A/N: Those of you with a sharp eye might have noticed I've taken down a previous chapter. Why? Because after I began working on a request for DeathNoteUser, it dragged in a previous chapter and I ended up pretty much re-writing the entire thing. Anyway, it took me quite a while to write this to a standard I liked, so I hope everyone else well enjoy.
One more note – once again, I've been playing around with Jinx's background and it's altered slightly from its appearance a few chapters ago. I'm aware I haven't replied to reviews this chapter, but I have read every one and am very appreciative of all your reviews and comments. (If I find the time, I'll send you all (you being those who signed in) a PM back)
Two steps forward, one step back. It seemed to be the pattern that defined every moment of Jinx's life.
Two steps forward; aged twelve, young Dhanya Sengupta made the decision to leave her home and family in the quiet Tadvai village of Jamalgudem and travelled east through three Provinces to reach the Bay of Bengal. There she met up with several like-minded people and together they found and boarded a cargo ship travelling for the USA, hiding themselves in a sea container. Tucked into her corner of the steel container with nothing but two four-pint milk cartons of water and her prayers young Dhanya managed to survive the trying journey, arriving in California several pounds lighter and smelling of things she'd rather not think about, but alive, which in itself was a small miracle. Her second stroke of good luck – and her second offence on American soil – had been taking out the workers who had opened the container they had hidden in at the docks. Slipping unseen from the docks on the other side had been one of the group's biggest concerns, but not for Dhanya. She hadn't intended to release the hex that hit the first worker directly in the chest and send him backwards – unconscious, the girl presumed, though she had no way of knowing if she'd done more serious damage – into his partner, driving them both to the ground, but she saw her chance and ran. She never did find out what happened to those she'd travelled with, but at the time it hadn't mattered. She was out. The journey had been a nightmare and she'd never quite felt the same about small spaces again but she'd accomplished her goals of escaping the whispers that had haunted her and her family since her birth, and hopefully drawn them away from her family too.
One step back; the young girl hadn't quite anticipated just how different American cities would be. Due to the rural nature of her home, Dhanya had long since learned how to farm and live off the land during times when coin was a problem, but here there was nothing but concrete, everywhere she looked. Without money, identification or the means to communicate Dhanya felt isolated like never before. Stealing – whether it was from shops or someone's pocket on the street – quickly became her best skill, and when she wasn't stealing she was hiding down alleys or under bridges, keeping to herself and learning to navigate the concrete jungle the hard way. It wasn't one of the girl's finest moments, or one that left her feeling like her decision to leave her family had been a good idea.
Two steps forward; progress was slow, but when it did happen, it seemed to happen all at once. Slowly, very slowly, Dhanya began to pick up the English language through watching and listening to those around her. Able to communicate she began to form relationships with some of the familiar faces from the streets, one who taught her to read. It still wasn't close to being the fantasy she'd conjured during her dreams of leaving India, but no longer was she merely surviving – she was beginning to thrive, a development only solidified by her acceptance into H.I.V.E Academy. One of the school's 'scouts' had observed her break into and successfully rob a small jewellers. The end of her first year in California saw young Dhanya off the streets with an endless web of possibilities opening up before her. Dhanya Sengupta was forgotten at the first chance, and instead she became the American 'Jinx' with the oldest story in the book. If anyone asked, she would mention an abusive stepfather, and for years no one was any the wiser.
One step back; while Jinx certainly flourished under the watchful eye of the academy, there was one aspect of her forgotten life that wouldn't stay in the past. Her criminal record grew, and with it the old whispers returned, the same words from different mouths. Outside the academy – and even to some in it – she was a freak, cursed. People were weary of her bad luck, and she didn't blame them. For several years Jump Penitentiary became her second home, and her life seemed stuck in a rut – she had reached a hurdle she didn't know how to jump, or even if she could.
Then came along Raven. Jinx's next steps forward had been inevitable if you asked her, or if you asked the empath, an example of fate's twisted humour. Despite their differences and the countless conflicts from opposite sides of the law a romance blossomed between the two girls as they reached their late teenage years. It was a romance full of misunderstandings, strife and disagreements but a romance none of the less, and as their bond grew stronger Jinx felt as though her life and moved past that hurdle and was back on track, bringing her closer and closer to her childish dreams of life in America. She had the security of a place to call her own, a beautiful woman to share it with, and although they weren't rich by any means they had enough to be comfortable.
Yet she could feel herself taking that next step back. She was sat at the cross-roads, faced with a price she couldn't ignore for a job she should probably forget. Jinx didn't know what to do, feeling as though whatever she chose, it would be wrong and something in her life would end up suffering because of it.
