Author's Note: Anyone who reads stories by KiraraGlitter knows that we are a joint account. This story was mostly written by me, A, with some help from my partner, K. That being said, enjoy!
Chapter One
"Well, we got the crud-muncher just like you said, Jinx. Now what are we gonna do with him?"
I saw Kid Flash's eyes open slowly, still slightly under the effect of the knockout drug we'd (well, okay, Gizmo'd) slipped him right before capturing him. I'd personally said he'd probably given him too much, but (to quote Gizmo exactly), "He's a snot-brained Titan. There's no such thing." And if I'd said too much in his defense, they would have realized the truth. The real reason I told them we should kidnap Kid Flash and hold him here.
That I had fallen completely, hopelessly, passionately in love with him.
Kid Flash. A hero. If I wasn't so in love, I would have been disgusted.
"Yeah, Jinx. What we gonna do with him?"
"Calm down, Mammoth. We'll figure out something, I know we will. For now, just send him to one of our prisoner holding cells."
"Should we give him some more knockout drug?" Of course it was Gizmo. Only he would say such a thing.
"Why?" I asked innocently.
"Because if we don't he might run away while we're trying to bring him down there. Duh!"
"Don't duh me, Gizmo. And Mammoth can hold him, despite his speed. He has super-strength. Duh!"
Gizmo breathed a little sigh of defeat (was there ever any question as to who was going to win that battle? Me, duh!), then pulled out a little gadget. "I'm at least gonna shock him!"
"NO!" I wanted to yell. I wanted to hex the gadget out of his hands, and then hex him to China. Scratch that, hex him to Pluto.
But I didn't. I knew if I did, the others would instantly figure that I had a major crush on him. So I just took a few steps back and closed my eyes, not wanting to watch Kid Flash getting shocked.
When I opened my eyes again, Mammoth had Kid Flash slung over his shoulder. He looked dead, and I had to check for a moment that he wasn't.
"So, Jinx, now that we got the pit-sniffer, what do we do with him?"
"Yeah, Jinx, what we gonna with him?"
"I vote we take him apart and see what makes him tick. We never did get to do that the last time we caught him. All in favor of taking him apart and seeing what makes him tick, say I. I." Billy number one.
"I." Billy number two.
"I." Billy number three.
"I." Billy number four.
"I." Billy number five.
"I." Billy number six.
"I." Billy number seven.
"I." Billy number eight.
"I." Billy number nine.
"I." Billy number ten.
"Okay Billy we get it. You like the idea. Now please stop multiplying yourself so you can win the agreement. I decide what we do with him, not you guys. And I say… well… I say we wait until I figure out what to do with him."
"That's not fair! Why do you always get to decide what to do? Matter of fact, why do you always get to…"
"Come on, Gizmo. That stupid hero's not worth any effort. Wanna make a fort out of sofa cushions?" Billy multiplied himself so that he had enough of him to pick up one sofa cushion each.
I groaned as all the other boys grabbed anything they could to help make the fort. "I'll just go put him down there," I said, but my statement fell on deaf ears. I knew it would, so I just used my hex powers to lift him up (hey, it's a well-known fact that while unconscious, people are almost twice as heavy!) and bring him down to our prisoner holding cell.