What would the Canary do?

Write about an awkward moment where someone almost touched (gasp!) your daemon.

"What?"

Most of them had arrived already- even the Flash,though his promptness on this occasion could be ascribed to the monitor shift leading up to the meeting.

"If you're going to smirk at me the entire meeting, Black Canary, don't you think I should know why?"

Only three people were sitting as yet. Green Arrow was taking his turn to chair, Panya perched on his shoulder in a way which would be imperious if she wasn't half asleep. Batman sat to his left, leaning forward over gloves clasped together and staring steadily over both them and the boots and fishnet-clad legs of the Black Canary, who was leaning precariously back in her own chair, returning his gaze with a knowing smirk.

"Oh, come on, detective. You don't know?"

The others, people and daemons alike, were all standing around in clumps, watching the strange face-off with varying degrees of confusion and amusement.

"If you have something to say, it would be much better for the group dynamic if you said it now."

Lyena, Barry's daemon, slunk up against Rolin, Diana's, while Barry himself shot across the room to stand by Hal. "What's going on?" they both whispered, only to be met with non vocal indicators of ignorance.

"It's nothing serious, Bruce. It's just..." Dinah's smirk spread just that touch further into a grin... "most people stop at just the one sidekick."

Green Lantern turned his face away to hide his own smile.

"The girl is not an authorised operative."

Superman finally teleported in at this point, but he and his daemon stayed near the teleporter, surveying the scene with a puzzled expression.

"But you haven't shut her down. Honestly, Bats, how old is this one?"

"Old enough to make me feel like a dirty old man," Ollie muttered. A pregnant silence followed, in which he looked up to find not just Superman, but the entire League staring at him. Even Bruce and Dinah had abandoned their banter; the latter with an expression halfway between resignation and exasperation.

"What?"

There he was, the Green Arrow, ready to chair a meeting of the Justice League of America, Panya on his shoulder and a green glove on the table in front of him. Beside that, Tikki was stretched out and purring in contentment where Ollie had been scratching him between the shoulder blades.

"Uh, Ollie, Dinah?" Clark said finally, "is there something you want to tell us?"

Suddenly, Diana laughed, breaking the tension suddenly, and soon joined not just by Hal, but both of their daemons as well.

"Great Hera, you two didn't think it was a secret, did you?"