Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own the show Teen Titans, nor the various DC comics on which this fanfiction is based.

Warning for the series: This series is rated M for a reason, and shouldn't be read by the immature, regardless of their age. Violence, language, and lesbian romance involving sex are just some of those reasons. Consider yourselves duly warned, and enjoy!

The night of the new moon was incredibly fortuitous for the group of thieves moving through the museum.

Five of them move through the thick shadows, making not a sound.

They finally reach their goal, a large display case full of sparkling gems and jewels.

The tiny pieces of card-stock beneath each one all report some mystical properties, or some sultan that supposedly had originally owned them.

For the former H.I.V.E. students, though, only the money mattered at all.

To the right buyer, the gems could be worth a small fortune each, and that was if they just turned out to be pretty chunks of rock. If their powers were anything close to what was claimed, then they could be set for life by the new group setting up shop all around.

A man with a cowl in the form of an owl steps out of the shadows, his black cloak revealing little more than the coverage had.

A powerful, red glow rises from the hexagonal gemstone hanging from his neck, and the glow becomes like an aura, wrapping around his body.

A pool of darkness coats his extended hand, and the missing section above his elbow appears behind the display case's glass.

From his open palm, the red light dispels, shooting through the wiring in the glass and shorting the wiring to the security system.

Giving a satisfied nod, seemingly to nobody but himself, he retracts his hand and points at one of the other lurking shadows.

A hulking man in golden armor steps up, grabbing the glass on either side.

With a grunt of effort, he lifts the heavy plexiglass, lifting it high just long enough for Kyd Wykkyd to grab up the gems with a bag offered by another of the concealed figures.

As he begins lowering it from above his head, a spark of light floods the entire room, revealing them all and causing grunts of pain at the unexpected blindness.

A wave of pink sparks launches out from somewhere in the large room, slamming into the large man's elbows.

While no pain is felt, his elbows suddenly begin shaking violently under the weight.

With a grunt, his sweating hands slip from the glass.

The case comes crashing violently down atop his head, the glass shattering against his skull.

Blood pools on the museum carpet as he falls, unconscious, to the ground seconds later.

The other four quickly come together as a group, looking for where the attack had come from.

"Looks like you've lost your edge, Wykydd," a throaty, feminine voice claims.

The voice echoes along the silent air of the room, giving the group nothing to work with.

Red eyes move about the shadows, glaring in silent recognition.

"Who're you?" a man with dark mocha skin and a mechanical, cyclopic eye demands.

"Ah, I'm hurt, See-More," the voice mocks, again not giving them anything to help them locate the threat.

A hand quickly moves to the side of the visor and turns a dial, the green glass turning dark red.

The orb rolls around, looking for anything giving off a heat signature.

When he finally finds one, it slams into him, the wave of neon pink sparks making the glass explode.

Smoke and glass shards fly through the air as the man flies backwards.

Blood rolls down from beneath the shattered visor, glass imbedded deep in the unconscious thief's face.

While the three are staring at their two fallen colleagues, a lithe form moves like a ghost through the shadows, ducking and rolling between cases and tables.

The woman finally reach their backs, and launches at them like a coiled spring releasing.

By the time one of the thieves sees her moving through the darkness, she already reaches her target.

A grunt sounds in the air as a fist slams solidly into his jaw, sending him into a spin to the ground.

The figure lands with him, her knee pressing into his throat.

When the man's eyes roll backward, she rolls off, coming to the feet of the only woman in the thieves' team.

As she comes up to swing at the woman, she jumps into the air, large white wings rising from her spine and smacking the assailant away, through the table previously housing their stolen goods.

The wood shatters, driving splinters into the tough material of the assailant's jumpsuit as she smashes into the ground and rolls several times.

"What're you doing here, messing with us, Jinx? I heard you got locked away," Angel mocks, her wings fluttering to keep her above the ground.

Grunting, Jinx pushes herself to her feet, dusting the wood shards off.

"Forgot about those. Sloppy," she sighs to herself. "I don't care what you do with your free time. You two can run along… As soon as you hand over that toy around your neck. It's entirely too dangerous for you, Wykkyd."

The mute man simply glares at Jinx, a slight smirk curving his lips.

"You got the drop on us, Lucky. It won't happen now that we know who we're dealing with," Angel growls.

She goes into a spin in the air, swinging her wing out to try slamming it into Jinx's throat.

The air screams in resistance of the violent motion, warning Jinx of the attack before it's even begun.

With a pulse of motion, she jumps into the air and comes down atop the wing, still mid-arc.

Her weight presses down on the sensitive flesh, and Angel gives a pained scream as she's dragged from the air.

When she crashes, Jinx cartwheels atop her wing, coming down with her legs atop the downed woman's shoulders and a hand around the back of her throat.

Her expression is stony, making Kyd Wykkyd's smirk vanish in an instant.

"Magical gem. Now, Wykkyd. You try to teleport her from under me, I go with her, and who knows if my hand, currently wrapped around your girlfriend's throat, might end up twisting in the sudden motion?" Jinx demands.

Her tone, far more than her words, are what convinces Wykkyd that Jinx has certainly changed since quitting the H.I.V.E. Five.

Nodding, he unsnaps the chain around his neck and pushes his hand through a portal, the gem landing at Jinx's feet.

With a grim smile, Jinx grabs the gem up with her free hand and wraps the chain around her fist, making sure that he can't pull it form her.

With that done, she steps away from the downed woman and works her way in jumps back to the window she'd entered through.

She doesn't threaten the two not to follow her or attempt revenge. Her eyes alone have ensured she doesn't need to…

Editor's Notes:

For the record, Angel is a cartoon-exclusive character, seen only two or three times, but since Jinx in this story has nothing to do with the H.I.V.E. Five, I'm writing with the assumption that Kydd Wykkyd would simply recruit other villains in the place of the ones who quit.

This story is actually an in-progress script for a doujinshi I'm planning on drawing, once I work more on my art skills to the point of being able to draw it. I've recently found myself more interested in American comics, mostly in DC's universe, as well as the various cartoons, movies, and shows based on them, which is why this is the first fanfic I've thought of that isn't taking place in an anime or manga.

The story is set within the universe of the 2000's Teen Titans cartoon, mostly if not entirely centered on events taking place with Raven and Jinx with some occasional forays into other characters' minds, but also has a lot of elements of the DC comics universe. This is going to be quite a crossover by the end, as of the plot I currently have.

Be sure to let me know your thoughts, positive or negative!