She's going to need to get used to it sooner or later

"So you... regret doing it?" Laurel said slowly, unsure.

"Yes!" Mia said. She hesitated. "No. Kind of. I mean... It's not regret, it doesn't feel like something I did, it was some other Mia with her own memories."

"Your memories," Laurel said.

"I know! But still, it's..."

Mia's attention drifted back towards the screen, before she stiffened and made herself look away. Laurel's gaze followed hers, again taking in the Black Canary parody of a photo. Maybe she should have been annoyed by that.

True, she'd seen it before, but there was something different about seeing it with the woman who starred front and center staring at it with an adorable tinge of red to her cheeks, something that made Laurel's throat run dry. Huh, maybe a few things did run in the Lance family after all.

Laurel coughed, distracting herself from those thoughts, before considering.

"Maybe it won't be so hard to adjust back," Laurel said.

"Huh?"

"Well you were fine with it before, right?" Laurel said. "This is just... culture shock. You're still that Mia though, aren't you, the one that was fine with it?"

"Yeah, but, I don't know if I can just go back," Mia said.

"Don't talk nonsense," Laurel said. "All you need to do is get used to it. Here."

Laurel walked over, and Mia's blush deepened as the older Canary pulled up a seat to sit beside her. She reached for the screen and tapped to look at the next one.

"Let's look at them," Laurel said, for entirely unselfish reasons, she told herself. "Together. No big deal. If you keep at it, it'll be casual again."

Mia squeaked. "If, if you're sure."

The next picture didn't show her face. Mia wasn't sure whether that was good or bad. She was lounging on a table at what looked like some kind of empty party venue, facing away from the camera, her legs splayed naturally out to the left, one atop the other, while her top half was at a sixty degree angle, narrowly avoiding just laying down. One hand rested on the table, supporting her weight on her forearm, while the other was lifted as if brushing her hair out of her eyes. Her ass was right in the middle of the picture.

A few wine glasses, some full, some empty, rested on the table, though all were kept away from those two cheeks.

Laurel glanced sideways. Mia somehow looked even redder.

"Feeling better?" Laurel said.

"Why would I be feeling better?!" Mia said. "That's my- it's still a..."

"I thought it'd seem more normal, if you saw more," Laurel said. "Maybe it'd remind you more of how you felt when they were taken."

"I remember that, it doesn't mean I feel the same," Mia said.

"You might," Laurel said. "You're going to need to adjust sooner or later, they're not going away."

"Don't remind me."

Another click. Mia squeaked at the next one.

She was again facing the camera, in the same venue as before by the look of it, though now she was seated on the floor and facing the camera. One leg was pulled up to her chest, knee covering her left breast (well, the right side of the image), while the other was technically covered... Mia's cheeks warmed.

She remembered that one. It had been kind of a joke when she'd mentioned she could do it, showing off her flexibility, but the photo had been taken anyway. Her right breast was covered by her leg being lifted up, pointing straight skywards up past her body, thigh then knee then shin then pointed foot all straight and reaching over her head. Even if it was technically tasteful, the flexibility on display didn't feel it, and that was without mentioning how clear her core could again be seen, nor each contour of her thigh, which somehow felt lewd enough. Both of her hands were on that leg, though applying no real ****.

Her face was visible, peering around the side of her shin, grinning and mouth open like she was laughing at something funny.

Laurel whistled, impressed. Mia yelped.

"Laurel!"

"Game recognises game," Laurel said. "Not helping?"

"We're looking at my nudes, what do you think?" Mia said. "This isn't what I had in mind for a Canary bonding activity."

Laurel's cheeks warmed slightly then. She tried to ignore it, insisting to herself as much as Mia that this was just to help her.

"I thought it'd be easier for you if you were used to those being out there," Laurel said.

"I... it would be," Mia said eventually. "I guess. I just don't know how effective a way of going about it this is."

"I suppose..." Laurel said. She paused. "Maybe..."

Laurel cut herself off. No, that was inappropriate, that was the genes she shared with Sara talking, not the helpful redeemed Canary.

"Maybe what?" Mia said.

Laurel glanced at the admittedly attractive image on the screen, and decided to throw caution to the wind.

"Well," Laurel said delicately, "Maybe it would help if you had a more... direct reminder of how it felt when you were fine with it."

"What?"

"Well, you are... overdressed," Laurel said slowly. "Maybe we could keep going, and you could... lose a couple of things."