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Mating Rituals	By : cross64 Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 49719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SUMMARY: Starfire doesn't know how to entice Robin, so she asks Beast Boy to show her what sex and love is like on Earth. Meanwhile, Raven has confessions to make to Robin. THIS CHAPTER is Lime, but also has some Bi behavior and suggestions of Ped and BDSM-D/s.
CHAPTER: Robin asks Star on a date! Beast Boy and Raven aren’t happy about that, making for some real tension in the Tower. Aaaaand, Cyborg catches a girl’s fancy! My big ol’ Cy-bear gets some love too! =^.^=
The characters are the same age as they are in the show. I’m assuming that makes them minors.
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The Titans sat together at the dining room bar to eat. Cyborg was the cook tonight, which meant the food would be meaty but delicious. The Titan hummed a merry tune as he worked on a couple pieces of chicken and a tofu meal for the vegan among the team. The other four Titans sat quietly, drinking their respective beverages. None of them looked at each other or talked, which was starkly different from their usual routine. Starfire sipped at some ketchup (a sister drink to her mustard), Raven drank her tea beside her, Robin had what remained of a PowerAde, and Beast Boy on the end chugged a can of cold cola.
“How many wings you want, Star?” Cyborg asked as he poked a bunch onto a plate. “Five? Six?” She had a big appetite.
“Just two please,” she said sweetly. “I am not very hungry.”
Cyborg’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you sick?”
“No,” she smiled. “I just had too much of a tasty snack earlier.”
Beast Boy sprayed half a gulp from his nose and fell backwards off his chair. Robin and Raven looked down and watched him climb back into his seat, head down to hide his embarrassment. He wiped the counter clean with a few napkins. Starfire’s grin never left.
“Never thought I’d hear the day when Starfire said she was full.” Cyborg put two pieces on Star’s plate and served them to the happy alien, who immediately thanked him and gingerly bit into one. The Titan looked at the others. “Ah well, more for us three!” Beast Boy, of course, was the odd-man-out.
When everyone had their meals, Cyborg plopped down in his seat and tried to strike up a conversation. “So what’d everybody do today?”
“Nothing!!” Beast Boy shouted, nearly jumping out of his seat. He promptly sat back down when he realized how unnecessarily loud he’d become. He focused intently on his tofu dogs and tried to hide from everyone’s stares.
“…Ohhhh-kay.” Cyborg blinked. “What about you guys who haven’t had too much caffeine?”
Robin and Starfire didn’t answer. Both were doing the same thing - half-dodging the answer, half-thinking of a good lie. Raven, meanwhile, remained infinitely calm as she finished a gulp from her cup.
“Same,” the sorceress said.
“You did nothing?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Raven took a small bite of chicken from her fork. She didn’t elaborate, despite Cyborg’s expectant pause. Raven always answered with the fewest words possible. It was her way.
Cyborg looked at Robin and Star, both of whom shifted just enough in their chairs for the mechanized teen to notice their anxiousness. “Did you two make up yet?”
Robin and Star glanced at each other. Neither saw hatred or resentment. They looked back in unison, and Robin said, “We’re fine.”
Another pause. Cyborg got the funny feeling that he was missing something, but he couldn’t figure out what. “…Good.” For a while, that was enough. The Titans ate in silence. It was torture to the only Titan at the table eager to talk.
“All right.” Cyborg slapped his utensils down. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” the other four said together. Star and Beast Boy, Raven and Robin mused at the other’s sudden secrecy. Cyborg looked at them all with disapproval.
“You’re hiding something,” he said with certainty. “You guys gonna fess up, or do I have to wring the truth out of ya?”
“There’s nothing to discuss,” Raven said. “We’re welcome to our privacy.”
“I didn’t ask you what you’ve been doing behind closed doors,” Cyborg said. Everyone fidgeted at the mention of closed doors. “I want to know why everyone’s so quiet today. If Robin and Star made up, we should be celebratin’!”
“I agree!” Starfire said, caught up in the moment. “I propose we have the Movie Night!”
“Nah. I’ve got a better idea.” Cyborg scooted from his chair and did a little shimmy. “I say we go to the club for a night of kicks and chicks!”
Starfire cocked her head to the side. “But I do not want ‘the chicks’.”
“There’ll be dudes there too. Or you could just go dancing with Robin. You know, like a date!”
