Miss Martian

[daemonlegacy]

tim’s name fall from her lips and damian is immediately wincing, his lips curling into a scowl as he’s about to explain how entirely wrong whatever picture timothy drake has ever painted onto anybody– someone who can’t even recognize a rembrandt should never be trusted to paint an accurate picture of another human being– but then she also mentions dick, and the words die in his throat. both renditions of the youngest male to take up the robin mantle are probably wrong, in widely, horrific different ways, but damian is more apt to accept whatever grayson has said about him, given their undercurrent fondness for each other. damian would never admit, even under penalty of death, just how much grayson means to him.

he turns his face away from her for a moment, to shield and lock away whatever emotions might be hovering in his eyes, his face a mask of impenetrability, having years upon years of practice keeping his thoughts safely beneath the coldness of his natural demeanor, but she’d managed to catch him off guard and he’s not used to that. “i do know of your uncle yes. from mars, correct?” he keeps his voice low, carefully muted enough that no one else in the small store would be able to hear over the sound of the blender behind him. “my father has a file on him, i’ve studied everyone in the league.” more specifically, he’s studied the weaknesses of everyone in the league. “have you attempted to return home yet? in this….” he motions around them casually, “dimension?”

[m-gan-morsz]

She caught the barest hint of distaste from his mind before he forcibly shut her out. She was well used to it, people suddenly pushing her away when they realized her powers. Still, they were rarely as good at it as this boy was. She smiled at him, seeing the reasons Dick worried about the boy from that one minor glimpse. 

She nodded at him, her smile turning bittersweet. “I have, yes.” It was one of the first things she did upon arriving here. She would never forgive her people, but she had gone to see their world all the same. “This place is very different,” she said. “It appears my people never existed in this world, or if so, they died a long time ago.” There hadn’t even been a hint of their existence, just a barren desert. The red sands may have eroded any trace of them, but it would have taken thousands of years. Either way, the universe did not need to worry about them.

[m-gan-morsz]

darlingemma-frost‌:

“You’ve never seen the movie Matilda? I bet you’d like it, you should watch it. It should be part of your human research,” She teases a little, sort of. “You’re telling me. Try being the headmaster of a school full of teenagers —“ She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “Animals, the lot of them. But — then again no need to wonder what someone really thinks of you, or wants for dinner or mundane things like that,” Everything form silly to serious were made better by telepathy, as far as Emma was concerned. “Then ask around at some bakeries?” She shrugs. “I couldn’t see you as like… a line cook. Seems,” Emma makes a face, one of utter distaste. “Greasy.”

M’gann nodded, mentally adding the movie the long list of pop culture she needed to see. “I will ask my friends about it,” she agreed.

She couldn’t imagine being surrounded by so many teenagers all the time. at least she had been limited to the team’s thoughts, and she couldn’t read Red Tornado. Just attending public school had been a bit hard for her. She had tried her best not to pry, but she couldn’t always help it. Connor had taken to listening to static at one point to help drown out his hearing, and she wished she could do the same. “How do you deal with it?” she asked.

[ava-rider]

m-gan-morsz‌:

M’gann giggled with him, basking in the happy feelings they were both exuding. Her telepathy could be like a feedback loop sometimes, with his happiness making her happier, and her happiness making him happier. She swung their hands between them, the good mood leaving her with more energy than she should have. 

“I haven’t painted, but I did put up a big pink and gold piece of fabric!” she told him. “I think it might supposed to be a blanket actually, but it is so pretty I had to put it on display. I found it at a secondhand store.” She had been trying to limit herself on what she would buy, not wanting to get too attached to material things. And without a proper source of income, decorations were near the bottom of the list.

She put her coffee down on a nearby counter, freeing her hand to grab her phone. She still wasn’t used to phones, vastly preferring telepathy to call out to someone. However, she had been told multiple times that was considered rude, and that it only worked one way.

She clicked on a few buttons before finally finding the one with her own number on it, and showed the screen to Wally.

Nothing would ever be quite as endearing to Wally as the way Megan giggled, it always made her sound so happy, so human.

His expression softened at what she said, because that did sound exactly like what Megan would do. “That sounds nice. My decorations mostly consist out of empty pizza boxes, framed by coffee cups signed by cool baristas.” He mock seriously expected the cup he was holding. “The one might join it, depending on the trashcan situation between this place and my place.”

