Okay – sorry if the accent doesn't make sense. Do the Twins use a southern accent or a Cockney accent? (I'm leaning towards southern). I'm from the Midwestern United States, so I do not understand either.
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.
Warnings: kissing (Conner/Icicle Jr.), innuendo
Chapter 1: You Gave Me My Life
Despite Icicle's male bravado, Superboy noticed the criminal's similarity to the androgynous statues of Akhenaten from Armana. Although the ice-meta had large, somewhat untamed eyebrows, their imposing blackness rivaled the traditional make-up of the pharaohs. The criminal's light blue skin was nothing like a rich and earthy orange-tinged brown, but Icicle carried himself as if his father was not the mere Icicle Sr., but the falcon-god Horus. Other criminals were beneath his caliber.
In comparison to his cellmate, Conner felt crudely crafted from the broken DNA of Superman. Junior was as perfect as the crystalline ice of his body, but Conner…the clone was a poor imitation of the man of steel. While Icicle had surpassed his father by being more naturally powerful with cryokinesis, Superboy had yet to develop the majority of Superman's powers.
Like Akhenaten, who had broken away from his father and his people's established traditions, Icicle held the air of something greater than the criminal life of his father. Unlike Superboy, Icicle Jr. was meant for great things even if he was currently locked away and still craved his father's approval. The ice-meta wouldn't be that way in a few years - even now, his cunning rang through his alternating psychotic and typical teenaged boy facade.
"Your sister's kind of hot."
The words drew Superboy back to reality, almost ruining his evaluation of his cellmate. Despite his crassness, Superboy still believed that something greater thrived within Icicle Jr.
"Sure she is..."
"I mean…you wouldn't realize it since you're her brother, but what does it take to get with her?"
Conner paused, watching the glimmer of excitement in Junior's unnaturally icy blue eyes. For a few more seconds than what could be deemed normal, the clone stared at his cellmate, wondering about the ice-meta and M'gann.
What made her so special?
"She's just gets me. It's just something about blondes…or her attitude. I want a girl to get the psycho in me, you know?"
Junior stretched his arms behind his back, breaking eye contact with the clone. Conner studied his cellmate's chest protrude forward as he stretched, causing him to return to his earlier thoughts on the curves of the criminal…Icicle Junior was a self-described psychotic criminal mastermind and should not be drawing such attention from Conner. Superboy wished that M'gann was with them and could lead the conversation, thus diverting his attention away from his cellmate.
"If ya' like that…" Conner's voice lowered, somewhat unconfidently.
"There has to be a girl here that you're into. How about Killer Frost?" Junior rested his arms on the table, moving closer to look at Conner. "Maybe not…she gives blue balls a whole new meaning…" He began snickering at his own joke, despite annoyed grunts from some of the nearby inmates.
"Ah would not know. Nuff said, yeah?" Conner's voice lapsed out of the inflection of the accent of the Terror Twins despite using its words, but Junior didn't seem to notice or care enough to remark.
"What do you mean 'I wouldn't know'? I'd do her."
"She's okay, innit."
"She's more than okay," Icicle Jr.'s eyes widened, flickering towards Superboy's somewhat inquisitively. His grin slipped into an agape expression, causing his bottom lip to pout. Conner really needed to stop watching his cellmate…
"Lor' luv a duck! Is that yaaahr pa over there?" Conner evasively shot as his eyes flashed uncomfortably away from Icicle. The ice-meta forgot what he wanted to say, also turning his head to look over at his father.
Not that much longer…soon Conner could leave Belle Reve and not have to deal with the awkward, overtly obsessive feelings he felt when around Icicle Jr.
"What is up wiv ya' an' yaaahr pa?" Conner's voice resonated through the cell, causing Junior almost jump out of his bed.
"He only speaks to me when he wants to use me. I'm better without him."
Conner didn't feel like probing further past the basic, almost cliché line sputtered out by his cellmate. Icicle Junior probably wouldn't even want to speak more on the subject. The statement had enough worth to feed the lingering hopes Superboy had for Icicle Jr. to become more than his father.
"Bad fer ya', right?"
"I'm my own person. You know what I mean? Of course, I still help him when he asks. Steal this, attack that. But I still operate solo."
"Ya' are tuff wivaaaht 'im."
"I really want to bludgeon you to death with a dictionary."
"But ya' love me an' all much ter do that," Conner chimed playfully.
"What?" Icicle choked out.