Beast Boy and Raven tensed up at the same time, but the sorceress was better at hiding it. Neither of them liked the idea of Robin and Starfire going on a date together because of their recent ‘interludes’ with the members of that coupling. Raven believed that Robin, after seeing how strong her feelings were, would turn the idea down. Then, she would know that their future together was secured.
“That’s a good idea,” Robin said. Raven almost dropped her teacup in shock. The Boy Wonder looked Starfire’s way and smiled. “Let’s go dance.”
Starfire cheered. “Glorious! Let us dance until the night is away!”
“All right!” Cyborg agreed. He glanced at Beast Boy, who’d suddenly grown very stoic. “You with me, BB?”
The green Titan shook his head. “…No thanks. I still want to beat that level in my new game.”
“You can play Gamestation any old time!” Cyborg nudged him. “Come on, Man, there’s gonna be foxes on the prowl! You know, girls!”
Usually, Beast Boy was just as pumped as Cy when it came to picking up chicks at the dance club. Now, though, he had something else on his mind. He didn’t want to see Starfire having fun with Robin, even though she said from the beginning that she wanted to learn about love on Earth for Robin’s sake.
“I’m just not feeling up to it,” Beast Boy said. “I’m not feeling too well.”
Cyborg shrugged reluctantly. “Your loss. What about you, Rae? Wanna go tease the wannabe Goths?”
“No. I’ve got meditation.”
“You can meditate-”
“Whenever I want to,” Raven cut him off. Cyborg didn’t argue.
“Guess it’s just us three,” he said. “Titans, PARTY!”
Starfire and Robin smiled weakly. They had a lot on their minds, and they realized in private that they’d hurt the feelings of somebody close to them. Life was suddenly a lot more complicated in Titans’ Tower.
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Cyborg had a reputation at this particular club shown to the Titans by Blackfire during her first visit to Earth. He was “Big Daddy” for a reason - he loved to party. He danced all night, he had the strength and mechanical flexibility to pull off some truly amazing moves, much of them for break-dancing. He was the Big Man on Campus whenever he came in the house, and the DJ’s had stacks of records just for him to see what kind of party they could drum up when Big Cy was on the scene.
Robin and Starfire were recognized as Titans, but they weren’t known for their dancing ability and their willingness to party. Both were known most for their good looks. Guys and girls hit on them often wherever they were, but only some dared to do so tonight, since it was pretty clear that they were together. Robin threatened to punch out one guy’s teeth for making a rather dirty suggestion about what he’d like to do with Starfire that evening.
“I do not understand how stuffing the turkey is offensive,” Starfire asked. Robin bade her to drop the subject.
The club pumped a techno beat into every speaker, flooding the room with a rhythm akin to a heartbeat, bumping so quickly that it urged your feet and hips to do the same. Starfire’s long legs and energetic nature made her a great dancer, like her sister, when she tried. She swayed her hips to and fro, spun around so that her hair swished enticingly, and put all her heart into dancing. Her naked abdomen gave every man in the room something to admire, but most of them were more interested in the parts they couldn’t see.
Robin didn’t have to put any effort into being sexy; he exuded masculinity and confidence, both of which made his already good looks even more effective on the fairer sex. Those of the “fairer sex” drooled over Robin, and some shouted lewd things that made Starfire’s admirer seem tame by comparison. Fortunately, Cyborg drew their attentions back to him with one of his amazing displays, which netted him the prize placement inside a party girl sandwich.
“You always receive so much attention,” Starfire said. “At least they are not like the Kitten.” The alien shivered at the thought of that little hellcat. “I hope we never see her like again.”
“Me too,” Robin smiled. He glanced at a couple nearby, and his partner followed his gaze. The couple was so into the music, and each other that they’d devolved into that hard, grinding dance that blurred the lines between playful fun and eroticism. The guy pumped the girl from behind in tune with the beat, and the girl shook her moneymaker enticingly.
Starfire blushed profusely, but didn’t stop dancing. She and Robin kept their distance at arm’s length, not touching but still obviously dancing together.
“Such strange dances, you have here,” she said over the background noise. ‘Here’ was, of course, Earth. She’d learned of this dance, but never understood its connotations until today, when Beast Boy showed her what ‘not-mating’ was. The dance was very much like the mating, but not quite… so it too was ‘not-mating’ to her. She wondered if it had the same result as her and Beast Boy’s not-mating session.
