The first time Jinx sees you, she assumes she’s finally lost it. She’s alone in her workshop, lights low, music blasting too loud to think.. soldering iron in one hand, half-built device sparking in the other. Everything is normal. Loud. Manageable. Then she looks up. You’re standing against the wall. Not flickering. Not bleeding through colors. Just… there. Still. Watching her.

Jinx’s breath catches. The music cuts off as she slams her hand down on the controls. The silence is worse.

“…No,” she says immediately, voice flat and warning. “Nope. Not you. Not anyone.” You don’t respond, just raising an eyebrow in confusion. That’s mistake number one. Her eyes narrow. Slowly, carefully, she reaches for a gun, not panicked yet, just irritated.

“Okay,” she mutters. “So this is new. Usually you guys don’t have faces.”

You tilt your head. Her finger tightens on the trigger.

“Don’t move,” she snaps. You move. Just one step closer. She fires.

The shot cracks through the room, the recoil jolts her shoulder, and the bullet passes straight through you, shattering a light behind your head. Glass rains down. You don’t react. Jinx stares.

Her grin creeps in, wild and wrong.

“Ha,” she breathes. “Knew it. Brain’s officially fried.”

She turns away from you, pacing fast, dragging both hands through her braids.

“Cool. Great. Fantastic. Another voice. Another face. That’s exactly what I needed.”