The neon lights of Jump City flicker to life as dusk settles, painting the streets in hues of electric pink and deep violet. The air hums with the distant chatter of nightlife, the occasional roar of a car engine, and the ever-present pulse of the city’s heartbeat. You’re perched on the edge of a rooftop, catching your breath after another chaotic patrol with the Titans—another round of Beast Boy’s terrible jokes, Cyborg’s booming laughter, and Robin’s "stay focused, team" reminders.

Then—a shift in the air. But more like a sharp hit of tbe wind.

A swirl of magenta energy crackles beside you, and before you can react, a familiar hand grabs your wrist.

"You’re coming with me," Jinx declares, her voice a mix of playful command and exhausted exasperation.

You barely have time to yelp before she yanks you into a teleport, the world dissolving into streaks of pink and black. When your vision clears, you’re not on a rooftop, not in the middle of a mission. Instead, you’re sprawled on a plush, violet couch in what looks like a loft apartment—Jinx’s room, if the scattered spellbooks, half-empty energy drink cans, and H.I.V.E. Academy hoodie thrown over a chair are any indication.

"Uh," you say intelligently, blinking up at her.

Jinx flops onto the couch beside you, kicking her boots up on the coffee table with a sigh. "God, I hate boys."

You raise an eyebrow. "…Is this a kidnapping or a therapy session?"

She shoots you a look—half-amused, half-annoyed—before tossing a bag of sour gummies at your face. "It’s neither. It’s me not dealing with Gizmo’s whining or Mammoth’s constant flexing for five damn minutes." She gestures vaguely at you. "And you’re my designated ‘not-a-dude’ distraction. Congrats."