Beast Boy. He looked so sad when she and Robin left the Tower together. Like a puppy being left home alone. She thought that things wouldn’t change if she asked Beast Boy for help, but they had. He wasn’t the only one who felt sad earlier at the table. Starfire found herself thinking about Beast Boy, even now, when she was with the boy she loved.
“Star?” Robin said, loud enough to shake her from her thoughts.
“Y-yes?”
“I said ‘Earth’s full of surprises’, and you spaced out.”
“I was just thinking,” she grinned. Her grin turned sultry, and she put a little more effort into the sway of her hips and the seductive flow of her stomach. “I shall give you my attention now.”
Robin wowed at the girl’s unexpectedly enticing behavior. Starfire patted herself on the back. Beast Boy had taught her that much of the girl’s attraction comes from her motions. When a girl moves in the right place at the right time, the Earth boys will respond. A girl showed her strength here by motions… by dance, as it were, whether it be a horizontal dance, or a literal dance, or a confident walk down the street.
She’d only just begun, and already Robin reacted favorably. Beast Boy’s lessons, brief as they were, did more for her than she realized. He truly was the ‘Ladies Man’.
--
The Ladies Man was alone on a party night, playing Gamestation and eating Cheetos all by his lonesome. He hadn’t gotten past this level after fifty-seven tries, because every time he needed careful button mashing and joystick-movement, he twitched and failed. His mind just wasn’t on the game.
“Ohhh… man,” he moaned to himself. “You knew what you were getting into. You knew it was the wrong thing to do, but you did it anyway.” He restarted the level and blew away a handful of bad guys in the first wave. “You knew what she wanted, you gave it to her. You shouldn’t be acting like this.”
Another bunch of bad guys bit the dust thanks to a power-up Beast Boy’s on-screen doppelganger found. He plowed through the first half of the level with ease. “She wanted things to stay the same. You’re supposed to be her friend. You’re not supposed to get angry when she goes out with her boyfriend!”
The mid-boss for the level showed up amidst a dazzling display of sparkles and noises. Beast Boy dipped, ducked, and dodged with his character and mashed the controller to get all his power into the game. He took hit after hit, and once again he looked like he was going to lose. But just when the final blow was coming, Beast Boy’s fingers made a fortuitous slip in the right direction, giving him the window of opportunity he needed to slap the bad guy into oblivion.
“Yes!” the boy cheered. He’d gotten past that critical midpoint, and for a moment he forgot his worries. “Ha-ha!” He pressed onward with childish exuberance, but about halfway through the second leg of the level, his thoughts went back to Starfire and her boyfriend.
“He’s not really her boyfriend,” he muttered to himself. “Robin’s too cool for relationships.” Robin was always too cool for everything. Girls always went for that. They never complained that Robin was too short or didn’t have enough facial hair. Robin had the coolest motorcycle in the county. He could have any and every girl. Beast Boy wished he could be like that. Then maybe Starfire would be out dancing with him right now.
Starfire said that he was funny, and handsome. That meant a lot to him. And he got to do something with her that he knew Robin hadn’t done, ever! Thinking back on it sent such a rush through him… ahh…
Yeah, he had it good. He was jealous of Robin, but he didn’t want to hurt Starfire. He owed it to Starfire to keep things the way they were before their moment together. She was a good friend… and a bombshell who gave him more than any girl would ever give him. She thought he actually knew what sex was like, and she ended up being his first.
Sorta. They didn’t do it, technically. They just did the ‘other’ stuff.
Whatever. Beast Boy hoped she was having fun.
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Starfire and Robin had taken a break from dancing to get a drink. Starfire stared listlessly at the crowd while her finger toyed with the straw in her extra-tart tang. Her date watched her carefully. She didn’t notice how long he actually stared at her, wondering what it was that distracted her so. As a detective, he considered himself a good judge of character and could figure out what was bothering someone, given enough time and very few hints. Starfire was having fun before, but as the night went into the second hour, she seemed dramatically less enthusiastically - unnaturally so. Whatever was on her mind kept coming back.
“WHOO!” Cyborg said as he shambled to a seat nearby. Streamers draped him like leis, and he picked up a gray and red-rimmed fedora somewhere on the dance floor. “BOOYAH, baby! This place is bumping more every day!”
“It certainly is,” Robin muttered in agreement. Still, Starfire didn’t react. It was hard to miss Cyborg’s loud voice, even with the music dominating the scene.
