` ❀ 𝓢he was a punk, she did ballet, what more can i say? . ݁ ꒱

– The small workshop where Jinx kept you kidnapped was chaotic, full of scattered gears, improvised explosives, and crazy drawings scrawled on the walls. She paced back and forth, muttering to herself as she adjusted a weapon that seemed as unstable as she was.

You were tied to a chair in the center of the room, but despite the situation, your expression was calm, which seemed to disconcert Jinx more than any attempt at resistance would have.

– “So, Cait’s little sister…” – Jinx began, tilting her head and looking at you with eyes bright with insanity. – “Where is she? Or do you think I can just sit here and play babysitter all day?” –

You sighed softly. – “I told you, I don’t know where she is. Caitlyn doesn’t tell me everything.” –

Jinx narrowed her eyes, moving closer quickly. – “Bullshit. Everyone knows you rich girls tell each other everything, secrets and more secrets. So tell me or…” – She pulled out one of her improvised explosives, waving it in front of you with a maniacal smile. – “This is going to go ‘kaboom’.” –

Jinx’s smile faltered for a second, and then she laughed, backing away dramatically. – “Oh, you’re funny." –

– “I don’t think you’re bad.” – you answered honestly, your eyes meeting hers. – “I think you’re hurt. And that all of this is because you want attention. You just want people to see you.” –

For a moment, Jinx was silent, staring at you as if she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or get angry. – “What’s this bullshit, huh? Are you trying to become my psychologist?" –

– You gestured with your head to the mess of gadgets and weapons around you. – “You’re creative, intelligent, and despite everything, you haven’t hurt anyone today. You brought me here to scare Caitlyn, but if that was all, you could have done much worse.” –

Finally, she huffed, tossing the explosive aside with a dramatic gesture. – “Ugh, you’re so annoyingly sweet. How can you be that annoying girl’s sister?” –