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 heart rate 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?
The whole time he had been treating her wound he held a look of concern on his face, one that he didn’t typically have for other people. But once he saw her prop herself up, the look of concern faded. He sat quietly, his elbow resting on the table next to him and his head resting in his hand as he observed the other.
Seeing her eyes narrow the way they did when she was able to get a good look at him, one of the corners of his mouth raised slightly in a slight yet arrogant half grin. You won’t find out that easily he wanted to say but since she hadn’t brought it up, he would keep quiet on the matter. It wasn’t hard for him to tell she had looked to see who the man under the Red X mask was and was disappointed to find it was still a mystery. Her apparently annoyance at that amused him.
A hand went up when she asked questions, a finger going up with each question he answered. “My apartment. You told me to make myself useful so I did. And a whole lot of nunya.”
He got up and went back into the cabinet the medical supplies came from, grabbing a small bottle, painkillers, before going to the fridge to get a water bottle. If it were him, he knew he would be wary taking medication from someone else. The threat of someone poisoning him would always loom in the back of his mind, as he was sure she probably felt as well. However this time they were just that, pain medication. He had no ill intention towards her and he certainly didn’t want to hurt her. It would just be an option if decided to trust that he was only trying to help and that he wasn’t trying to get anything out of this. “Pain killers and water.” He set them down on the table, close to her so she wouldn’t have to reach far to get them. “Take ‘em if you want.”
He returned to his spot in his chair, now sitting up. He leaned forward in his seat, both his arms lay crossed over his lap. What no one knew, and frankly what Finn preferred to keep to himself, was that Red X was no just a persona he took up when he felt the impulse of committing a crime; it was an escape for him, a chance for him to be someone else for a little while. It wasn’t unusual for him to put on the suit and just go out into the night as Red X before deciding how he wanted to spend his night. In short, being Red X was almost an addiction for him. He would never get over the thrill of avoiding arrest and jumping buildings, the adrenaline that pumped through him in life threatening situations being an incredible feeling for him. This night had been one of those situations where he actually wasn’t doing anything and just happened to be in the right place at the right time. He wouldn’t tell her that though.
“That was a nasty wound. What did you do to piss that other guy off?” He hadn’t see the whole thing, admittedly. The sounds of a struggle were what drew him in the first place, he didn’t know what started it.