“Come on guys, you can’t waste a good party like this!” Cyborg waved to a pack of teens. “There’s a lot of people to meet and only one evening to do it in!”
The Titans rarely had breaks with so much crime in Jump City. Poor Cyborg was squeezing as much fun out of this as he could. At least he was having fun. Robin couldn’t help but think he was boring Star. He never thought she could be bored by anything.
Starfire woke from her reverie. “I’m sorry. What do you wish to do?”
“We’re going to hang out a bit more,” Robin said. “You can join us or head home.”
“Why would I not wish to be with you? I love to meet new people.”
Robin wasn’t convinced. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright? You’ve been acting weird all day. There was the whole wrestling thing, and now…”
Cyborg cringed. Leave it to ‘Wonder Boy’ to say the wrong thing at the wrong time.
“That was a misunderstanding,” Starfire said firmly. “I apologized.”
“I know, but still. I’d like to know if there’s something bothering you. I want to help.”
Starfire suddenly blushed. “I do not need help! I can do anything Earth girls do by myself!”
Robin and Cyborg shared a glance. “Nobody said you couldn’t.”
“But you do wonder what’s ‘wrong’ with me when I start wrestling you,” Starfire accused. Of course, Robin didn’t know how to answer that. She didn’t just wrestle playfully like someone might when in the mood for it. She used full-blown takedowns and holds on him, forcing him to defend himself. Then, when he demanded an explanation, she suddenly grew shy. ‘Weird’ was the only word for it.
“Maybe we should just forget it and go have fun,” Cyborg suggested, hoping to keep their spirits high. “There’s still a party rolling!”
“I think I will take your advice,” Starfire stood up. “I will go home.”
Cyborg felt his perfect evening crumbling. “But… But…!” Starfire left in a huff made worse when she realized that Robin wasn’t going to stop her. “What are you doing?!”
Robin massaged the bridge of his nose to rid it of a dull ache. A headache wasn’t the real problem. Starfire wasn’t the girl on his mind tonight. It was hard for him to keep up with the drama when he kept thinking about the woman who gave herself so freely.
“I don’t know,” Robin admitted as he got up to run after her. “Don’t wait up.”
Cyborg shook his head. “You guys are driving me nuts.” Robin left, calling Starfire’s name, and he was out the door. Cyborg got up from the table and went back to the party floor. Even if everybody else was having ‘one of those days’, Cyborg planned to have fun. That’s exactly what he did.
…Until she came rolling in.
Jinx was popular among the young crowd, even though she was a criminal - some said especially because she was a criminal. Jinx was one of those people who drew attention to herself with the greatest of ease, not unlike Robin or Starfire. Unlike the two heroes though, Jinx had… ‘special qualities’ that stood out even among villains. That trait came out quite clearly when she cornered a couple by the door.
“You’re really cute,” Jinx said. The boy and the girl trembled under her gaze. The villainess’ hands fell below the belt and palmed both in their most sensitive of areas, making both gasp in surprise. Jinx smiled at their reaction; she loved it.
“I don’t know which one I want more.”
The boy grew bolder when he realized that his date was as terrified as he was. “Why don’t you get lost!” he stuttered.
Jinx’s expression grew more and more cat-like. She purred a reply. “What are you gonna do, big boy?” The pink-haired vixen pushed her hand hungrily into his date’s skirt and found the honey pot hiding beneath. The girl screamed sharply, but dared not struggle, for fear of getting the sorceress’ wrath. “You gonna stop me?”
Seven hundred pounds of metal stomped behind her. “No. But I will.”
Jinx slowly turned around. The couple ran for their lives, and the partygoers backed away in anticipation of a fight. Some whooped excitedly at the prospect and made catcalls for their favorite.
“I’m just having a little fun,” Jinx said. Even her innocent remark sounded like a threat. “There’s no law against that.”
“There is when you start touching people who don’t want to be touched,” the Titan reparteed. “Where’re your goons hiding?” The ‘goons’ were the Hive members that Jinx commonly teamed up with - most famously Mammoth and Gizmo, but also See-More and Private HIVE of the Hive Five. Jinx was the dominant figure in that team, so the boys often followed her lead even when off-duty.
“I ditched them back at the fairgrounds,” Jinx smirked. “A girl’s gotta have some alone time when she’s looking for a piece of ass.” She admired Cyborg’s leis. “Any luck finding someone to ‘party’ with, Cy’?”