Jinx hated guns. They were loud, messy and unpredictable. They were too slow when it really mattered, and when they were put in the hands of someone with her abilities… something always went wrong, whether it was a blockage in the barrel or the entire thing falling apart into several pieces. Jinx also didn't need them – she could do much more damage with one well placed hex than she could with all seven rounds of the gun sat on the counter in front of her.
The Smith & Wesson Bodyguard 380 wasn't the sleekest looking gun, or something she personally would have picked out, but it was compact and lightweight – ideal for concealed wear, which was particularly important since she lacked a licence to carry, or even own a gun. The courts had made sure of that! The model's built in laser sight made her feel somewhat insulted though, as if her could-be client was insinuating incompetence. Jinx didn't like guns and guns didn't like her, but that wasn't to say she didn't know how to use one. It had been basic training in H.I.V.E Academy at one point, and while she'd never been the top of her class, she'd been pretty damn good. Good enough that she didn't need no stupid guide.
The gun had come with two extra – loaded – magazines, leaving the thief with a total of twenty-five rounds. She flipped one of those magazines between her hands again and again as she continued to stare at the offending object. Working freelance had it's advantages; she could pick and choose her jobs and her work hours, she didn't have to worry about any team mates slipping up and, best of all, she didn't have to split the pay. And then it had it's downsides, like actually knowing how much she was going to be paid. Under the H.I.V.E all payment had gone through the Academy, and as the independent group, the H.I.V.E Five, they hadn't measured payment in cash but in the amount of goods they'd managed to lift.
The job offer currently on her mind was a prime example of the downside. It had sounded simple enough – break into some man's home, take some antique the description of which she'd be given upon actually accepting the job, and deliver it. By all appearances it was an easy job and nothing Jinx was unfamiliar with. And then he'd slid the small backpack containing the Smith & Wesson cross the table to her. On a normal day Jinx would have turned it down there and then. She didn't have many rules regarding her 'work', but the ones she did have were simple enough; no drugs, no hit-jobs and no jobs that could incriminate her as anything more than a thief, which included the planting and disposal of weapons, not that the latter was part of the job offer. Her choice should had been simple enough, but the man had offered her $100,000 cash, with $25,000 of it paid up upon accepting. It was a hell of a lot of money for the theft, and not something Jinx was keep to pass up so quickly, even if it did spell bad news.
Which is where the gun came into the picture. It was a 'gift' of sorts. If, come tomorrow morning, she had decided she wanted the job, she was to keep it when she met up with her client as a clear 'yes', the gift part coming in with a warning about the target of the theft. If she didn't want the job all she had to do was hand it over – which she would do after making sure it was unloaded. You could never be too careful.
Jinx hadn't asked exactly how the target was dangerous, but she was starting to wish she had. Pink cat eyes drifted up to the clock hanging on the wall near the apartment door as she nudged one of the rounds out of the magazine onto the palm of her hand, well aware she was leaving her DNA all over it but failing to care at that moment. The hands on the cheap white analogue marked half past six. The bookstore Raven worked at closed at five every day but Sunday when it didn't open at all, and the demi-demon usually took anything from half an hour to an hour to close up and do a stock take. Some days she decided to walk home, which meant she was due any time, and the thief still didn't know what to do. She really wanted to tell the man no, but $100,000 was a lot of money and the teenager in her saw the challenge of a job that usually came with high pay. She'd always loved a challenge in the days before she recognised she had more to think about that just herself.
Her eyes dropped down from the clock to the door as she heard it unlock, the door swinging open before Raven walked into the apartment. The woman had an impeccable sense of timing. She watched Raven remove a dark teal coat with a small smile. The temperature had dropped within the past few weeks as they approached the middle of the Californian winter and the sea breeze was cold enough that most of the city residents were wearing coats. Not that Raven was bothered by such a mild change in temperature. No, the light button-up coat was only worn so the empath didn't attract more attention than her appearance usually warranted. Raven hated gaining attention.
The empath didn't look at Jinx as she moved to hand her jacket up on the decorative cast-iron coat hanger nailed to the wall, but the thief already knew she had Raven's attention and wasn't surprised in the least when the woman asked, "What's wrong?"
Her voice was as accusing as it was concerned, and in a force of an old habit, Jinx crossed her arms in response, wearing a small frown as she replied, "Who said anything's wrong? How was work?"
"I could feel your storm of emotions from the street." Raven informed her dryly as she turned to look at her, but the empath's eyes never found Jinx. Instead they were drawn to the gun on the kitchen counter-top, its matt black finish making it stand out against the white surface like Beast Boy in a crowd. When she spoke her voice was tight and clipped. "Why is there a gun in our apartment?"
The thief frowned, not liking the tone of the woman's voice, and slid the round back into the magazine in her hands, putting it down before she said, "I know you don't like them-"
"I was under the impression you shared my views." Raven interrupted and Jinx glared at her, her patience – as usual – dwindling quickly.
