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Sketches and Secrets

Kid Flash smirked. This would go down as one of the funniest things he'd ever seen. He tried to hold back the grin that threatened to come across his face. If Jinx knew he was watching, he was fairly certain that she would try to blast him into orbit.

The girl was out in the middle of the field that he had taken her to earlier in the day, in an attempt to be romantic for her. She had scoffed at his efforts, refusing to try and have a good time. But now, in the evening hours, she had come back here. And changed clothes too, which made it so funny.

Instead of her usual black attire, she was dressed in a soft white sundress with tiny blue flowers printed across it. Her clunk boots were exchanged for lace up sandals, and her pink hair was loose from its usual style, flowing down to mid-shoulder. She was sitting in the field with a sketchbook and pack of charcoal pencils. He wondered if she was sketching the unicorns again.

He nearly laughed. It was so unusual to see her like this; he couldn't help but find it funny. It would be the same as if that Goth chick Raven decided to wear a cute frilly pink dress with matching ballet slippers.

Curiosity getting the better of him, as it usually did, he quietly zipped around behind her. He suddenly winced; he'd used too much speed! She held onto her sketchbook tightly as the force of his speed created a fierce wind. Angrily, she looked around. "Kid Flash, is that you? You better not be hiding around here!"

He crouched down to the ground, not wanting her to see him. Nothing moved or stirred again, the birds around the field starting up their evening calls. She eventually relaxed, looking a little sheepish. She shook her head at herself, "Get a grip, girl. You're getting paranoid in your old age." The girl began to resume her drawing.

The young hero inched along, eager to see what she was working on. Contrary to what everyone seemed to think, he had a great deal of patience. And, as he had shouted at Jinx last night, he did not have ADHD. Just because he could move and react faster, he kept getting pigeon-hold into this stupid stereotype. He nearly gave himself away when she suddenly flopped down onto her back. The girl yawned, stretching out and doing interesting things to her dress in the process. She blinked tired eyes, shifting a bit to get comfortable before closing her eyes to catch a quick nap. Her breathing evened out, making him cautiously raise his head up. He accidentally stepped on a twig, the snap of the branch making him wince. Yet she didn't stir.

He breathed a sigh of relief. 'Man, she's out of it. No wonder. Poor kid's been up all night trying to figure everything out'. And she had been. Jinx had barely slept the entire time she'd been traveling with him, fighting it out with herself about what she wanted out of her life and what she really wanted to be. He had high hopes for her. She could help so many people if she only chose to do so. He knew she had more in her than a stupid villain's ambition.

Walking forward as quietly as he could, he sat down by her side, picking up the book. Opening the front cover, he smiled at the first picture. A unicorn stallion in full gallop. 'If nothing else,' he thought to himself, 'she has a promising career as an artist.' He continued scanning through the book, the subjects varying from a detailed sketch of one of Gizmo's machines, to a cartoon style of Kid Wyckid trying to make a sandwich and making a huge mess.

The last couple of pages were more interesting to him. One was a picture of the rose he'd given her. Another was of the last place they'd been, Science City in Russia. The last sketches of the book though, truly surprised him. All of them were of him. One whole page was dedicated to him running full-out in a near blur of speed, almost picture-like in detail. Another page was of his face in different expressions, some roughly done, and some in soft detail. Another was of him dressed in a tuxedo, with his mask still on, a little quotation underneath it saying, 'Flash. Kid Flash.' He held in his laughter. 'So she did hear me last night when I said I loved all the Bond movies.'

The last sketch that she had been working on was what really got him. He stopped still, the sight riveting him. He was sleeping peacefully, without his uniform. Or his mask. A few strands of hair were across his face, lips slightly parted in sleep. She had drawn him on his back, one hand tucked under his neck and his head leaning on his arm, a sheet covering his lower body.

The pose wasn't what got him. It was the emotion showed by her work. Kid Flash was no art critic, but he could tell when something had been done with love. He glanced over at her sleeping form. "You love me?" He whispered, unable to disguise the surprise or hope in his voice. He had wanted the girl to notice him that way ever since he'd laid eyes on her, but hadn't really had that much hope that she would return his affections. But this seemed to prove to him that something more than friendship was there. He lifted his eyes up to the sky. "She loves me. She loves me back. Wow. Didn't think she would, not really." The smile that spread across his face could have lit the darkest night.