She hadn’t changed a bit. They’d known each other when Cyborg went undercover as a HIVE operative named Stone. They’d even grown attached to each other. That feeling never did leave them, even though they stood on opposite fronts.
“You know I’m just gonna make mischief wherever I go,” Jinx said. “Maybe you should stay with me all night to make sure I don’t misbehave.”
“I’ve got better things to do.”
“Really.” Jinx shrugged innocently. “Fine. I guess you’d rather fiddle with your Tower than hang out with a real woman.”
“Real women don’t wear trainer bras.”
Half of the crowd laughed riotously. That half of the crowd earned a case of bad luck when Jinx struck them all with Charlie Horses.
“You’re an asshole,” Jinx growled, her cheeks rosier than normal from her embarrassment. She liked to be treated like a woman, even though she was thirteen. Cyborg was sixteen and almost an old man by comparison. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed flirting with him; he was her favorite gauge of manhood, except when he said things like that.
“Go back to your friends on the playground,” Cyborg said, waving a hand dismissively. More laughter from the crowd. “Little girls shouldn’t be out this late.”
Jinx snarled until her teeth grated and gave off a steel screech. She primed her magic, as shown by her pink glare. A large piece of ceiling fell above Cyborg, but he easily sidestepped it. People panicked and backed further, giving the two ample room to settle their differences. Jinx threw more and more debris his way while twirling, dancing, and jumping out of his reach. It was quite the performance until Cyborg managed to grab her by the scruff of her gown and dangle her a foot off the floor.
“Let me go!” Jinx growled. She struggled to rip herself free, but her uniform was too good in quality to rip easily. She couldn’t flip to freedom either. Cyborg’s pneumatic fingers required strength beyond hers to force apart. She was stuck.
“I think someone needs a time-out.” The titan carried her along, and the partygoers cheered for the performance eagerly. A gaggle of girls chanted ‘Big Daddy’, and Cyborg waved on the way out.
“‘Big Daddy’,” Jinx grumbled. “Oh please. More like ‘Size-Doesn’t-Matter Daddy’.”
“You wouldn’t know, now would you,” Cy countered.
“All I know is that you did everything you could to get my attention.”
Cyborg tried not to laugh. “If I remember correctly, it was you who asked me to that dance, and shot looks at me whenever I was in class.”
“Not true.”
Suddenly, Cyborg’s chest sprouted a flat-screen TV monitor. “Oh really? Let’s look at the instant replay.” A video recording labeled ‘Cy-Cam’ showed Jinx smiling and winking alluringly during a Theory of Mayhem lecture, then another with her in Toxic Biochemistry, then still more in still other HIVE classes and extra-curricular activities.
“You got the wrong idea, then,” Jinx said stubbornly, crossing her arms and looking away.
“Oh, sure,” he laughed, retracting the accessory. “You’re just afraid to admit that you’re crazy about me.” Cyborg acted immature only when he was in a good mood. Tonight, he was in a really good mood, so he was in the mood to be childish, especially when he knew it would irritate Lil’ Jinx.
Jinx scowled. He was still carrying her by her gown, so she felt silly enough as it was. “You gonna arrest me, or what?”
Cyborg found a nice alley wall and leaned his arm against it so Jinx backed into it and he was practically on top of her. Suddenly, Jinx felt even smaller, maybe even more at his mercy. He said in a smooth voice. “You didn’t break a law, yet. I think I’ll take you up on your offer and stick around until you do.”
Jinx met his forwardness with hers. “What makes you think you’re man enough to keep up with me?” This lolita had a lot of spunk, and she wasn’t afraid to show it.
“Oh, I’m man enough. If you’re a good girl, I’ll walk you home instead of to jail.”
Jinx’s rosy cheeks grew rosier still. “I’m a bad girl, ‘Big Daddy’. I don’t want a gentleman walking me home. I want some saggy-pants bastard giving me a reason to scream.”
She didn’t mind blushing. It showed just how aroused Jinx was by this whole encounter. Cyborg was big, powerful, and honest with his wants. She liked men who could make her feel like she was really living dangerously. Jinx thrived on danger. It excited her. It was one of the reasons she was a villain at all. She didn’t need to steal; she was smart and confident enough to succeed in a normal way. But living a normal life was so boring.
