As the summary said, just a bit of mindless brain fluff drabble type stuff. Let's just say mybrain kind of went off on a tangent last night while doing my history reading. Tis very short.

Dedication: To...well...Rose. Because, um, duh.

Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own them. I do wish I did, though. Jinx and Kid Flash...make me smile. A lot.


What kind of girl does he think I am?

A rose? He gave me a rose?

Honestly, do I look like the type to swoon when presented with a dying plant? If that's really how I come off, then maybe I should work a little harder on my image. But I'm not. I'm not a rose girl. It's just a stupid flower, not a declaration of love. Not that I want a declaration of love. Especially not from Kid Flash. Definitely not from Kid Flash.

…Oh Christ, I think that's exactly what I want from him.

No, that's not it. I don't want anything from him. I don't want anything at all. I don't want to know him…to see him…touch him…kiss him…

STOP.

You hate him! I keep having to remind myself. He blew your chance with Madame Rouge and the Brotherhood of Evil!

But deep down, I know that I let him go on my own accord, and gladly so…at the time. Now I wonder if it was a mistake. But that smile of gratitude that he displayed just before dashing off was, without a doubt, the best smile I'd ever seen.

Not that I'd taken notice anything.

His smile just made me…I don't know…warm.

UGH! I'm pathetic.

This is ridiculous. I'm getting worse than Mammoth when he gets the idea of food lodged in his thick skull. Kid Flash doesn't know anything about me. He doesn't know where I come from, who I am, or where I want to go…

And yet he still believes in me.

Why? Why does he think I can change? I'd always thought that heroes always had the inherent trait of 'arrest the evil heathen,' but Kid Flash actually took the time to listen to me…he really tried. I'll give him credit for that.

No, wait. No. I don't give him credit for anything. Nothing at all. He aggravates me more than Gizmo does, and that's really saying something. Why can't he just leave me alone and let me be?

"You can do better than this."

His voice echoes in my head, just like it has been for the past two hours. It's driving me crazy, and I wish it would just go away. But, although I hate to admit it, Kid Flash may just be right. Maybe I can do good, even with bad luck.

…Or maybe I've just been a screw-up since the beginning.

Kid Flash didn't seem to think so. For the first time in my life, I actually felt like someone believed I could do something more than mess up lives. It kills me to say this…but it felt good.

It's been two hours since I let him go, and all this time I've been sitting on a park bench, clutching this stupid flower that he left me in my hands as though my life depended on it, while, in my mind, vehemently denying my love for it…and maybe for him.

A rose. He gave me a rose.

Suddenly I realize that I may be exactly the kind of girl he thinks I am.


I...really don't know if it was any good. I've never been too great at writing drabble type fics. But I thought the idea was cute and wanted to give it a shot. Plus, I NEEDED to add a Jinx/KF fic to my name...they're just too adorable.

Hope you enjoyed!

Love,
SushiChica