He closed the book, laying it carefully off to the side. He debated on whether to take her back to the cabin they were staying in, but decided against it. He scooted closer to her, lying down on his side so that his front faced her back. Slowly, as to not wake her, he closed the distance between them until he was spooning against her. "Good night, sweet Jinx." He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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Jinx's POV

I'm gonna kill him.

It was the only thought that made it across the nervousness that clouded her mind. She had tried to take a nap in the field, the last warm rays of the sun lulling her into the need for sleep. But noooo, Mr. Fastest—Boy—Alive had to try and spoil all that. As if that noise hadn't woke her. She nearly seethed as he crept closer to her. 'This is what I get for wearing a girlie dress. If he lays one finger on me, I'll—I'll'—

'Thank him for it?'

She nearly started in shock. 'What? Where the hell did that thought come from'? She mentally shook off the thought. 'Jinx, girl, stop talking to yourself, it isn't healthy.'

To her surprise, he'd not tried to grope her, but had gone for the sketchbook instead. Knowing how much he'd wanted to see that thing, she finally gave up and let him have it. He would have found a way to get it eventually, and his constant asking had been getting on her nerves. 'Of course, he looks awfully cute when he pouts'—

'Shut up! This is not the time to be mooning over him. He doesn't care about you that way.' She watched with barely open eyes as he riffled through her sketches. She kept track of the pages he was looking at in her head, noting his reaction to each one. When he reached the pages that had the drawing of him, she nearly spoke up to try to stop him.

But the look on his face stopped her from moving. He looked—she ached to have a pencil in hand to try and capture that look. Flash looked so—moved, was the only way she could think of to describe it. As he flipped through those pages, she watched his every expression. She caught his smile at the Bond parody, his look of appreciation at the facial sketches. But when he reached that last drawing, she knew she should have stopped him from seeing it. It was too personal, too private, even for the subject she pictured to see.

His words stunned her, shaking her to the core. "You love me?" He said, voice shaking in surprise. He almost sounded hopeful. She caught his expression of happiness as he looked up to the sky. "She loves me. She loves me back. Wow. Didn't think she would, not really."

The word 'back' stuck in her ears. 'Back? As in, he loves me already? I thought he was just flirting!' She almost stiffened as she felt him move around to lie beside her, coming closer to spoon against her. His arm felt so warm as it wrapped around her waist. "Good night, sweet Jinx," he whispered, her name sounding like a prayer. She felt his breathing even out, signaling his beginning sleep. The girl waited a few moments before moving, shifting her body so that she was now facing him. For what seemed like hours, she studied his face, wanting to see him without the mask. She almost reached out to pull it off him, but stopped herself.

'Heroes and their secret identities,' she thought to herself. She wondered briefly why villains didn't always wear masks like the heroes did, but came the obvious conclusion. 'They know that the heroes won't go after their families to get to them, so who cares if everyone knows you're related to Betty What's-her-name.' She moved closer to him at her next thought. 'I never needed to hide my identity. No one in my family would claim to know me. Probably still won't. No one wants to stay near an untouchable. Or misfortune.'

"You're not misfortune." She nearly jumped out of her skin when Kid Flash spoke. Blue eyes locked onto pink as he looked at her. "You have a gift that can be used against terrible enemies. How can that be misfortune?"

She swallowed hard, her body shaking in delayed shock. "You heard me? S-Since when are you psychic?"

"You were talking. Or were you thinking out loud?"

She looked down, blushing, not knowing where this sudden bout of shyness came from. "Oh. Sorry."

He tilted her head up to face him. "Why did you call yourself an untouchable?"

She thought about just telling him that it was none of his business, but decided against it. It wasn't his fault what had happened so long ago. She closed her eyes. "You know I'm from India, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, in India, there used to be a caste system. You know, like a social order?" He nodded. "The British, when they came in the 1800's, they tried to abolish it, and some people tried to reform it later on, but its still alive and kicking, despite what the books say. Well, my family used to be way up there like the Brahmin. They were one of the top social families. They were rich and powerful, and they controlled a lot of the streets in my old city. But when I was born, they started to fall from their position. I couldn't control my powers back then. I blew things up, made things fall or break. They thought I was some kind of demon, sent as a Karmic punishment for something they did. So they tried to get rid of me."

He couldn't help his look of stunned horror. "Get rid of you?"