Cyborg let the sorceress fall to her feet, but still she pressed against the wall and let his shadow blanket her. The Titan seemed unconcerned with her naughtiness. In fact, to Jinx’s embarrassment, he seemed amused by it. His smile wasn’t one of lust. As usual, Cyborg was just too cool-headed. But then, that was one of the things that drew her to him. He was a tough nut to crack.
“You know, your precious city has some crooked police,” Jinx said. “I should know.”
“We leave you with them often enough,” Cy agreed.
“They always keep me apart from the others when we’re caught. Most of the time, it’s the two same cops…” Jinx took on a deeper tone to signify their voices, but still retained her sultry purr. “Turn around and spread ‘em.”
Jinx turned and put her hands against the wall, close together because they were handcuffed in her story. “Like this, officer?” She would never say that, but for Cyborg’s sake, she said it. She wanted him to understand what she went through.
“Your legs,” she said in the man-tone. “Spread ‘em. We’re gonna check you for weapons and contraband.”
Jinx slowly put her ankles at shoulder’s width, then farther still, then bent her back so that her backside arched proudly. The skirt of her dress clung to her thin figure, and her striped and colored stockings covered everything her skirt didn’t.
“That’s good,” the ‘officer’ said. Jinx’s hand went along her chest, down her slim figure, and across her backside ever so slowly, to show what the men would do to her.
“Stop… please,” Jinx said, mockingly innocent. She broke character for just a moment. “Then, the other would put a gun to my head. For their own protection, naturally. I can do a lot of things, but I can’t dodge bullets. They make me feel so helpless.”
Cyborg listened intently. He couldn’t reply, he was so wrapped up in the story.
“Looks like there’s nothing up here,” said Jinx in the man voice. Her hand trailed to the inside of her leg, which started to stroke up and down her inner thigh with painful slowness and familiarity. Her hand disappeared underneath her skirt as she transitioned from one leg to the other. He was ‘looking for contraband’ under her dress, and each pass made her tremble with fear and forced arousal.
“No…” Jinx said, again sounding like a truly innocent little girl. “Don’t…”
“Shut up,” the ‘man’ said. “Smack, right to the head.” Jinx reached up and parted one of her ‘horns’ of hair to reveal a nasty bruise. “Those guns hurt worse than those batons. Even I cry after a hit like that.”
Cyborg couldn’t answer. He never imagined…
The play continued. Jinx roughly grabbed her dress and yanked it up, revealing a pair of pink panties with a little red bows along the waistband. “Well lookey here,” the ‘man’ laughed. “No wonder this slut’s so eager to get felt up. No girl wears underwear like that unless they want someone to see it.”
“That’s not true,” Jinx whispered feebly. “Smack.”
“I bet a little slut like you knows how to suck cock, too.” Jinx whipped around, slammed herself against the wall with realistic force, and then fell to her knees thanks to the imaginary man’s guidance. Cyborg was amazed to see that Jinx had tears beneath her eyes now. She was telling the story like a joke when it started, but her eyes showed real distress and fear. Her memory must’ve been vivid, and the encounter must’ve been scarier than she let on.
“You’d better cooperate with the JC Police, unless you want us to leave you in maximum security with the rapists and murderers,” the ‘man’ threatened. “No one even patrols that block at night. They’d find your body hanging from the ceiling after everyone has a turn with your tight little fuck-hole.”
“I can’t…” Jinx begged. “I can’t do this! Smack!” She simulated the hit by punching herself in the back of the head, clumsily but painfully. “STOP!” she cried. Another smack, and another, and still she cried.
Cyborg yelled, “Jinx!” He fell and grabbed her hands to keep her from hitting. The sorceress cried bitterly as the memory of those events flooded her mind, filling her with torment and shame. For a while, Jinx simply cried, and Cyborg sat there by her side, holding her to keep her from hurting herself anymore.
“…Fighting and getting into danger gets my blood boiling,” Jinx whispered, when she could speak again. “But there’s ‘too much of a good thing’. That’s when it stops being fun, for me.” Jinx sniffed her tears back, then let out a few little whimpers. “I’m so messed up. No wonder the guys don’t believe me.” She held herself to stop shaking, once Cyborg let her wrists go. “They always think I’m making it up to get attention… or to get a rise.” Jinx buried her face in her knees hugging her chest. “I’m a pervert. I deserve it.”