"Do you want an explanation or not?" She asked, making a point of waiting a moment before saying, "I went to see about that job today, just to talk basics. He gave it to me."
"What do you mean he 'gave' it to you?"
"Could you sound any more suspicious? What do you think I mean? He gave it to me. You know, handed it over? If I don't want the job I give it back. If I do, I keep it. I mean I would have thrown it straight back into his face but Rae, we're lookin' at $100,000! That would seriously set us up for a while! I wouldn't have to do another job for a year or two… or we could spend it on a super long, super awesome holiday somewhere or-"
"You've been hired to kill someone? You're a thief, not a hit man!" Raven protested.
"Who said anything about killing anyone?" The meta human asked loudly, irritated. "It's a theft."
"So then why the gun?" Raven asked as she walked over. "Damn it Jinx, who knows how it was last used! It could be the murder weapon in an open investigation!"
"I know!" Jinx finally shouted, and she did know – the thought had already crossed her mind. "I've been doing this for a long time. You think I don't know the tricks of the trade?"
"Then why the hell did you take it?" The empath asked in disbelief.
"Because that would be throwing a hell of a lot of money down the drain! Keeping it means I'm considering taking the job, like I said."
Raven lent against the kitchen counter and studied the woman, giving Jinx time to cool down and herself time to truly consider all her lover had said. "Exactly what is the job?"
"I told you, a theft. To break into some idiot's house, steal some stupid antique and deliver it."
"Don't you think $100,000 sounds suspicious. For a theft?" The woman tried to reason. When she didn't respond, Raven shook her head. "No. I don't want you doing it. It doesn't sound right."
Jinx's anger rushed back with vengeance as she impulsively scowled, "I'm sorry, but since when did I need your permission?"
The empath's eyes narrowed slightly as she decided, "This isn't open for debate."
The thief shot to her feet in protest, tipping the stool she'd been sat on. "Well it fucking should be! Who the hell do you think you are? You share my bed, you don't own me!"
Despite trying to keep calm, the overflow of Jinx's emotions began to get to her, and she found her voice getting louder. "Do you not see how dodgy this is?"
"Its $100,000 Raven, it's damn worth thinking about!"
"Its suicide! Perhaps you should have asked who he's already hired and where they are now." When she realised Jinx wasn't going to listen she decided to change her angle slightly. "You promised. You promised when we moved in together."
"Oh no you don't!" Jinx approached the empath and invaded her personal space as she jabbed her finger against Raven's sternum, outraged. "I promised to take less jobs and consider your concerns, not obey you!"
"You can't even tell me what you're stealing other than it being an antique of some sort! No, I can't let you do this."
Jinx expression hardened as a clamp came down on the emotions Raven could feel pouring off her until all she was left with was hard resolve. "Then I'm not your problem anymore."
Before Raven could react, the front door had slammed shut and she was suddenly alone. The kitchen light shattered, plunging her into darkness as she ran to the front door, but by the time she'd stepped out into the hallway it was already empty. She wasn't sure how long she stood staring down the empty corridor but she could no longer sense Jinx when she finally backed into the apartment and closed the door.
For the first time in her life, Raven felt the need to break something ripple through her arms and tighten her muscles. She didn't, but she didn't need to as the sound of something breaking reached her ears, something else following it seconds later as Jinx's voice echoed through her head. Then I'm not your problem anymore.
Something gripped her chest and squeezed tight, Raven suddenly struggling to breathe. She stumbled over to the phone and dialled in the number for Jinx's mobile from memory only for it to ring from somewhere behind her, the demi-demon spinning round and finding it sat next to the gun.
The gun. Half of her tried to convince herself Jinx would be back, even if it was for nothing more than her client's weapon but another part of her – the part that had spent years trying to track the H.I.V.E Five – knew Jinx was very good at disappearing, and it wouldn't have been the first time she'd left everything behind to do it.
The vice around her chest tightened until she wished the ground would open beneath her feet and swallow her whole. The impulse running through her arms won, and the phone was no longer in her grip, flying through the air before it smashed into the wall near the bedroom door, splitting into several pieces that clattered to the floor, but she didn't see it, her face buried in her hands the moment they were empty as she cursed herself. Her anger and desperation eventually won out, and she was throwing things again – anything she could get her hands on. Jinx's mobile phone, the gun, the wooden fruit bowl that never seemed to hold anything other than their junk mail and the second stool before she lowered herself onto the floor, her back against the kitchen counter and her eyes on the door as she mentally berated herself again and again.
Despite her plans to watch the door until – in case – Jinx showed up, she'd drifted off to sleep by the time the door finally opened at half past one and a calm but embarrassed thief snuck in. She didn't spot Raven on the floor in the dark.
