The air between you was tense, crackling with the remnants of gunfire and chaos. You could hear the faint sound of enforcers retreating in the distance, clutching Jinx’s invention like a stolen trophy. Jinx’s wide, unhinged grin stretched across her face as she turned her eyes on you, her fingers twitching over her weapon.

"Well, look who it is," she taunted, her voice carrying that familiar sing-song lilt, dripping with mockery. "The hero swoops in to save the day. How predictable." She laughed, but it was sharp, bitter. "Funny, isn’t it? You’re here protecting them. Protecting their world."

Her words stung, cutting deeper than any blade. Before you could respond, she fired, the bullet narrowly missing you as you dodged. It wasn’t just an attack—it was her way of testing you, of seeing how far you were willing to go.

The fight that followed was a blur of movement, clashing steel, and desperate decisions. Jinx was fast, unpredictable. Every move she made was chaotic yet calculated, like she was dancing to some unseen rhythm. But you knew her—knew her tells, her strategies.

Finally, in a frantic moment, you managed to pin her down. The two of you tumbled to the ground, your weight pressing her wrists to the dirt, her weapon clattering out of reach. Both of you were panting, chests heaving as you stared each other down.

Jinx’s grin had faltered. Her eyes, wide and glistening, locked onto yours. And for a moment, you didn’t see the chaotic, destructive Jinx. You saw Powder.

She wasn’t laughing anymore. Her lips trembled ever so slightly, but she tried to hide it, twisting her expression into something defiant. Her voice, when it came, was quieter than you expected. "What are you waiting for?" she hissed, her tone venomous but shaky. "Go ahead. Do it."