He easily copied her number in his phone and texted her Zee’s. “There, all set.”

[christopher-reeve]

[m-gan-morsz]

@flash-me-a-smile

[m-gan-morsz]

darlingemma-frost‌:

“Yes, it is strange. And only through an extensive, and honestly boring process of elimination would we be able to find all the things that are missing. It feels like some sort of weird snow globe. Like our normal snow globe is out there and someone is shaking both and just laughing,” She mutters into her cup as she takes another long sip, looking over at M’gann.

“Do you think you would enjoy that? Sounds like drudgery to me,” Emma says, wrinkling her nose in slight distaste. “I don’t think they would mind here, I mean — I think that there is a skepticism when it comes to powers here but there hasn’t been a real… negative sentiment toward it yet. I assume there eventually will be, but I think if you Matilda-ed on them a little, someone might be impressed. Reading someone’s thoughts is usually less welcome. They’re afraid you’ll see what kind of porn they watch and judge them. They never seemed concerned I know all their bank info — always the porn.”

That was certainly an interesting analogy, if a bit confusing. But she could understand the feeling behind the words, and the vague unease of a clear glass prison rang true. 

“I’m not sure,” she said. “I like baking a lot, but I’m not sure I could make the same things every day. I like to experiment with cooking.” Over the years she could mostly guess what combinations were good ideas or bad, but she still changed things, altered every batch just a little. 

“Matilda-ed?” She tilted her head at the reference, not entirely sure what that meant, but assuming it had to do with her powers. “And their thoughts always jump straight to it!” she agreed. “I wouldn’t end up knowing if they hadn’t ended up thinking about it in front of me.” Regardless, she did judge a few of them, so she couldn’t say they were wrong. M’gann truly regretted having a mind link at some point with most of her teenage teammates.

[m-gan-morsz]

darlingemma-frost‌:

“I am the kind of woman who is fond of her privacy,” Emma says with a shrug, taking a sup of her latte. It was almost automatic to be peering into someone’s mind. She didn’t mean to. And anyway, if anyone asked, those surface thoughts were harmless to hear. “They don’t seem to know that they are… different, or somewhere else. It makes sense they wouldn’t be aware. People rarely are, for one, and for two — how would they know anything else? Everyone here appears to be… normal.” Emma says with an air of disdain. “What are you doing here? For a job I mean.”

M’gann smiled at her, not at all offended by her intrusion. She had been used to communicating like that back on Mars, and found herself inexplicably fond of sharing thoughts. Finding out humans considered it rude had been one of the hardest changes upon coming to Earth.

“It is just strange to think that some cities or countries never even formed in this world. It seems like such a small difference between here and home, but it changed the entire course of history! It’s that, uh, butterfly effect thing?” She ended with a question, not sure if she was entirely right, but fairly certain she had heard Tim mention something about that.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She twisted her hands together shyly. “One of my friends suggested I work at a bakery.” She thought it sounded nice, but she wasn’t sure she would go for it. She had a tendency to use her telekinesis to cook, and she was paranoid that she might slip into that habit in public.

[daemonlegacy]

her initial reaction upon his name has him hesitating once again ( a response he’s not familiar with in most things, his life a hodgepodge of twists and turns anyway on any given good day– he should be used to surprises by now ), his posture shifting backwards slightly, eyes squinting even as she mentions his brothers. brothers. he doesn’t really have any, of course, the lonesome son of bruce wayne, the singular offspring of the legendary batman, of which he takes a great deal of pride, but he understands her meaning immediately. the other robins, brothers in arms, or as he likes to consider them; the lesser ones.

“so you’ve heard of me, huh?” he wonders how much the others talk about him, what they’ve said. he’d like to assume it might be something about how well he suits his superhero role, how astute he’s always been in his training, how magnificent his form is. but knowing those bastards, it’s probably something negative– babies like to whine. “i’m sure whatever they’ve told you is… less comparable to the real thing, trust me.” after a moment, his head tilts. “who is your uncle?” chances are he’s probably read all about the man, if batman has worked with him before.

