Does anyone else find the relationship between Dinah and Conner really cute? And when I say relationship, I mean mother-son. Because romantically? No…just no. So this climbed into my head and has refused to let go. It's a quick little ditty, so no worries!

And, yes, I'm on a bit of a Superboy kick. But I promise that Spitfire and Batfamily are next.

"Ms. Lance, this is Ms. Nielsen from Happy Harbor High School. I'm speaking to you because of your son, Conner Kent…"

Conner was stuck in the office, moaning and trying to avoid any loud noises, sounds, visions, and just anything that would cause nausea. Growing pains sucked, especially since if you are an alien from a dead planet. You would think that the only other man that went through this would help out the poor boy, despite the fact that he's a illicit clone of the afford mentioned man. But, no.

Superman is such a douche.

Conner is reduced to a pain that's indescribable and agonizing and it fills him with anger and sorrow because why would anyone let this go on? If you had the power to prevent someone from hurting, wouldn't you do anything to make sure that didn't happen?

"Conner?"

He looked up into Dinah's concerned face, slightly blurred by to his sight. He groaned with relief as she sat down next to him, stroking his hair lightly. It was soothing and took away a bit of the pain.

"Why did you call me?" she asked softly. It was inaudible to the human ear but he could still hear it.

"Everything hurts," Conner muttered answering the first question.

"I know," she said simply. The two sat in the office for a moment longer until Superboy felt that he could walk without collapsing. Dinah wrapped her arms around the clone's waist, rubbing soothing circles on his back. They got into the car and Black Canary made sure that he was comfortable. Conner mumbled something as he fell asleep.

"Thanks Mom."

And nothing could be better knowing that a mother was caring for her son.