"They stripped me of my social rank, tattooed over all my family marks and gave me new ones," she pointed to the black under her eyes. "Then they threw me out into the streets and claimed I was an untouchable. Do you know what that is?" He shook his head. "An untouchable is someone that isn't supposed to be alive. They can't touch water sources, or they'll pollute it with their bad luck. Someone has to have pity on them and get the water for them, taking the risk of catching their bad luck. They can't buy food, they have to steal or beg for it. They can't go near any houses or shelters without being driven away. Sometime the doctors won't even see them if they're sick." Unnoticed by her, tears had started to roll down her face. "They're fair game for anyone to take advantage of, and no one will come to help you. You have to stay in the dark places and can't come near the light anymore"—she began to quietly sob against his chest.

The boy pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin. He crooned under his breath, stroking her hair and back over and over. "Shhh, its okay, that can't happen to you anymore. I won't let anything like that happen to you ever again. Hey," he tilted her face up to look at him, wiping her tears away from her face. "You are a strong girl; you can handle raging Titans and stupid HIVE members. You can do anything you set your mind to, and nothing can stop you from doing that. Not your family, not some stupid system, and especially not me."

Flash tried to imagine living a life like that, and wondered if he would have turned out half as well adjusted as Jinx was. He looked her in the eyes. "No one can ever make you stay in the dark again. You can always come near the light."

She calmed her sobs and hiccups, sniffing to clear her nose. "Thanks."

"For what? Telling you what you already know?"

She hit his shoulder. "Way to ruin the moment, bucko."

He grinned, "Thanks. I try so hard."

"Smart-alek," she muttered. He just smiled back at her. She paused as he suddenly looked nervous. "What is it?"

"Ummm," he shifted into a sitting position, and she followed suit. "I think you're going to kill me for this one, but I really don't want to die anytime soon without doing this at least once." He leaned forward and kissed her. It was a simple kiss, no frills or such, just chaste and modest. He pulled back, a slight blush on his face. "Okay, you can pound me into the dirt now."

Jinx wasn't paying any attention to him. She raised hesitant fingers to her lips, touching them and feeling the lingering warmth he left there. She looked back to him. "You kissed me."

He nodded.

"You actually kissed me."

"It seemed like a good idea at the time."

She didn't react to his smart-mouthing. "My first kiss…..," she trailed off. Suddenly, her spine stiffened, and she got a very determined look on her face.

'Here it comes,' he thought. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact.

But all he felt was the sensation of warm lips on his own. He blinked open his eyes, stunned. She looked a little shy as she pulled away from him. "Did you……like it?"

"Oh, yeah," he breathed. He shook his head to clear it. "Why did you kiss me back?"

"Why did you kiss me in the first place?" She countered.

He grinned. "That's simple. I've always wanted to kiss you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

Jinx stared at him in shock. "You have?"

"I don't know if you know this, hon, but you are a very beautiful girl."

"Beautiful?" She whispered. She knew that she wasn't bad looking, but several years of having rocks thrown at you doesn't exactly lead to having body confidence.

"Very beautiful," he nodded, a bit taken aback by her surprise. "You're brave, gusty, you know what you want and you're not afraid to go after it," he gave her a look, "whether it's legal or not. You're smart enough to know when something's bad for you, and strong enough to change it if you want. What's not to love about you?" He suddenly covered his mouth, knowing he'd said too much.

"You love me?" She asked.

"Um, I, ah"—he swallowed hard—"that is"—

The girl laughed. "The great Kid Flash is actually speechless? I thought I'd never see the day."

"Smart-alek," he muttered, his face blushing fuchsia. "Wait, you think I'm great?"

She kept her smile, tilting his face up to look him in the eyes. "Want to know a secret?"

He looked at her warily. "What kind of secret?"

She paused, thoughtful. "My kind of secret," she said softly.

He shrugged, "I'll take a chance on that."

"Alright then." She leaned over to whisper it in his ear.

He pulled back from her, a dazed look on his face. "Really?"

She nodded.

He grinned full out. "Well alright." Suddenly a thought came to him. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Right now, or just for the sake of general information?"

He gave her an exasperated look. "Both."

"Nothing I can think of right now. But I'll let you know if that changes." She stood up, beginning to walk off towards the road.

"Hey," he called, "where are you going?"

She gave him a wink over her shoulder. "Back to the cabin. You coming?"

"Am I ever!" He whooped, racing over and scooping her up in his arms. They raced off into the night.

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Just a bit of fluff that came to me. Should I continue? Let me know in a review!