Jynx sat at the computer in Titan Tower, running a computer search, calling up various old news files and other data. The other Titans were scattered around the main room, doing there own thing. Cyborg walked in and went over to Jinx. "Hey Jinx, what are you up to?"
Jinx smiled up at him before answering. "Not much, tin man. Just trying to find anything on my family."
"Your family? Don't you know where they are?" Cyborg was a little confused. "Then again, you've never mentioned your family before. What were they like?"
Jinx smiled sadly, remembering. "They were circus folk. Carnies." She looked around at the expressions on everyone's faces, varying degrees of shock. "What? Is that really so hard to believe?" She called up a couple of old news articles with pictures. She points at two of the individuals. "That's my dad," she said, pointing at a picture labeled 'The Mystique Marquie'. "That was his stage name, actually. His real name was Marcus. I...don't know what his last name was, so finding anything out about him has been kinda hard. He was a stage magician, a pretty good illusionist."
She then pointed at a picture labeled, 'Enchanting Evelyn'. "That's my mom. She was a tightrope walker, though she also did some trapeze work. A really skilled acrobat, though after she got together with my dad, she sometimes appeared as his assistant. Then they had me."
She smiled, calling up another picture. It showed the two from the older photos holding a laughing baby girl up to the camera. "This was actually their fifth attempt at trying to take the picture. From what they told me, the flash from the camera scared me the first four times, and I made them explode." The others laugh hearing this.
"Mom taught me a lot about balance and acrobatics, even let me up on the high wire a time or two. She said I was a natural. While my dad didn't have any actual magic, he knew enough about it to teach me a few things, and figure out the nature of my power. He figured we could use it in an act together. They planned a big thing for my sixth birthday. First, I was going to perform with my Mom on the tightrope, then with my Dad in a magic act. It would have been great, but...just before the show...I got real nervous, and..."
She was silent for a while, staring at another picture, showing the wreckage of a circus, and a fragment of the story, discussing the 'only survivor'.
"After that, I wound up at the Academy under Brother Blood." She returned to her search.
Everyone was dead silent. THey all had their own thoughts.
*Oh, how horrible! No one should have to go through something so terrible so young! How does Friend Jinx bear it?*
*Dude...she's had it hard...*
*She has a lot of inner strength to keep going after all of that.*
*So...so many paralells...* Robin sat there watching her, sipping his coffee.
"Geez, Jinx...we had no idea you'd had it so rough...Anything we can do to help?" Cyborg laid his hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
She smiled up at him. "Well, there might be. I've actually managed to find something. My Mom had a sister that married into another circus troupe. If I can track her down, I might have some family I can contact." She turned back to the screen. "But I can't find anything on the troupe. Have any of you ever heard of the Flying Greysons?"
Jinx flat-eyed as she suddenly became coated in a spray of Robin's coffee. Turning, she saw him coughing, and raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" she asked in a flat voice.
Jinx smiled up at him before answering. "Not much, tin man. Just trying to find anything on my family."
"Your family? Don't you know where they are?" Cyborg was a little confused. "Then again, you've never mentioned your family before. What were they like?"
Jinx smiled sadly, remembering. "They were circus folk. Carnies." She looked around at the expressions on everyone's faces, varying degrees of shock. "What? Is that really so hard to believe?" She called up a couple of old news articles with pictures. She points at two of the individuals. "That's my dad," she said, pointing at a picture labeled 'The Mystique Marquie'. "That was his stage name, actually. His real name was Marcus. I...don't know what his last name was, so finding anything out about him has been kinda hard. He was a stage magician, a pretty good illusionist."
She then pointed at a picture labeled, 'Enchanting Evelyn'. "That's my mom. She was a tightrope walker, though she also did some trapeze work. A really skilled acrobat, though after she got together with my dad, she sometimes appeared as his assistant. Then they had me."
She smiled, calling up another picture. It showed the two from the older photos holding a laughing baby girl up to the camera. "This was actually their fifth attempt at trying to take the picture. From what they told me, the flash from the camera scared me the first four times, and I made them explode." The others laugh hearing this.
"Mom taught me a lot about balance and acrobatics, even let me up on the high wire a time or two. She said I was a natural. While my dad didn't have any actual magic, he knew enough about it to teach me a few things, and figure out the nature of my power. He figured we could use it in an act together. They planned a big thing for my sixth birthday. First, I was going to perform with my Mom on the tightrope, then with my Dad in a magic act. It would have been great, but...just before the show...I got real nervous, and..."
She was silent for a while, staring at another picture, showing the wreckage of a circus, and a fragment of the story, discussing the 'only survivor'.
"After that, I wound up at the Academy under Brother Blood." She returned to her search.
Everyone was dead silent. THey all had their own thoughts.
*Oh, how horrible! No one should have to go through something so terrible so young! How does Friend Jinx bear it?*
*Dude...she's had it hard...*
*She has a lot of inner strength to keep going after all of that.*
*So...so many paralells...* Robin sat there watching her, sipping his coffee.
"Geez, Jinx...we had no idea you'd had it so rough...Anything we can do to help?" Cyborg laid his hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
She smiled up at him. "Well, there might be. I've actually managed to find something. My Mom had a sister that married into another circus troupe. If I can track her down, I might have some family I can contact." She turned back to the screen. "But I can't find anything on the troupe. Have any of you ever heard of the Flying Greysons?"
Jinx flat-eyed as she suddenly became coated in a spray of Robin's coffee. Turning, she saw him coughing, and raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" she asked in a flat voice.