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Jinx groaned from boredom, setting her sketchbook down and rolling the pen around her fingers. The common room was quiet still, absent of the boys’ boisterous cheering and bantering whenever they played multi-player in the console.
“Can we not ask for help?” Jinx slung her arm over the couch as she turned her head to look at the kitchen, staring at Starfire lazily, ignoring the overstretch of her muscles. The princess was currently resting her arms and head on the kitchen island, her fingers drawing figures on the surface. The solemn gaze the princess sent at the table was close to making the witch feel pity, but she didn't want to hear an endless conversation about how Starfire and Robin were dancing around on what to define their relationship.
“I am unsure where to find help if Robin does not want me contacting the JLA. It is not just every day they get zapped and disappear in the middle of nowhere.” Starfire sighed, rising and walking over to Jinx. She sat down on the couch, peering at Jinx's sketchbook. “Are you drawing pentagrams?”
“Oh, yeah.” Jinx shrugged, her lips failing to hide a cheeky grin.
“What for?”
“Just annoying someone.”
Starfire’s emerald eyes flickered to the red, angry pentagrams littering her sketchbook for a long time, then settled on the red pen she held. A hum, then a clear of a throat. When the princess’s brows creased, Jinx knew something was up.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“Do you need help?”
“Ah, no, no, I’m just drawing it for fun.”
Starfire peered at her more weirdly. “Is this the effect of not having the boys here?”
“What?”
“What?”
“Did you just think if I was going crazy?” Jinx asked, her eyes squinting in disbelief blending with suspicion. She knew her answer when there was a sheepish smile from Starfire and the warrior was slowly backing out from the couch. “Star? You better sit your ass down because I want to know what you were thinking.”
“I think we should run for our lives because your pentagrams are glowing angrily.” Starfire almost yelled as her finger pointed at the book.
Jinx laughed. “Nice try, Star.”
An explosion occurred from where she placed the book, and she screamed in surprise, her arms raised to protect her face as fumes blazed from the book. The smell of acrid brimstone violated her face, and she scrunched her nose, leaning away as she coughed out the wave of ashes.
“What the fuck do you want!?” Raven’s figure was made of gray, intangible smoke from the book that danced and fluttered upward, her glowing four eyes squinting angrily at the hexcaster.
The smoke figure swerved her head to glare at the squeaking warrior who hid herself behind the couch.
“She did it!” Starfire pointed to Jinx, who was sweating profusely.
“Heh.” Jinx licked her lips; it was dry and tasted of ash. “Look, bunny, it was just some harmless scribbles. I didn’t know it’d summon you.”
“It’s like you have your phone’s notification spamming in your lock screen with an annoying ding, but it’s in your head!” Raven growled. “And bunny?! That was one time from Jumbo!”
“I admit, you were indeed cute.” Starfire chuckled, her hands raising to imitate petting a small animal held in a palm. “Who would have thought a supervillain would be so adorable as a bunny?”
“I got in the crossfire of your combat!” Raven hissed.
Jinx’s red pen she held in her hand vibrated and floated to the smoke, shattering and being absorbed by the smoke, gone and never again to write. Bummer, she loved how the pen dragged and wrote across her thick sketchbook. “I just bought that.”
“You need to purchase some common sense because clearly you’re lacking,” Raven said, sending a harmless plume to her.
“Rude.” Jinx frowned. With that, the smoke evaporated, leaving her and Starfire staring at the book burnt to a crisp. “Aw. I had good sketches there.”
“You mean naked drawings of your girlfriend?” Starfire asked.
“Yup.” Jinx shrugged, then swerved her head in realization. “Hey!”
There was a flash of lightning, and they prepared for another round of an angry demoness, but it was just the boys compiling into a heap in the center of the room, breaking the table, and whatever remained of her sketchbook was sticking to Cyborg's back.
Robin, Cyborg, and Beastboy looked fresh from battle, groaning and sighing. However, their wide grins told them of the victory they faced.
“Man, did you see how pissed that dude was?” Cyborg chuckled, struggling slightly from breathing as the two men were still on top of him.
“Told him his game sucked, and he was a sore loser!” Beastboy added, a mischievous laugh working out of his mouth. “He can’t beat us!”
“Oh, hi girls!” Robin waved to them. “We just made someone cry.”
“Well, we pissed someone,” Jinx replied.
Just then, another zap of lighting appeared, heading straight for the girls. It surrounded them, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone.
“Oh, no.” Beastboy groaned. “They’re shitty players! I mean, except Terra!”
“Cheat codes can’t help them now.”
“Oh, c’mon, Jinx can be a decent player.”
“Not until she starts cursing loudly and ends up cursing the console literally.”
The residues of the smoke that wafted upward got sucked in by the detector. It beeped for a moment, and the sprinklers turned on, showering the boys.
“Jinx?” Cyborg offered.
“Jinx.” Robin groaned.