"Who else would even wan' ter share dis cell wiv you? We're close."
"Um…," the usual cool of Icicle's voice drained away, "I have to go to bed now…get up early tomorrow…for stuff. Yes, important cold stuff."
The knots of Superboy's stomach twisted and his nerves felt like erupting. Instead of his former obsession with Superman or even a brief attraction to M'gann, Conner felt an even stronger pull towards Icicle Junior. His cellmate was as cold as ice, but inspired embarrassingly warm reactions from the clone.
Someone so cold, possibly insane and with a criminal record had captured Conner's attention. If Superman had tried to assume a father-like role with his clone, this would have been the time that the man of steel would have forbidden him to see Icicle Jr – just like in any of the television shows Megan liked watching. In the confines of their cell, no one was there to stop Conner from experimenting with his newfound captivation with the ice-meta…
All that stood in the way was Junior's lingering hesitance, which could be melted as easily as the ice-armor of his body…
As Conner kept bonding with Icicle Jr., guilt – which had been explained to him as a weak human emotion by the G-Gnomes – began to consume him. The clone had all too easily used the ice-meta's desire for his father's approval to reactivate the collars. Superboy knew that the criminals at Belle Reve couldn't be allowed to escape, but a slight dream clung to his thoughts of turning a blind eye to Icicle… The ice-meta couldn't be allowed to remain among the inferior breed of the prison.
Icicle Jr. was the winning juxtaposition of regal features mixed with his icy blue skin and personality – far more beautiful, strong, and…masculine yet somewhat feminine than the common thug around him. M'gann would object to helping criminals even if it was Junior. But maybe something would happen to temporarily stop her from realizing Icicle's escape.
"Dude, it's your sister!" Icicle screamed both out of disgust and jealously growing from the possessiveness he felt for
"No," Conner pushed M'gann away from the kiss she had forced on him. "She's not…"
"You're sick. Even for a criminal. I'm feeling like a good, wholesome person in comparison."
"Conner," Megan whispered, trying to pull Conner back into another kiss.
"No, Junior…wait, what is your real name?"
"Cameron," he spat somewhat awkwardly.
"Cameron, I don't like my sister…who is actually Miss Martian."
"My father's going to kill me," Conner lamented, his thoughts becoming consumed by his father's reaction and not of the kiss he had just witnessed.
"Not if you escape."
Both Megan and Cameron yelled, "What?"
"M'gann, I do not have 'feelings' for you."
The Martian's eyes stared at the clone without blinking, on the verge of tears. Conner knew that he should feel pity or at least some sense of guilt for how he had acted towards M'gann, but a stronger part of him just couldn't care. She could read minds to such a point that nothing like this should have been surprising.
"I'm sorry if you thought that, but I've learned something that not even you or Black Canary could teach me."
The clone walked over to Icicle Jr, who had retracted his icy exterior and returned to his normal human form.
"I want this – you and I."
"What? Of course, I'm irresistible, but…" Cameron's voice broke out somewhat cockily with a raised eyebrow.
"Just shut up," Conner commanded as he wrapped his arms around Cameron's back, pushing the ice-meta towards him. Icicle Jr. eagerly responded, initiating their kiss before Conner slipped his tongue into the cool but not freezing mouth of the ice-meta.
Beings like Cameron couldn't be left to shatter and degrade in prison – Conner felt like there was some justice in freeing Icicle Jr as their kisses became more desperate and heated.
Megan turned away, shaking her head and wondering how she had not noticed Conner's affections towards his cellmate. There was no way Icicle Jr. could escape even if Superboy would never like her. A wild criminal like the ice-meta needed to stay in prison with his father and the rest of his goons.
"I don't know you," Cameron panted as he pulled away, suddenly aware of Superboy's teammate still in the room with them.
"You can learn. Just come with me-us..."
AN: After watching the latest episode, I've kindaslightlyirrevocably fallen in love with Icicle Jr (even more so than Klarion the Witch Boy). I'm thinking about making this into a longer fic, so any suggestions? Icicle is going to escape, but the how and if he'll ever try becoming a hero are areas I'm still unsure of.
If I was a character in Young Justice, I'd force him to stay in his ice form when I kiss him. Frostbite has never sounded so alluring…lol. Anyway, I'm so glad that I can stop with the accent after this chapter. I used an online translator - so I can have someone else to blame :)
Should Icicle Jr. ever try joining the team or some other person (like Roy?). Or will he live the life of a fugitive?