Jinx locked the door behind her before flicking the light switch, frowning when nothing happened. She flicked it on and off several more times before giving up, not realising the cause until she moved further into the room and heard glass crunch under her boots. She absently scalded herself for nothing thinking about that first, having half managed to convince herself the power was simply out.
The noise woke the empath, and she shot to her feet, narrowly managing to miss the over-hang of the counter top, scaring Jinx who jumped back before exclaiming, "Crap! I didn't see you."
The woman had barely finished speaking when Raven started. "Jinx, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to come across so demanding and possessive and I was a total ass and you have every reason to be angry at me but there is no amount of money in this world or any other that would be worth you risking your life for."
The thief didn't think she'd ever heard Raven talk so fast before, and she studied the empath in amusement before saying, "I know."
Raven could feel her lover's embarrassment, but it didn't really register, her own feelings of distress taking the front seat, telling her that getting such a reply shouldn't have been as easy as that. "You know?" She asked slowly.
"Yeah, I know." Jinx grinned, before admitting sheepishly, "I didn't really want to take the job in the first place, not until you tried to tell me I couldn't. I just thought I should think about it first. I started an argument over nothing." Seeing the protest on Raven's face as the woman started to speak, she quickly added, "You're right, you were a total ass-wipe but only because I started it. I could have stopped it at any point but I didn't." She glanced down to where Raven had obviously been sat the entire time, and offered, "I'm sorry I got you upset over something so stupid."
"You're not leaving?" Raven asked in a small voice, and Jinx felt like something in her chest broke.
She shook her head as she moved over to the empath, pulling her into a tight hug she felt Raven hesitate to return. "I don't think I could leave your cute, sorry ass if I tried. Even if you can be an overly protective, possessive jerk. Not to mention I really like the apartment and if I walk out it's basically handing it over to you, and we can't have that." The ex-titan managed to laugh slightly, though her grip on Jinx tightened. The thief felt the need to add, "I'll take the gun back first thing tomorrow and we can forget this ever happened, 'kay?"
"You might have to find it first." Raven muttered, embarrassed, and she felt Jinx's confusion.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
The empath pulled back slightly so she could see Jinx's face, regretting the move when she felt her cheeks flush red. "I ah… may have thrown a few things."
Jinx laughed, before shrugging. "I'll find it in the morning. I'm kinda tired and snuggling sounds real good right now."
"Jinx, I really am sorry about what I said. I-"
She pressed her finger against Raven's lips, her other hand grabbing hold of empath's. "Shush. I don't wanna hear any more about it. It's sorted, right?" Raven nodded, and Jinx started backing up towards their bedroom, pulling the woman with her. "If it's really still bothering you later, we can talk before you go to work."
Jinx jerked awake, her eyes opening to darkness, and it took a moment for her vision to adjust. It wasn't often Jinx woke up on full alert but it had been, once, back before the H.I.V.E when she was living it rough. It had been her body's way of telling her someone was far too close to her and she needed to prepare to fight, or run, not sleep. She'd always had good instincts.
A little too good. Although it had been a survival tactic that had all but vanished during her time at the Academy, she'd suffered from a relapse when she'd first started sharing the bed with the empathic titan – she would wake three or four times a night in total panic which had, of course, woken Raven up every time too. It had been as irritating as it had embarrassing, but that had stopped happening two years before. Jinx took it has meaning someone was in their apartment – someone who shouldn't have been there.
Jinx's hand searched the bed next to her for her lover, deciding that if someone had broken into their apartment she wasn't going out there without the resident demi-demon. It was slight over kill – the thief was no damsel in distress, and a territorial demon was a deadly demon, but she was well aware of the many enemies the pair had picked up over the years. A petty human burglar she could handle. A meta burglar she could handle. Her ex-team mates she could handle. But the League of Shadows? The Titans? The notorious Gotham villains Jinx had pissed off personally? She wasn't that good.
Her hand came up empty, and Jinx didn't like that. The thief recognised she could be dealing with whatever woke her up, or the woman had woken Jinx up herself getting out of bed, after all the meta human had never been known for being a heavy sleeper. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her head, and it was beginning to unsettle her.
She sat up and scanned the room. There wasn't any light penetrating from under the closed door, and only minimal glow from the streetlamps outside, but that didn't really mean anything to her or Raven. The ex-titan's night vision was impeccable, and her own wasn't bad, her kitty-cat eyes not just for show, and a burglar who turned lights on was behind bars. Even so, she didn't like the lack of light in that moment. Quietly sliding out of the bed, Jinx grabbed her robe and donned it, tying the cord tight around her waist. Silk wasn't the ideal butt-kicking outfit, but she was hardly going to walk out there undressed, just in case, and she didn't want to appear paranoid by fully dressing if it was just Raven. After all, she could think of plenty f reason why her girlfriend would leave their bedroom, the most significant being their argument earlier that night. Despite making up (and later making out) Jinx knew that the woman could really keep a grudge. Best case scenario, she'd find Raven in the guest room. The worst case scenario? Raven was the threat. She couldn't shake what the woman had told her when they'd first moved in together. Jinx was really hoping Raven wasn't the threat.
