Punches

La'Gaan was violently releasing his anger onto a punching. Most everyone was out right now. Only he, Conner, and Nightwing were in the makeshift base. The Atlantean watched the rhythmic movement of his hand as he punched the bag. His knuckles and arm were still bruised from his encounter with the Boy of Steel and the walls a few days ago. He was probably making it worse by repeatedly hitting them against the bag, but he didn't care.

Growling out some more anger, he summoned his magic and transformed into his pufferfish form. He took a big swing and the punching bag flew right off the chain. However it was caught, albeit with a slight "oof", by none other than one of the very people La'Gaan was angry at. Conner "Superboy" Kent. Again.

"I wanted to use this later," he said, dropping the punching bag down to the floor, landing with a hard thud. With annoyance, La'Gaan reverted back to his true form.

"Sorry, chum," La'Gaan hissed. "What do you want?"

"Nightwing wanted me to tell you that he's going to be gone till late," Conner told him, arms crossed, looking unamused. "He's scouting for an area to put a new base."

"You didn't go with him?" La'Gaan asked sourly, wishing he had the makeshift base to himself.

"He said he didn't need me," replied Conner.

La'Gaan didn't reply. He just huffed and picked up the punching bag, standing on his tip toes to try and put it back on the hook. He kept missing so he just let the thing drop, giving up. He could always go punch something else. Or someone else... La'Gaan let his eyes narrow at Conner and he cracked his knuckles. The raven haired clone wasn't paying attention. He seemed to be theorizing the best way to try and get the punching bag back on the hook without it slipping off.

The Atlantean lunged for Conner and hit him in the shoulder with a fierce punch. Ow. It wasn't enough to break his hand, but it was certainly going to bruise it. And this was the hand not bruised from hitting walls. The Boy of Steel's head turned slowly to look at La'Gaan. The hurricane storm clouds, ferocious in his eyes. His mouth was neutral, but his eyebrow were raised so high that they almost reached his hairline.

"Are you serious right now?" asked Conner. La'Gaan didn't say anything. He just stood stood his ground, eyes narrowed. And that's when Superboy lunged at him. The Atlantean's life flashed before his eyes as he was violently shoved against a wall. Everything playing at superfast speeds before he died because he was just angry enough to do something as stupid as challange the Boy of the Steel. La'Gaan was strong, but not that strong.

However, no death came. Just Conner way too close in his face again. The half-Kryptonian's hot breath was blown onto his face again. La'Gaan face became flushed due to the heat as he stared once more into Conner's penetrating storm decorated blue iris. His pupils seemed to burrow back into La'Gaan like the raven haired boy was planning was forcing himself not to punch out La'Gaan's lights and was hating him for it.

Conner's eyes flashed up to where one of his hands held La'Gaan arm against the wall. Conner's eyes narrowed at it and looked at the Atlatean, "Where did those come from?"

"The...the bruises?" asked La'Gaan, who didn't think they were a big deal and wondered why they had drawn Conner's attention. Probably to keep himself from killing a teammate.

"Yes, the bruises, stupid," grumbled Conner. La'Gaan grunted angrily.

"I punched a wall," replied La'Gaan with annoyance. Conner's face as even closer to his now. Ug, why did he have to get that close? La'Gaan's face felt like it was in a deep fryer enough already.

"That was stupid," Conner told him.

"You punch walls all the time! And what do you care anyway!?" La'Gaan argued. He was so sick of Conner's crap right now. La'Gaan shoved him away with as much force as possible. "And why are you always so close? Do you do that to everyone or just people you really want to piss."

The Atlantean trudged passed Conner angrily. He was probably as red as he could get under his green scales. What absolute and utter crap. But even as he furthered himself away from Conner, the heat stayed as present as ever as La'Gaan thought about him. Why did he always have to be so close? Had he been that close any other time they fought? If he had, why hadn't La'Gaan noticed. The Atlantean decided to take another cold shower. He justed needed to calm himself down. That would solve everything.