AgentCanaryCorp Oneshots

Logan (Alex)

"She's my co-pilot."

Logan rolled her green eyes at the idiotic patronising words from the arrogant man, when she'd accepted the job as photographer for Catco World media she was not told about working with such an odious man, in her career she'd met countless like him each one grated on her she could never seem to ignore their blatant ignorance.

She watched his gaze fall down to the woman hanging off his arm as though she were an expensive accessory and not a powerful insanely intelligent woman, Logan shook her head taking a long sip from her glass of brandy the sting hit the back of her throat came as a welcome assault to her senses. What the hell is she doing with him?

"And what about you Thurol?" He asked looking to her expectantly.

Logan fluttered her long thick eyelashes, faining her best Scarlet O'Hara impression she could manage. "Why Mr. Olsen I must simply abide without a strong powerful man to help my soft gentle weak feminine self, I just can't sleep at night for my want to be someone's co-pilot." Rolling her eyes again she ignored the amused chuckle that sounded around them.

"Maybe it's that attitude." James shrugged.

" Hmm, you could be right, but I'll give you this anyone who can't deal with me at my worst does not deserve to have me at my best, your mistake is thinking as a woman I'm in need or want of a man, when I can assure you no woman does, that's a myth created by society, I prefer strong women they are far more interesting and definitely more fun." Logan winked a sly smirk covering her mouth. "Tell me Mr. Olsen how much would it damage your ego if you lost your little woman, or are you worried no one here will know or care who the hell you are and with the delightful Ms. Luthor near you, you can at least pretend to yourself that they care about you."

Logan watched as he leaned down to whisper in the woman's ear, I told you we shouldn't employ her, she's too much trouble.

Logan chuckled loudly. "Some men are threatened by strong independent women with minds of their own, but James, you are not my employer and nor do you have any say over my work, so I would say taking any power away from the true 'boss' is rather a huge dose of misogynist crap on your behalf, and I'm sure that the infamous Cat Grant would have put her stiletto stud up your ass for daring to try it on her, I think Ms. Luthor you should adopt such a policy."

James ground his teeth. "Or you are the arrogant one here."

Logan laughed turning to face her adoring audience, when it was learned the infamous Logan Thurol would be working at Catco there had been a huge rise in interest, investors were flooding to take a bit of the company, stocks were rising. "Oh, honey I'm as arrogant as the day is long, but I acknowledge it and have the talent to back it up, you, however, got lucky from a picture of Superman flying, I earned my arrogance in war zones shooting were angels fear to tread."

"Ms. Thurol." An adoring fan called.

Logan smiled. "Call me Logan please."

" Logan, I was simply blown away by the emotional series of photographs you took of the Palestinian children playing near the border as the Israeli troops patrolled and marched towards them, it filled me with such awe that so young a human being could be filled with such defiance and also such a sadness that such a young child would consider that treatment as normal, I saw your exhibition at the Met. "

Logan smiled sadly, yet the memory of her trip to Palestine was not filled with happy memories she'd encountered oppression and wars many times, but it never got any easier. "I spent many wonderful hours with those children I had never met anyone so wise as they were, I was truly filled with such admiration for them, and I knew I needed to tell their story."