She tried to open the bedroom door quietly, she really did, but like anything in life it did the complete opposite until Jinx couldn't have cringed more if she'd tried. Despite the lack of lights she quickly spotted Raven by the front door, keys in one hand. At first all Jinx cared about was the smug-looking crimson eyes that pierced the dark. She counted four staring at her, and Jinx suddenly wished she'd stayed in bed, maybe curled up at the bottom beneath the covers. Then she noticed Raven was dressed, and her sudden suspicion drowned out her fear. She was pretty sure the empath hadn't been wearing anything when they went to bed. She was dressed up nicely too, in black skin tight jeans and a garnet camisole under a leather jacket that stopped at her waist. She realised he was jealous, and despite her fear glared at the demi-demon as she stepped further into the room.
"Where're you going?" Unspoken accusations coloured her voice, but she didn't care.
Raven took her time answering, moving to put the keys in her hand onto the kitchen top without removing her gaze from the thief. "I was going out, but now you're awake…"
"Out where?" Jinx pushed, deciding to ignore the voice in her head telling her to run and she stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest.
"Does it matter?" The corner of her lips pulled up ever so slightly. Most people wouldn't have noticed, but Jinx knew she was being laughed at.
"Yes, actually. People don't dress up for nothing." The woman replied rather explosively, her insecurity making her forget who she was addressing.
Raven didn't instantly reply, studying her lover for a moment before saying, "I was not going out with the intension of seeking company. Not that type of company."
The tone of her voice brought Jinx's fear back, and she bunched her fists, trying to focus on the feeling of her nails digging into her skin as she quickly declared, "I never said you were."
The demon started to walk towards her, and Jinx backed up in alarm before forcing herself to stand her ground, her pulse beating hard in her neck as though trying to escape. Raven didn't stop walking until the edge of Jinx's robe brushed her clothing, leaning forward and whispering into the woman's ear, "You didn't need to. I can feel your jealousy. Taste it, almost." Jinx's gaze moved over Raven's shoulder towards the kitchen counter where Raven had put the keys as the woman's breath ghosted over her neck.
She knew Raven said something else, but later she couldn't recall what for her mind had been too busy working on an escape plan. Raven had warned her about her 'demon counterpart', enough times that it hadn't taken Jinx long to become sick of hearing it. Part of that warning had been what she should do if something ever happened. Find the Titans. It had sounded easy when she wasn't being cornered.
Before she'd even fully formed the idea, Jinx threw all of her body weight forward, ploughing into Raven and forcing her back a few steps in her surprise. She didn't try to regain her balance as she stumbled forward, knowing it was a waste of time, but let gravity take her forward, turning it into a neatly executed forward roll, pushing herself into a run the moment her feet touched the floor again. She felt the forgotten glass of the shattered light bulb cut into her feet but ignored it as the kitchen counter caught her, grabbing the keys before rushing to the door. Her heart was doing overtime as she waited for the stab in the back, the pain that would mark the beginning of the end, but it never came. Raven would have already recovered, but nothing happened.
She got the key in the lock on the first try despite her panic, and even managed to unlock it. But it wouldn't open. She went cold, almost feeling feint as all of the blood rushed from her head, and tugged on the door handle again, cursing. She was no longer in control of her actions as she put her foot against the wall and threw her weight back again and again until she thought she was going to dislocate something. When it finally sunk in that the door wasn't going to budge, probably glued into place by Raven's telekinesis, she let go of the door handle and took a moment to compose herself before turning around.
In that moment she had sympathy for every victim in horror movies as her imagination threw one horrifying possibility after another at her, but when she found Raven she was exactly where she'd last seen her, looking more than amused. It was scarier than everything her thought had created. Jinx's eyes remained glued to the demon, afraid to look away, and that's when it clicked.
"You do realise you wouldn't have gotten very far, looking like that."
Raven's smile widened, still silently laughing at her. Jinx moved on hand behind her back and tugged on the door again even knowing it was pointless. It didn't move, and she let her hand drop, suddenly itching for something to do. Even when facing death the woman's patience was limited. She finally side-stepped away from the door, working very hard to keep her eyes on the empath.
"Well, I'll ah… leave you to it. I'm sure you have better things to do than stare at me."
