Who am I? What a freaking stupid question! I should hex you right now!
Ahem.
Call me Jinx.
Not Jinxy.
Not even you, Kid Flash.
Gizmo and Mammoth? You mean my boys?
Yeah, I did ditch them.
But that doesn't make me a goody goody.
I'm still the bad old Jinx you knew. I still make my own rules and Raven still has no fashion sense whatsoever.
Rouge is a b***h who got what she deserved. Mess with the bull you get the horns. And to think I once thought she was cool. Not making that mistake ever again, let me tell you.
No, I am NOT dating Kid Flash. I've been on dates with him, but that's just because I have to have a babysitter at all times.
Oh, they never said that, but Robin isn't that subtle. They don't trust me, which is good because I don't trust them. And I'm not the most trustworthy gal, now am I?
I find a girl's personality and sense of humor are core in their attractiveness. The breasts are about...fifteenth on my list, just behind nice legs and a good knowledge of Monty Python's Life of Brian.
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Charles Bronson is my favorite.