Superboy kept refusing to train, and Black Canary was growing frustrated.
His anger, his conflicting emotions over being created as little more than a perfect weapon, a clone to an existing superhero, was understandably getting to him.
Black Canary understood this, but she needed to do something about it.
"You called me" Superboy grunted as he entered the training area, alone this time. The rest of his team members were away at other tasks.
"I did. I wanted to talk to you alone" She explained, and noticed the way he crossed his powerful arms defensively, "You are still angry, still refusing to learn."
"I told you, I don't need to---"
"You don't need to learn, yes, that's what you keep saying. And yet you end up on the floor after every single training session with me."
Conner pursed his lips and lowered his gaze, but this time, she wasn't going to allow him to keep his walls up, not any longer.
"You have friends here, Conner, people who care about you" She explained, and he looked up at her in surprise "You are not just a weapon, and if you want to help them,
be there for them during missions, you need to learn to channel all that potential in the right way."
He seemed to consider her words but still did not reply.
"Not just react, but actively decide how a fight will go. " She continued, resting her hand on his arm encouragingly.
"I want to help you, Conner, be your mentor, your friend. But I can't do it unless you allow me in."
Conner sighed heavily, looking away once more, but eventually shrugged silently and nodded.
"Alright. We can train... but I can't make any promises."
"It's a step forward, Superboy. That's all I'm asking."