It's the next day and Black Canary has the teens in training, saying that no matter they must learn to adapt to their new bodies because they must always be prepared for anything. None of them very happy about it, but Super (girl, his head tries to again, quietly) boy doesn't mind. They were a wreck last night from fighting the guy who cursed them and their lives are never so simple as to stay quiet when they're at less their best, so it makes sense.
"You wanted to be heroes, am I wrong?" they all said no or making noises that indicates they disagrees, Canary wanted to hear that. "Alright, we'll start with sparing," she has the training-ring pad light up to begin. "First Robin against Artemis, having a small-build body,"
Wally made a crack under his breath about Robin having small breast requiring a training bra, "Shut up!" Robin growled at Kid, already depressed that he's a girl but to having be smaller and having on a bra; training bra; is all can take. "Hey!" Canary interrupted with a yell amplified with her 'Canary Cry' but low enough to wake em up.
"Because you have a smaller body, Robin," Canary said looking at Wally to say something but he turned away learning his lesson, "you must learn to use your opponents' Achilles heel in your favor. Then after them Kid Flash against Aquagirl, and finally I'll have Miss Martian against. . .Superboy."
Super(girl)boy is wearing the dress from yesterday when they gotten to the training room, and Black Canary doesn't tell him to change out of them, so doesn't. Robin and Artemis go up first, and both end up tripping over their own feet; Robin's faster to recover and faster to adjust, but when Artemis finally gets room to draw her bow, the first arrow flies so fast Super(girl) barley sees it.
Black Canary to create two training pads for the rest of the four, having one pair each understanding separate.
Wally and Tula go inside one to get started, and it's a messier and clumsier than Robin's and Artemis's. Wally trips half a dozen time. Dinah questioned why did Barry allowed this kid to be his side-partner if he's a speedster that constantly trips on his own feet? He defiantly has potation of being becoming just fast as his uncle and Jay Garrick, but now... not so much. Tula keeps forgetting that her arms don't have the strength or the reach she's used to have, and Super(girl)boy watches them fight with M'gann. Wally then figures it out how really, really effective kicking is with a girl speedster's legs, he makes a lot of it.
Canary notices just standing there not moving so she walks towards demanding why they aren't sparing. M'gann said she's a little nervous about fighting in this body, but Black Canary tells her that her that J'onn J'onzz is on his way train her on her shape-shifting to being a female again. M'gann looks better told Canary she's ready. She nods her head, "Begin."
M'gann and Super. . .boy are ready. Superboy steps out of the little white flats, because they look like they're bad for kicking in, and M'gann smiles at him and sends him skidding back a good ten feet with a telekinetic shove that wouldn't have moved him half that far the day before yesterday. His bare feet slide across the floor and he feels—light.
So light.
M'gann's smile brightens and Superboy . . . he doesn't even know where it comes from, but he just smiles back. This is more than smiles, he . . . more than smiles, he didn't even know that you could make a smile wide enough that it hurts the sides of your mouth.
They fight, Black Canary is calling out advices in the background, and it's mostly Superboy trying to kick M'gann and M'gann blocking them with telekinetic shields, trying to sweep his feet out from under him with her shifting cape, and normally that works on him, he'd knocked over and hitting the ground like a wet sack every time, jarring out of his efforts. But today wasn't those days. No, today he jumps above it, today he lands in a roll every time he falls, today is easy—today is different.
The floor doesn't even shake under his feet when lands and the dress doesn't even tangle him up, although Wally and Artemis make weird choked sounds a few times and Robins laughs a lot. Superboy doesn't care about that, though, all he can think about is how good he feels, how alerted of his surroundings and in himself, how . . .
Something was or has been crushing him, he realizes absently, jumping backwards to avoid a telekinetic strike. Something was crushing him, and now it's not.
Superboy . . . Super(girl)boy . . .
Supergirl feels so light.
M'gann stops, and stares at her in surprise.
"Okay, Superboy, go limp. When a telekinetic grabs you like that," Black Canary advises in the background with Wally sitting down on the floor rubbing the back of his sides. "The heavier you are the harder you are for them to hold, and if they don't have tight grip on you or is distracted by something they might—"
"Canary, I don't have a grip." M'gann interrupts, "I'm not doing anything." She looks wide-eyed, covering her mouth with her hands. Like her everybody stops looks in amazement of what's happening.
