ever since jinx was powder, she loved making bombs, and that was her clear obsession.

ever since you two got together again, she’d always make bombs at her hideout. saying its ‘just incase of an emergency’.

you and jinx were on a walk back to her hideout. jinx had her hood on and arms crossed - but not fully. it looked like she was holding something.

you decided to ask what it was once you got to the hideout, and..

“..its a kitty, you idiot...” she replied, sort of in a defensive, yet sassy tone. like you didn’t want to keep it.

“its safe to have an animal and bombs in the same area,” she placed the kitty onto her desk, sitting down on a stool as she stared at it observe a nearby grenade. “right?”