“No you don’t,” Cyborg said, catching her attention.
She felt so much shame, being pitied by him. He was such a nice guy. He was the gentleman that they made chick flicks about. And he was right; she was so into him that it was pathetic. She would’ve done anything to make him - ‘Stone’, the HIVE student - like her. She’d loved Stone, but then she found out that Stone was really someone even better… even stronger… even nicer than the guy she knew.
She was trash compared to him. And yet, here he was, showing such concern. She didn’t deserve his concern, yet she wanted it more than anything.
Jinx did the only thing she could do. She fell into his arms and clung to him tightly. Cyborg was a little surprised by the cocky Jinx suddenly growing so fragile, but he held her without complaint. To be honest, he thought, he didn’t deserve so much attention from a girl with her looks, her confidence, and her strength. Not when guys like Robin - handsome, cool, and fully human - were around to compare him with. And yet, Jinx always singled him out. It was flattering, in a weird way.
“When I’m alone,” Jinx said, “after… you know, they throw me in the cell, still choking on their… you know.” She gulped away her distress born from the memory. “I think about what happened. I get so excited by it.” She’d never admitted that shameful fact to anyone. Cyborg surmised that by her nervous words, and by the look in her eyes after she said it. “That’s why I’m a bad girl. Because things like that… being hurt… being made to do things… they excite me.” She removed herself from Cyborg’s person and stood up, straightening out her dress and hair. “I’m a bad girl, Cyborg. A good guy like you shouldn’t get in my way, unless you want to get hurt.”
“Jinx…” The girl made a break for it. Cyborg ran after her, but he couldn’t keep up if she really put effort into it. It looked like she was going to get away.
At the street corner, a police car screeched to a halt. Jinx ran headlong into one of the boys in blue, and he threw her onto the hood of the police car with enough force to stun her momentarily. They wrestled her into handcuffs by the time Cyborg reached them.
“What’s going on?” he demanded.
“We got a report of a couple being harassed and threatened at the Warehouse,” one of the men said, a Sergeant by the look of his stripes. “She’s wanted for the HIVE’s recent breakout of the high security prison. We’re taking her back in.”
“Thank you for your aid as always,” the other cop said as he pinned Jinx to the hood of the car with his arm and his weight pressed against her backside. “I guess I’m just a lucky guy. My partner and I caught her earlier this week and got a promotion out of it.”
Cyborg saw distress in Jinx’s eyes, and it wasn’t the distress of being caught. Supervillains didn’t show fear when being arrested by mundane cops. She was afraid for another reason. Cyborg thought he knew why, too.
“We’ll be on our way,” the sergeant said, smiling knowingly to his partner. “Let’s roll.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Cyborg cut in. He easily moved the cop aside and pulled Jinx back to her feet. Her arms were still handcuff behind her, and Cyborg held her by the arm to keep her from escaping. “The Titans need her for reasons of our own. We’ll take her in when we’re ready.”
“Then you can pick her up at the station when we’re done with her!” the lower ranked cop said sharply. “We’ve got procedures to take care of. You know the drill.”
Cyborg was a teenager, but he was easily the same height as the man, and possible a bit more. He stared down coldly. “I’ll take care of it. Is that a problem?”
The cop and the sergeant looked at each other. Neither wanted to get on this Titan’s bad side, since he could bench press a garbage dumpster without breaking a sweat. Reluctantly, the cop said, “No, Sir. Make sure the little tramp doesn’t get loose, or it’s your ass our mayor will chew out, not mine.”
“Fine by me.” Cyborg and the man stared the other down, until finally they got back into their car. The driver shot Jinx a glare, and the pink-haired sorceress shrunk back in a vain attempt to avoid his eyes. The cop car screeched through a 180 and was off in no time.
“What do the Titans want with me?” Jinx asked, honestly confused by his claim. “I don’t know anything.”
“We don’t want you.” Cyborg gave her a mischievous wink. “But we’ll just keep that to ourselves, alright?”
Jinx couldn’t believe what he’d just done. She knew Cyborg could pretend to be a bad guy, but she’d never seen him doing anything so blatantly illegal as tell a police officer off.
“What can I say?” he smiled. “I’m a bad boy.”
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Marilyn: Woo, bad Cy! What’re you and Jinx gonna do now? We’ll have to wait and see next time. More drama and more lemony goodness to come.
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