Supergirl looks down at her swishy skirt and long legs and bare feet and that they're not touching. She's noticed she's not on the ground anymore, and laughs.
"Did you knew?" Supergirl asks with her face burning red for forgetting or not caring that people could up her skirt flying. The feeling of being able to soar up the sky. It makes you forget everything and want to stay up there forever, it apparently makes you forget to wear moderate clothing too.
"Knew about what exactly?" Black Canary asks her remembering that her being like the others, amazed and shocked. "That you have the ability of flight or that you are. . . different?"
Supergirl kinda clinches at the word different because it makes her not normal. Besides from she and every other superhuman around from usual. "I don't know. . . both I guess.
"I... .," Black Canary hesitated for a moment because she didn't want to mistakenly labeled her of anything she wasn't. "Please, don't take this as offense."
Supergirl asks. "What is it?"
"When you came to training wearing the dress from the day before," Supergirl nods her head still embarrassed but her face not red anymore, but more blight pink. "How you were acting around others, and how you returned from a mission, and how you and... M'gann were, uh-"
"Please, stop." Supergirl wipes her hand in the air between them, and having her face redding again embarrassed. "I don't feel comfortable about discussing it with anyone."
Dinah nodded her head respecting her and Megan's relationship. "Okay its almost time we finish here, so please continue on with your story."
"It's possibly because you're lighter—I bet you that your flying isn't strong enough to carry you when your normal-sized yet," Wally decides around a mouthful of M'gann's cookies after training, and Supergirl just nods along blissfully, still hovering above the floor. She hasn't touched it since she figured out how not to touch it, and now she's bursting with . . . with so much, so much and it's wonderful, it's . . . it's the moon, it's the sun, it's Superman.
She wants to fly that high up. She wants to disappear against the light of the moon, too high to even see, super-vision or not; she wants to be infinitely high up and above it all, but Black Canary already told her not to go any higher than it would be safe for her to land from if something happens. Supergirl can fall pretty fat, though—she's not quite as durable she was yesterday, she knows, but barely for her to care. Gravity itself can't bring her down any harder than from her own jumps does.
She wants go outside.
"At least put on jeans on underneath the dress before you do? Please?" Artemis asks, covering her face with a hand.
"No," Supergirl says, and is so pleased with the thought. Jeans are constricting, are weight, and she wants nothing to do with them pulling her down.
"It gets pretty windy there if you go too high up," M'gann warns her.
"I don't care," Supergirl says, smiling to herself, and M'gann smiles back and they head for the door and Wally groans in frustration.
"This is the worst time ever not being able to fly," he declares despairingly, and Artemis snaps at him for trying to look underneath Supergirl's dress, Robin just snorts, and Tula just turns away face red. Supergirl and M'gann leaves the room and hurry down the hall, both floating above the floor—both holding hands, and Supergirl doesn't usually want to hold hands or hold on to people at all for very long, but M'gann's hand is cool and strong and wrapping hers up in a really nice way, and she likes being the smaller hand, likes how she feels like that.
She's so used to being uncomfortable touching people, but today everything is so easy and seems to interlock just how she wants it and anyway, she's been in M'gann's mind, so what's the difference?
They get outside and rise off the ground and everything in the world is right, everything is perfect, she can't stop smiling and that's so . . . it's so strange. Supergirl has never felt like this, and somehow the newness and novelty of the feeling just makes it even so better, makes everything bubble up into laughter and M'gann laughs too and grips her hands, and their foreheads brush together.
Supergirl remembers not remembering, and reminding M'gann, and remembers G-gnomes whispering in her mind, telling about, and how good this would be.
"They were right," she says, and let's go of M'gann's hands and tears across the sky. M'gann zips after her and they weave and spiral through each other's paths, and maybe they're racing and maybe they're playing and maybe they're just—
"It feels like your dancing, isn't it," M'gann says with a shy smile as the cross close, her cape and Supergirl's skirt nearly tangling together, and yes, Supergirl thinks, this must be dancing.