Raven's eyes followed the thief, Jinx not sure how she could tell considering all four slits were complete in their colour, but she could feel the woman's gaze. "I'm not sure I do."
Jinx was still moving away from the door when she accused, "You were going out with the intension of picking a fight! With who? The Titans?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Raven regarded her coolly.
"I couldn't decide between the insolent mortal that would so readily risk your life or his 'dangerous' target, "The empath growled, her eyes narrowing into a glare.
Jinx relaxed slightly, and happy she wasn't the focus of the demon's anger, protested, "Rae, you can't kill potential employers! That's not how it works! You don't even know where to find them."
She started to walk towards Jinx, smiling, though it was a look that left Jinx's skin crawling. "I could smell him on the gun – I can find him, and through him this other threat."
"I told you I'd take the damn thing back!" Jinx stressed. "I thought we sorted this out!"
"They threatened you." Serenity was the last expression the thief had expected to see in those four red eyes, but it was there now. They had threatened her – it was apparently as simple as that. Jinx was happy to assume it meant her life was currently safe, but she didn't like how protective it sounded, and when Raven reached her, Jinx shoved her back a few steps, scowling.
"I don't need your protection."
That look of serenity was gone, replaced by a smug expression that seemed much more at home on the demon's face. "Really? Weren't you searching for me when you woke because you believed someone might have broken in?"
Jinx jerked back, what little colouring she had draining from her face, leaving her feeling ice cold. She couldn't decide if she was angry or scared. "Stay the fuck out of my head."
The thief's hands curled into fists, and she debated throwing a hex at the woman, deciding she would have if she weren't so materialistic. Years of living off little more than scraps could do that to a person, and she liked the home they'd made for themselves. Raven closed what distance there was between them, smiling, and Jinx decided she really wanted to wipe that smug expression off the woman's face. Angry. She was definitely angry.
Once again Raven didn't stop until she was well and truly imposing on her lover's personal space, her hands ghosting over Jinx's haps and their lips inches apart as she challenged, "Make me."
Jinx's fist found the empath's gut. The punch surprised her as much as it did Raven, who stumbled back, her four crimson eyes wide with shock. The thief felt slightly better that the grin was gone from the demi-demon's face before she went back to fearing for her life – that hadn't been a smart move. Still, she managed to growl, "You promised you wouldn't do that shit."
Raven had always spoke about her demon counterpart like it was a different person. Jinx wasn't sure when she'd decided they were both the same person – both still 'her' Raven – but she had, which meant Raven was breaking some serious ground rules of their relationship. She'd been very clear early on about how she felt about Raven's telepathic abilities. Being able to feel her emotions all the time was more than enough for the meta human.
The ex-titan slowly straightened up and tugged at her top, smoothing it back into place before she smiled, "So I did."
Jinx couldn't remember making the decision to move, but the next thing she knew she was moving to punch Raven again. The empath dodged her almost effortlessly, grabbing Jinx's wrist and holding it still, grinning as Jinx glared at her.
"Domestic abuse now, Jinx? That's a new low even for you."
"Don't be cute." The thief scowled. "We spent most of our teenage years beating the crap out of each other." She tugged on her arm but Raven didn't let go. Her grip was solid but gentle, firm enough to keep her trapped but not bruising.
"Like the time you gave me that particularly nasty concussion?"
"Because you broke my fucking arm!" Jinx protested.
"I healed most of it that very night, did I not?" Her hand moved down Jinx's arm and over where the break had been. "I think I did a pretty good job."
"Let me go." Jinx pulled on her arm again before Raven used it to pull the woman closer, running the forefinger of her free hand down the triangle of exposed flesh above where the silky material crossed over Jinx's small breasts.
"Why would I do that?"
The thief glared, but shrugged. Raven had backed her into a corner where she no longer had an argument – no long ever remember what her original argument had been.
The demi-demon smiled, her fingers reaching the sash holding Jinx's robe shut and undoing it with one tug. "You don't want me to kill those men, so I won't. I'll stay indoors." She leaned forward and buried her face against Jinx's pale neck, breathing in her scent. The thief smelt vaguely like sandalwood - of warmth and comfort and home. Despite the completely bad situation, the thief felt her heart rate increase slightly with her arousal. Raven kissed Jinx's skin where shoulder met neck, releasing the woman's arm to push the robe off Jinx's shoulders, gravity doing the rest for her. "I'll stay here, but you can't stop me from having any fun. I won't kill those men, but you're mine for the rest of the night."
Raven's hands found the smooth skin of Jinx's waist before tugging her closer, one denim-clad leg slipping between both of the thief's, the press of the rough fabric adding to her arousal and with the tiniest twinge of embarrassment she wondered if it was something Raven could feel through the jeans – not that she needed to, her empathy being more than enough.
