Author: laysean87

Summary: Dinah goes to talk about what she saw Conner and M'gann do on CCTV feed... and ends up getting a surprise.

Author's Notes: This takes place in S1 E21 "Image." A what-if situation where Black Canary talks to Superboy first before talking to Miss Martian. My attempt at comedy. This is a rough draft.

(slightly reworked in some parts)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story.


MOUNT JUSTICE
NOVEMBER 22, 2010 9:42 A.M. E.S.T.

My hands balled up into fists, I turned the corner inside the long corridors of the Cave, looking for Conner's room. By now, my initial shock at what I'd seen had ebbed somewhat, although I still wanted to tell him I didn't approve of his and M'gann's actions.

As the Team's combat instructor, I decided to have more intimate one-on-one sparring sessions with each of the kids. Sure, there would be certain unintended consequences. I mean, when you look at my heroine outfit — blue jacket, one piece leotard, heavy calf-length military-like boots — it's not entirely for reasons of practicality. Work it out for yourself.

But after the one-on-one therapy sessions I did in the wake of that virtual simulation exercise, I felt it would help me get closer to the kids on a more personal basis than doing group sessions at one time. And for a while, it did. Each member on the Team made even better progress. The positive far outweighed the negative. I just didn't think it would lead to anything too big. Certainly not this... awkward situation with a certain teenage clone of Superman.

No, no, no. I just had to suggest this idea to Bruce. Naturally, he was skeptical – big surprise – about the idea. Especially with the boys – read, Kid Flash – wearing their hormones on their sleeve. But after some... consideration, and insistence on my end, he relented.

After showing me what Conner and M'gann did, I can just see that look he had behind that cowl. The look that read, "I told you so."

The more I thought about it, I almost wanted to slug him in the jaw for showing me this in front of my colleagues. I certainly wanted to punch Ollie in the gut for finding humor in this. I didn't completely buy J'onn's explanation about M'gann playing some kind of an innocent Martian roleplaying game. Even if it was true, that wouldn't excuse this. This was practically grounds for invasion of privacy.

M'gann would be dealt with later, I thought to myself. Of more immediate concern to me was Conner. I needed to find him and talk to him about this.

Of course, I knew the kid had been giving me looks before, and… okay, I admit that it was almost flattering that he saw me as more than just a mother-like figure. That he would be attracted to me in some way.

As flattered as I was that Conner had perhaps taken a shine to me, the fact was - I am already spoken for.

And after seeing security footage of what amounted to an adorable but troublesome shape-shifting kink with M'gann in the training room, I knew I had to put out the fire right now. Better to let him down easy.

I ended up at the front door of his living quarters. My inner voice tried to reason with me. Stay calm, Dinah. Go easy on him. He doesn't know any better. Breathe in. Breathe out.

I knocked on the panel door. His voice replied in that deep, husky voice of his. "Yeah?"

"This is Canary. We need to talk."

"About what?"

Well, I'm never one for beating around the bush about something. So might as well get to the point. "Batman just showed me a video of what you and M'gann did yesterday."

"Could you be more specific?"

"In the training room?"

A beat passed before I heard him chuckle from the other side of the door. Almost sounded downright embarrassed. "Oh, yeah. That."

"Yeah, that. May I come in now?"

I heard a sigh before he said, "Um… sure thing, Canary."

The panel door slid open, and I entered.

As I approached where he sat on his bed, he seemed uncharacteristically flustered. He held something behind his back. I didn't think much of it, as I was more concerned about what he and M'gann did earlier on that video Bruce showed me.

"I wanna be fair to you, Conner," I began as I gave my best stern look at the young boy, "I know you're still technically a few months removed from being in that pod in Cadmus. I understand that you're still figuring things out about yourself and who you are. I understand that you may have developed something of a crush on me, like any young man who's a bundle of nerves and hormones would. So I don't blame you for that."

He didn't answer, but his face seemed torn about something. I didn't know whether he would act cool or blow up in my face. Even though he had shown signs of improvement ever since our therapy session - he wasn't as easy to anger - I still had to treat him with kid gloves.

"I also know you've only been dating M'gann for a few months now, and what you guys do in private is your business. But after seeing what happened yesterday, I felt that we needed to talk. Having her use her ability to shapeshift into whoever so that you two can play out some 'kink' fantasy is..." I stopped in mid-sentence, as he kept shifting away to keep what he was hiding behind his back. Each time I curiously tried to see whatever it was, he kept jerking away.

"Conner, what are you hiding?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

"Nothing."

Yeah, right. "People don't usually sit with their hands behind their back, Conner. Now, give."

He sighed and slowly reached down, slowly pulling what he had been holding up all along. I gasped when I saw what it was. A small bouquet of flowers — red roses, yet.

My jaw dropped. "Conner, I... I don't understand."

"These flowers..." he began in a nervous, shaky voice and his face a faint shade of red, "are for you... for being such an awesome trainer. For the Team, I mean." He paused before adding in a hesitant voice, "M'gann... suggested I should give 'em to you."

I almost wanted to cry at the gesture, especially after seeing the eager expression on his young face. "I'm touched, Conner," I said as I took the flowers as I took a swift intake of the smell. "Really, I am."

Conner looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You deserve it, Black Canary."

"I do?"

"Of course!" He nodded as he turned to face me again. The enthusiastic, boyish look he had in his eyes was almost uncharacteristic for him. "I mean... you've helped me out... in so many ways..."

His low tone when he said that caused me to look at him skeptically.

He must've picked it up, as he quickly corrected himself. "I meant me and the Team! You've... helped us all out. More than anyone else, you've taught us the importance of combat, so that we dictate the terms against the bad guys. You got me to open up to others and not be so quick to anger. Taught me how to channel that anger in a productive manner, so that I won't worry so much about... him. You always go above and beyond for us. So... yeah, you do deserve it."

I moved toward him and gently placed my arms around him as I squeezed him in a warm hug. He held me tight in return.

I whispered in his ear, "Thank you." It was a pleasant and sweet surprise, to be sure. It isn't every day I get a bouquet of flowers from one of my students, and for wanting to teach these kids about the importance of hand-to-hand combat. To say it was flattering would be an understatement.

And wouldn't you know it, by the time I returned home via the Zeta boom tube, I had completely forgotten all about the purpose for me wanting to talk to him in the first place.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you my reaction when I entered my bedroom. It hit me when I was in the middle of my personal favorite novel. "Damn it!"


Additional Notes: 1.) This is what I think would've happened if she'd decided to talk to Superboy first instead of Miss Martian in "Image." I know it was a story focusing on Miss Martian, but if it had been in an episode centered around him, she would've talked to him first.

2.) I don't know why I like the interactions Superboy and Black Canary have from Season 1 - I just do. Whether it's as a surrogate mother/son or teacher/student type relationship, or even, dare I say it, a more "forbidden, inappropriate" pairing, I can't explain it. I just like it.

3.) If there's anything in this story that needs to be restructured, added or subtracted, or if anyone wants more of this, let me know.