[m-gan-morsz]

“Oh, don’t worry,” M’gann said, smiling and shaking her head at him. “While Tim isn’t that fond of you, Dick has more than enough good things to say about you.” It was rather funny honestly, the different ways her two friends described their youngest brother. Tim spent half the time complaining, the other half pretending Damian didn’t exist. Dick would gush over him though, his mind leaking pride whenever he mentioned the boy. 

“Maybe you’ve heard of me too. My name is Megan Morse,” she said, properly introducing herself. “My uncle is John Jones.” She trusted him to put together the rest on his own. After all, J’onn had helped found the League.

[m-gan-morsz]

flash-me-a-smile‌:

“Hey!” Wally protested with a laugh, “That’s hurtful. True, no doubt, but hurtful.” He considered that for a moment and realized he only ever did a quick surface clean of everything when he got there – it looked old, used, but clean enough, or rather, not dirty enough to really care. He realized suddenly how weird that was, that he hadn’t taken the time to personalize it, that he’d left it empty and disused, like he – like he didn’t want to invest any time in it. Like it wasn’t his. Like maybe –

Fuck.

Maybe he should buy a pillow or a poster or something.

“Okay, okay, let’s use your place,” he relented. Maybe he should get her a cute pillow too. Everyone liked those. “I bet it already smells like cookies,” he teased, just to be an ass, just to make her smile again. “Did you paint the walls pink yet? I can always help with that.”

“Yup. Give me your number and I’ll text you Zee’s, then you’ve got my number as well.”

M’gann giggled with him, basking in the happy feelings they were both exuding. Her telepathy could be like a feedback loop sometimes, with his happiness making her happier, and her happiness making him happier. She swung their hands between them, the good mood leaving her with more energy than she should have. 

“I haven’t painted, but I did put up a big pink and gold piece of fabric!” she told him. “I think it might supposed to be a blanket actually, but it is so pretty I had to put it on display. I found it at a secondhand store.” She had been trying to limit herself on what she would buy, not wanting to get too attached to material things. And without a proper source of income, decorations were near the bottom of the list.

She put her coffee down on a nearby counter, freeing her hand to grab her phone. She still wasn’t used to phones, vastly preferring telepathy to call out to someone. However, she had been told multiple times that was considered rude, and that it only worked one way.

She clicked on a few buttons before finally finding the one with her own number on it, and showed the screen to Wally.

[m-gan-morsz]

darlingemma-frost‌:

“My cards all worked still, in a word, I am set,” Emma considered offering the woman a place to stay with her, but she bit her tongue, for now. “If you ever need to get away for a night —“ Something less permanent seemed easier to swallow. “I have a guest room you can crash in.” She nods. “I would believe that has little to do with the outside world and more to do with you but,” Emma shrugs. She knew M’Gann had her hang ups, they had discussed them before. It wasn’t that Emma didn’t — she just buried them deep and left them there years ago. “Makes me glad in a sense some of our… less human looking mutants haven’t come here.”

“I will keep it in mind,” M’gann said with a soft look, even if she doubted she would take Emma up on it. She didn’t want to impose on anyone, and Emma seemed like the kind of woman who was fond of her privacy. 

She looked down at her cup, avoiding Emma’s knowing eyes. It was true that no one could stop her from looking alien, but she was still scared. Not of anyone trying too hurt her, which she could handle. She was scared of the fear and disgust she would see in their eyes, hear in their thoughts. 

She changed the topic, her eyes catching on the people walking by them. “I’ve been listening in on these people, trying to figure out what is different here,” she admitted. “Did you know that some of the cities and countries from my world don’t exist here? I heard someone prepping for their geography exam.”

[m-gan-morsz]

flash-me-a-smile‌:

Wally let his eyes drop to their hands as M’gann interlocked their fingers, smiling softly. People often took Wally’s nonchalant attitude to danger and situations much like this one as irresponsibility, carelessness and maybe they were right, but mostly Wally thought – what was there to worry about? As long as he wasn’t alone, as long as he had his friends who loved him and wanted to take care of him – what was there to worry about?

He knew the Twin Cities were in good hands. Jay or Jesse or Max or even Bart, they were no doubt taking care of the city.

The time for worry, if ever, was in any case later. Not now. Not here.

He squeezed her hand gently. “Yup. You guys can stay at my place if you like. Promise I’ll even clean it.”