"Why do I get the feeling that this isn't a choice you're offering me?" Jinx asked, though she wasn't sure she really had a problem with that. It was a rare occurrence for Raven to take such a role, and even if the woman was pulling a 'daughter of hell' stunt, she was loath to pass up such a bounty.
"Because it isn't a choice."
"And if I resist?" The thief enquired, but she was smiling slightly, and the white hands sliding under Raven's camisole silently claimed that resisting was the last thing on her mind.
Raven moved her lips away from Jinx's soft skin so she could properly look at the woman, her crimson gaze stoking feelings of fear, but also anticipation. "I'm not against using force."
The first thing Jinx's mind registered as the woke was that she felt sore. From head to toe every inch of her body felt overworked, reminding her slightly of the mornings after rigorous training at H.I.V.E Academy. Only with one difference – aching had never felt this good before.
Her eyes snapped open, all feelings of bliss gone as the events of the night caught up with her. Most specifically, those four crimson eyes. She did her best impression of 'dead' as she listened out for any movement, the only sound being deep steady breathing. Raven was still asleep!
Jinx slowly sat up before making herself look at the empath in the morning light that had managed to find its way around the drapes, briefly wondering if the woman would burst into flames if she opened the curtains, to her own amusement. She had her back facing the thief, the thin sheet gathered at her waist.
"Okay Jinx," She silently told herself as she slid out of the bed. "Slowly make your way to the kitchen and call the titans. They'll know what to do."
She was almost standing when Raven stirred, the thief dropping to the floor from an automatic reflex to hide. Of course, it was hard to hide from someone who could sense your emotions. There was a pause before Raven's face appeared over the side of the bed.
"Why are you on the floor?"
Jinx studied the woman's face, relieved but also confused when she found two amethyst eyes set into a frown. She'd almost began to believe it had all been a bad dream and nothing more when she remember her aching body – no dream was that good.
"Rae? But you… the red eyes and…"
The empath looked startled, then worried as she asked, "Jinx, what do you mean 'red eyes'?"
She propped herself up on her elbows as she answered, "Red eyes! You had four red eyes and you were standing by the door and then you… and we… You mean you don't remember what happened? Any of it?"
"It might help if you were actually making any sense. I know English isn't your first language, but that was just ridiculous."
Jinx cringed. "Okay, this is awkward. I would like to point out that it can't be considered cheating because it technically was you, you just don't remember."
Raven stared at the thief a moment before saying slowly, "How about we try this again and start from the beginning? Because I don't see how any of this explains why you're on the floor." Jinx opened her mouth to start but Raven stopped her with a raised hand before patting the edge of the bed. "Once you're sat up here, because I'm going to get a back neck if I stare down at you like that for too long."
Jinx stood and Raven crawled back over to her side of the bed to give the woman space. She sat and tucked her legs underneath her before saying, "Last night I woke up freaked out like I do sometimes and I was like 'shit' because I thought someone might have broken in but then I tried to wake you, you weren't in bed. You were out there by the front door only you had four eyes and you weren't exactly you. So I tried to do what you told me and get the titans but you wouldn't let me out the apartment and you threatened to kill some guys and you were being all weird and toying with me which isn't like you and-" she paused long enough to take a breath before finishing with, "- we ended up having sex. Then I woke up and thought you might still be all demonic so was trying to leave quietly when you woke so I hid on the floor only it didn't work but you're okay so it's alright."
There was a moment of silence where Raven processed what Jinx had told her before she asked, "Are you sure you weren't just dreaming?"
"Raven what freak dreams about waking up to find their girlfriend's gone demonic without it ending in their death?!" She twisted slightly, showing the woman her back and the deep scratches she could feel, marks left from the empath during her 'fun'. "I even have proof unless Freddy Krueger is suddenly haunting my dreams!"
The empath looked horrified. "Jinx, are you suicidal? You don't talk to my demon and you certainly don't fuck her! You run! She could have killed you, or worse!"
"FWI, you wouldn't let me leave! Trust me, I tried. Becoming demon-food isn't on my list of top ten ways to die." Jinx protested. "Besides, you didn't seem interested in my death. In fact you were being rather…sweet. Even if it was in a protective way which so wasn't cool. So, how come you're not demonic now?"
Raven didn't answer immediately, frowning slightly when she finally admitted, "I don't know."
"Because everything you've told me about this would suggest this is a fluke – it shouldn't happen."
"Well… maybe that part of you isn't as bad as you've made it out to be." Jinx suggested, and the woman frowned at her in disbelief.
"Jinx she's a demon. Of course she's-"
"You're a demon." She quickly corrected. "You. There is no 'she'. Raven you talk about the instincts you get from your dad like it's someone else, but it's not. The way you spoke last night, the memories you recalled, it was all you. Just like 'Brave' and 'Intelligence' and every other aspect of you hidden in Nevermore."