And if it's not, it should be.
M'gann stops first—Supergirl never wants to stop—and touches her temple, expression turning distracted. Supergirl loops around her, still relishing the feeling of motion without gravity attached, and flips backwards in the air once, just because she can. And then again, because why not, and again and again this is exactly what dancing is supposed to be, she thinks, this is exactly what she is supposed to be, and when she remembers to glance back to M'gann, breathless and brighter than she has ever remembers feeling, M'gann is watching her and smiling just as wide as she is herself.
"I really do like this," Supergirl says, kicking her feet in the air, floating up higher, and M'gann smiles wider and reaches up, and Supergirl grabs her hand in both of her own and pulls her higher, takes them up.
"Flying is wonderful," M'gann agrees warmly, still smiling warmly, still smiling at her as she draws level, as they hold each other's hands, and then M'gann's hand is on the small of Supergirl's back and they spin and Supergirl laughs, head full of G-gnome memories and they taught her how to dance, she thinks in giddy delight, how did she forget that? "But I have to goo—Uncle J'onn is calling me. Will you be okay by yourself till I be back?"
"Yes," Supergirl says, because the idea of ever not being okay again is just the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard, and M'gann lets go and gives her quick kiss on the check as she leaves, and Supergirl's heart leaped as she flies out over the water, dropping low to watch her shadow skim across the waves and then pulling high up to watch it disappear, to feel the wind tear through her hair and tangle in her skirt, feel it in her face and between her fingers and toes, feel herself, the air she's always known she belonged to, and throw her head back for the sun and closes her eyes, and everything is—
Something wraps around hers middle and Supergirl yelps in shock, nearly dropping out the sky, but an unfamiliar arm steadies her and she turns it's. It's.
Oh.
"You may not want to be flying around like that in a dress," Superman says, smiling ruefully down at her, and Supergirl stares back up at him wide-eyed and manages a mute nod. He wraps is cape a little higher around her and she tries not to look too obviously worshipful but it's Superman's cape and it's on her, on her as she's flying, and this may just be the most perfect moment of her life.
"S-sorry. It's a new—I'm not used to the body," she manages nervously, awkwardly, and he smiles again and pats her shoulder.
"Don't be," he says. "I used to get just as excited about my powers when I was younger. I used to think I would've stayed up here for days if I would've gotten away with it."
I would too!" Supergirl blurts out excitedly, too bright and too loud and much too eager, and she immediately reddens in embarrassment and covers mouth with her hands and Superman laughs, not mockingly or meanly, and the air up this high is supposed to be freezing but Supergirl feels nothing but warmth. Superman came to see if she was okay; he wrapped her up in his cape and smiled at her and he's talking to her about her powers. She didn't even think Batman had told the League how they'd all gotten spelled yet, but he's Superman, of course, he could've just found out and already be here.
The idea that he'd come right away makes her feel even warmer.
"I mean. I mean, I like it that much too," Supergirl gets out awkwardly, quieter but still embarrassed, and Superman just smiles—again, and she has never seen him smile this much before, not in prison.
Forget days. Supergirl never wants to touch the ground for the rest of life.
"I think that anyone would have too," Superman says, then looks over her shoulder thoughtfully. "I didn't even recognize you," he says. "The hair's very different." Supergirl beams, pulling it over her shoulder with the hand not holding up the cape.
"Kid Flash said I was a smoking a hot blonde," she tells him, feeling oddly proud of the compliment even though she doesn't fully understand the meaning behind it, and Superman looks ruefully amused by it.
"Did he now?" he says. "Well, boys will be boys, I suppose. Though I'm hoping that's all he does or will do."
"It is—it is pretty, right?" Supergirl asks, face falling a little at that reaction—maybe Wally was just only teasing again and she didn't the joke, like always, but M'gann said she was pretty—and Superman just smiles at her again.
"You're very pretty," he says reassuringly, and the whole world stops and Supergirl glows. She has to duck her head behind her hair before she dies of embarrassed delight, skin prickling with warmth as she buries her painfully her painfully wide smile in cape-wrapped hands.
Superman thinks she's pretty.
Superman thinks she's pretty.
This one. This is the most perfect moment of her life.