Wow, I haven't posted anything on here in forever.

I know that I really should be updating something else, but I'm doing this. So sue me. (Lawyers pelt with books.) ACK! No!

Well, this is kind of a weird story, but I think I'm going to make it into a chapter's too intriguing not to.

Johnny is Jinx, but a boy.
Wilma is Kid Flash, but a girl.

It will be explained later, I promise. I don't think I'll be able to keep away from this one.


(Despite the lengthy pause between writings, I have not, in fact, gained control of the Teen Titans.)

The first time I saw Johnny, he painted a hex sign on my right arm, and I couldn't move my fingers for three hours.

The second time, he was sitting under the bleachers reading when I jogged by during practice. As if he had felt my idle glance, he looked up suddenly, causing me to trip.

The third time, he asked my name. "W-Wilma." I stuttered out, baffled and late to third period.

"Johnny." He said simply. He nodded and walked off, leaving me alone in the empty hallway.

When the fourth time rolled around, I was grabbed by the hand from behind and pulled into an empty classroom.

I would have left, but there was an actual expression on his face, and that was far too intriguing to pass up. His eyes flashed eagerly as he walked back over to the pile of books on the floor in the center of the room. It was surrounded by balled up pieces of paper, all sorts of calculations, pencils, pens, erasers, lint, a slide rule, everything! I guessed he wanted me to follow, so I carefully sidestepped the various clutter and crouched beside him.

"What-" my voice frightened me in the formerly silent room. "What's all this?"

His eyes glittered in excitement and happiness as he looked at me. "It's a way out. We can make a difference in the universe, Flash." I wondered how he knew my track team nickname. "But not here. Not now. We have to go somewhere else."

"Like Brooklyn?" I frowned. He just laughed hollowly.

"Not quite. This isn't somewhere you can get to by plane." He unrolled a long sheet of calculations and symbols. He paused hesitantly. "And we can't get back. Not ever"

I reeled back. "But our families! Our friends!" Somehow, I wasn't thinking that he was insane. He was too rational about it to be insane. I knew that there was something about this that I was supposed to understand.

"Don't you see?" He turned to me. "This is more important than them. Besides, we won't remember then. We won't remember anything." He glanced away before lifting his gaze to mine again. "Well, almost anything."

"But-" I bit my lip. Somewhere inside me on a deeper level, I knew he was serious. And I knew he was right. But all the instincts drilled into me since birth were conflicting inside my head. "Won't anyone miss us?" I finished lamely.

"Everyone. But it won't matter, Flash. This is a good of humanity thing. Don't you ever feel like there's more to life than just being here?"

I looked away, thinking hard. A tear rolled down my face silently, almost unnoticed. He wiped it off my cheek, forcing me to look up at him.

"You say we won't remember anything?" I asked with a shuddering breath.

He shook his head. "We won't remember almost anything." Then he kissed me and I understood perfectly. That was a kiss that no sort of magic or science or fate could make me forget. And I knew I'd find it wherever, whenever, we were going.

One evening in the Jump City Museum of Natural History, a very interesting meeting was going on.

"Are you supposed to be a good guy or something?"

"One of the best."

And so ends the first chapter of my very strange story.

Confused? Good, keep reading it.