"They why don't I remember any of it?" Raven challenged loudly, shifted so she kneeling. "None of it, nothing you've said means anything to me!"
"Maybe… maybe because you're trying so hard to believe 'she' isn't you." Jinx replied softly. "It doesn't work, you know, running from yourself. Trust me – I've tried on two occasions now."
"Somehow I find that hard to believe," Raven muttered. "You're one of the most self-confident people I've met."
"Yeah, I know, big shock, but long story short when I was a kid I tried to stop being a meta human and when that didn't work, after reaching America, I tried to tell myself it was always where I'd been and forget about home. And look at me now – every Thursday I force feed you dishes I remember my mom making, but we're not talking about me. If it helps any, I love you – all of you, even when you're playing Princess of Hell."
"You admitted you were trying to get to the phone to call the titans when you woke up!" Raven protested.
"Well, yeah – you scared the shit out of me! But next time I know what to expect."
Raven sat in silence for a moment, before muttering, "You don't force feed me anything – I like all of you cooking."
The thief smiled, genuinely pleased to hear that, before replying with, "And I like that you don't even attempt to cook. Seriously."
Jinx laughed at the shock on Raven's face, the empath eventually managing to compose herself enough to say, "Well… at least we're being honest."
The cat-eyed thief shuffled closer to Raven and kissed her, still smiling. She eventually pulled back enough to mumble, "When aren't I honest with you?"
"You do have a good record in that department, "The empath nodded. She pulled back so she could look at her before asking, "Exactly how does one go about not being a meta human , especially since it's so dominant in your genetics?"
Jinx blushed, her eyes darting to the side as she asked, "What's the time? I need to go to the diner and give the gun back."
"It's already done."
"It's what?" Jinx asked.
"It's already done. Honey it's past ten o'clock. The alarm went off and I tried to wake you but you were dead to the world, so I did it on your behalf."
She looked for the alarm clock on the bedside table, and seeing her lover was telling the truth asked, Okay how the hell did you know where to go? What did you do? And why were you asleep when I woke up?"
Raven frowned, "Don't sound so worried. I just handed him the gun and said you wasn't interested. I may have threatened him against contacting you again, but I was very civil. When I got back I decided I was still tired and went back to bed."
"How did you know where to go?" Jinx asked again.
"You're not the only one with contacts. I'm sorry – I didn't realise it was that big a deal. I just didn't want to wake you – you obviously needed the sleep. I tried everything but a bucket of water."
"You didn't want to wake me up or you didn't want to get the bed wet?" Jinx asked, her brow raised.
"I didn't want to wake you – need I remind you I could have easily carried or teleported you into a cold shower?"
"It wouldn't have been the first time." Jinx muttered, before asking, "When you said you tried everything…"
The empath smiled, an up tilt of her lips that made something low in the thief's stomach tighten. "I managed to get a few noises out of you, but I knew waking you up was futile after that, because it usually works."
"Betrayed by myself!" The woman scowled, genuinely upset. "Well, you can try again, if you want."
"I don't think I will. You missed your chance this morning."
"Bullshit! If it was after the alarm the only thing I'd have been waking up for would have been a cold shower!" Jinx accused, before muttering, "Maybe staying asleep wasn't a betrayal after all. Wait, if it's after ten, why aren't you at work?"
"I took the day off. I wasn't feeling a hundred percent when I woke this morning."
Jinx just stared at her. "You never call in sick."
"That's probably because I rarely get sick." Raven replied, and seeing Jinx wasn't buying it, she shrugged. "That was a pretty bad argument we got into last night, and I didn't feel comfortable leaving it as such this morning. I never really did apologise for being such an… asshole. I know you're more than capable of looking after yourself, and I had no right to go off like I did."
"Why do I get the feeling that you're only saying this now because you've ensured I can't do the job?"
Raven smiled sheepishly. "It might have something to do with my timing, but it's an honest, heartfelt apology none of the less."
"Then apology accepted. So, if you're not working and I'm not working, what are we gonna do?"
"I would suggest getting out of bed, for a start. I can't quite believe I managed to sleep in this late."
"Hmmm… sounds like a plan, but maybe later." Jinx smiled before kissing the empath. "You missed out on last night, what with your lack of memories and all, and we can't be having that."
A/N: You won't believe how long it's taken me to write this. So long (we're honestly talking months here), that I am absolutely sick of the damn thing which means no, I did not proof read it after typing it up. The very idea of proof reading the fucking thing makes me want to cry.(In my defence, Domestic Dispositions is a series of 'one-shots' originally meant for creative practice, not grammar practice)
Anyway, let me know what you thought :)