It really was a dog eat dog world in the world thieves existed in. It was everybody for themselves. It was not uncommon for two of them to get caught in a skirmish. X had saw the whole thing from the roof tops. Initially he thought nothing of it, thinking Jinx was capable of taking care of herself. At least in this instance, boy was he wrong. Beneath the mask his eyes widened at the sight of the knife penetrating into her, a knot forming in his stomach at the sight of the blood that followed shortly after. He bit his lip, on the fence on whether he should help or not. On one hand, him helping people willingly was just not something he normally did. But on the other hand, that wound looked deep. She looked like she couldn’t even stand. She might even die if he left her. Thief or not, he knew if the other died and he could have done something to stop it, it would haunt him for a long time. He didn’t need that weighing down on his conscience.
When the other thug had disappeared he jump down from the building and approached her, his nose wrinkled at the sight of her, pale and wounded on the ground. “By the looks of it, you’re not in any position to be giving orders,” He responded dryly before stooping down to her level. “Don’t take the pressure off. And don’t make me regret this either,” he warned before putting an arm around her shoulders and the other under her knees, picking her up princess style before warping the two of them to what appeared to be a studio apartment. It was very empty, save for a bed, one folding table and folding chair, and a small kitchen area. The plain beige curtains were shut, obstructing the view out the window. There were three doors, a closet, a restroom, and one that was kept locked.
X set Jinx on the bed gently, taking note that the sheets would have to be changed once this was all over. He then made his way over to the kitchen area, removing his gloves and washing his hands, then filling a bowl with warm water. He then rummaged through a cabinet before coming back to the bedside, dragging over the table with his foot and setting his supplies down on it.
He then went back to the kitchen area and reached into a different cabinet, pulling out a black domino mask. The idea of helping her with the mask on felt weird to him. But at the same time, his identity was very important to him and he couldn’t risk her figuring out who he was. With his back still turned to her, he pulled the skull mask he always wore off, his black messy hair gently falling from the part that was covering his head. He then reached to the domino mask and secured it over his eyes, before running over to the window, opening the curtains, and shutting the light. The light of the moon and city would have to be enough. He needed the chances of her figuring out who he was to be as low as possible.
He then moved to pull the chair up and sat down, then moving to soak a clean wash cloth he had in the warm water. “Hold still. I’ll try to make it as painless as I can,” he spoke all sarcasm and cynicism having left his voice. After wringing out the cloth, he reached out to gently try cleaning the blood around and on the wound. Once the blood was cleared, he reached for another clean wash cloth, this time using rubbing alcohol to make extra sure the wound was clean before reaching for cotton and medical tape. He lined the cotton along the wound before using the tape to try and close the wound. “How’s that?”
What bothered Jinx most of all was how that man managed to get near her in the first place. Her combat style was efficient – she was good enough gymnast to throw herself around the room doing cartwheels and flips, all the while throwing hexes every which way. And if someone got too close, it was either a hex or her fist that sent them back before they could even get a good look at her. Jinx tried to replay what had happened in her head – he was just some thug with a knife! He had to have gotten lucky. The thought made her grimace in pain as she almost doubled over, X’s words almost falling on deaf ears.
“ Shove – ” Jinx’s insult slurred into a painful gasp as X picked her up. Her grip tightened on around the material and bit down hard on her cheek to keep from crying out as they disappeared. That was the second time he had teleported with her and it was still as unnerving as the first time. If she was in better condition, she’d be far more apt to take in her surroundings. X and his identity was a mystery to everyone – even the Titans. They’d kill to be in her position right now, and she was pretty sure she’d let them have it. When it came to medical treatment, she usually never needed it, therefore she really only knew the basics. Jinx could give herself clumsy stitches if need be, that’s how she got a few other small scars, but she’d never had anything as serious as a stab wound.
The second he put her own a bed, she let out some noise of protest before rolling onto her side, pressing the fabric harder into her skin. She had to be doing a decent job with that – She didn’t think the knife wound was too deep, but she couldn’t see it properly to deal with herself. There was too much pain and she was starting to feel the world spin if she opened her eyes for too long. God – she was a mess, she could feel it. The magic in her hair bands had worn off, her bright pink hair sticking to the dark skin of her face and neck.
It wasn’t long before he was back and she had to roll again. That was the worst bit, she decided. Rolling so he could get a good look at the wound – pain shot up her body and she hissed a noise of protest, before the anxiety set in. She didn’t like this. Maybe he should have just left her there. Trusting someone wasn’t really her thing and sure, he might treating her wound, but she wasn’t certain that it wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass either now or later down the line.
“ Ouch! ” Jinx growled between clenched teeth. Another thing that set her back was pain. As strong as she was, Jinx’s pain tolerance was outstandingly low. X, after a while ( too long, in her dazed opinion. far too long ), was finally done and instead of curling into a ball on the blood soaked sheets like she wanted too, she was able to prop herself up to inspect the damage.
Wincing, Jinx examined his handywork silently, running her fingers along the now-bandaged wound. Really, she was calculating how exactly she’d need to conduct herself for the next few weeks until this thing healed. She saw now that it was more of a gash than a true stab wound, which could arguably be more troublesome. Depending on if they were in the same city they were before, her safe house would be stocked with supplies. She’d have to lay low there, taking care of the wound. She examined his bandaging until she was satisfied she wouldn’t bleed out. Finally, Jinx looked to X.
Domino mask. Like Robin. Except it clearly was not Robin. Exhaustion clung to her, likely from the amount of blood she’d lost, but her eyes narrowed.
“Looks like I’ll live,” she said, her tone dry and untrusting. “Thanks to you.” She started looking around the apartment. “Where are we? Why did you take me here?” What do you want. Who are you. Questions continued rolling through her mind over and over again. She couldn’t panic now, but she felt her heartrate start to accelerate as she tried to clock all the exits. How far could she make it before she started bleeding again - if it had even stopped full in the first place? How many windows? Any other doors she should know about?
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