloth slippers. The smirk grew wider as she turned to check on the numbers on her wrist (force of habit), knowing full well that they’d still be showing hours and days and months. Who, after all, would have the necessary power and cunning to be able to take down, much less kill, Jinx, the well-oiled machine and the leader of one of the most promising batches produced by the HAEYP? She was at the head of her class, she excelled in every subject. She had a brain to match the brawn. She had come so far, and she would not be taken down by a team of amateurs, she told herself, face settling into a sneer as she did.
The sneer finally settled on her face in a smirk once more—before twisting into a frown of confusion. Odd. The numbers on her wrist, constantly flicking and changing to match the time passing, had dwindled overnight into—
Right when they were about to execute the plan.
She ignored the tight feeling in her stomach, the knot twisting and tugging at her insides.
Nothing, and she reiterated, nothing, would spoil today for her.
Not even the prospect of meeting her potential killer.
Jinx stepped into the bathroom to prepare.
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Few things could make Jinx admit she was happy. But everything was going according to plan today, and she was more pleased than she’d ever care to admit.
These guys were pushovers, she thought, mind-voice dripping with contempt as she dodged another pathetic attempt by the Traffic Light Wonder at incapacitating them, sidestepping the explosive neatly.
Her eyes swept over the fight scene boredly.
She saw Mammoth handling that robot, Cyborg, not that she cared because if they had their way and Slade had his no one’d remember their names after this, Mammoth was handling Cyborg well on his own, slowly surpassing the robot’s strength limit. She made a clicking noise with her tongue as she observed the next combatants—one of the many downsides of being 80% computer, she supposed. Lost the element of surprise, everything was limited. Calculated.
She observed Gizmo towering over the three Titans who had been backed into an alley. Too easy.
Her eyes landed on the creepy-looking one, the one with her hood perpetually up like some obscure street thug, except… well, creepier. A confident grin slowly unfurling on her face, she let pink energy crackle from her fingertips. The other girl—Raven, I believe—seemed unimpressed, but Jinx could care less. She wasn’t trying to.
After chasing her around for a bit, the other girl preferring to stay at ranged distances (a very bad weakness, Jinx noted with the same unapproving click of her tongue) rather than engaging in battle, the sorceress finally backed her into a tight spot. In a rather desperate attempt to land some hits in, the empath had fired punch after punch at Jinx, all easily blocked with a well placed hand. Easy peasy.
“You fight like a boy,” Jinx crooned, mocking. Her eyes landed on her wrist again, and her ears buzzed.
The world dissolved for a moment. She did not hear Gizmo’s (rather clever, she supposed) quip of “And now you’re going to croak like a frog!”. She did not see Mammoth impressively tossing an Elephant Beast Boy like he weighed nothing at Raven. All she could register right now was the numbers on her wrist.
Her eyes narrowed, zeroing in on Raven. It was just a stupid superstition, anyway, she dismissed coldly. No way. Raven wouldn’t get the chance, she had reasoned. Slade would take care of them.
It was only at the end of the day, when they had been kicked out of the Tower and returned to the base ashamed, feeling dirty and afraid, that she realized she may have more to worry about than she had initially thought.