“My schedule is that I always have time for wonderful girls like you,” he said easily. Then took a second to think about it. “Next week’s kinda busy, but after that I only got a job on Wednesday planned so far. How about Thursday night? Zee’s probably busy in the weekend doing shows. ”

She laughed, reaching out to grab her drink off the counter. “Or we can use my place, which is probably much cleaner,” she joked. “I’ve tried to decorate, but I’m afraid it’s still not as homey as I’d like.” She had put up a large pink and gold tapestry on one wall, and spread flowers around the house, but the furniture they had been given still looked aged. There was a general feel of emptiness and disuse to the place that she just hadn’t been able to get rid of yet. Hopefully having company would change that.

She considered it, trying to remember what Zatanna’s schedule had been. “I’ll ask her if she has plans,” she said, before realizing she had no idea when she would see her next. “Do you have her number?” she asked.

[kryptonianstars]

“well that’s fine too, no complaining that i forgot to include something,” he jokes as he steps inside with the bags, heading back towards the little kitchen he already knows so well. “any time i bring wally food, it never seems to be enough. at least with you, i know you could keep it as leftovers and eat for a while afterwards.” not that she wouldn’t eat without the leftovers anyway, but once again, concerned clark is concerned– and there’s something to be said about his upbringing, his ma always ensuring they have a table full of food, even if he and pa didn’t always have the time to munch on it all.

he misses them worse than he could ever say.

“besides, you know half of this is for me anyway.” setting the bags down, he begins rifling through everything, pulling out the smaller bags and containers of noodles and entrees onto the counter. “i was hoping it’d be alright if we ate together, y’know, hung out.” does he sound as desperate as he feels? he hopes not.

[m-gan-morsz]

Rather than using her hands, M’gann checked that the curtains were closed and used her telekinesis to set the table. Silverware flew over their heads and arranged themselves around the containers, but she kept her eyes on Clark.

“Of course it’s all right!” she said. “I could always use some company.” She kept a bright smile on her face, even as she could feel the sadness leaking off him. It was her job to keep her friends happy, and that included her old boyfriend’s sort-of father. She continued to project a happy aura, not being too invasive, but trying to help all the same.

“What would you like to drink?” she asked, opening the small fridge. “I’m afraid I only have water or milk at the moment.” 

[acecroft]

[darlingemma-frost]

@m-gan-morsz

[m-gan-morsz]

zatannaxannataz‌:

“That’s okay, you know, you can think about it, there’s no rush.” Or maybe there was, because who knew what was happening in the near future? She squeezed Meg’s hand gently, not quite wanting to say more in that vein with all the uncertainty. 

“We haven’t talked specifically about patrolling together, but, I mean…” The both of them weren’t very good at sitting still on the sidelines, him even moreso than her. Zatanna laughed softly and brushed a hand through her hair with a shrug. “You know Wally and I, we can totally handle ourselves. Without League supervision we’d probably be bouncing around the whole world all night. And possibly the next day. With copious fast food breaks… So maybe more backup and someone sensible is good. And I know we’d love to have you along.”

She appreciated Zatanna’s non-judgmental response. She knew there were some in their community that would look down on her for wanting to keep her head down, to keep herself safe over others.

“You, maybe, but Wally would rush in and end up over his head without us,” she joked. Now that he had grown up, he had a better head on his shoulders, but M’gann still remembered the days he rarely paused to think.

“Speaking of, I promised Wally a few batches of cookies,” she said. “Would you want some too? You could come over and we could all hang out like old times.”

[nytewing]

Titans #23

[m-gan-morsz]

@flyingdgrayson

[m-gan-morsz]

Something had left M’gann a little more alert than usual, her telepathy reaching out, trying to find familiar minds. Maybe it was Emma’s devotion to her own search, or the renewed hope of finding Wally and Zatanna here. Either way, she was glad for the change, especially as she felt an old friend approaching the building. 

Abandoning her drink, she looked out the window with a wave of glee overcoming her, sending the feeling out to Dick as she spotted him on the street.

‘Dick! You’re here!’ she sent, gathering up her bag as she raced towards the door to meet him.

@flyingdgrayson

[m-gan-morsz]

zatannaxannataz‌:

“He was very, very surprised.” She laughed with a shake of her head. It was funny from their perspective, but telling about the city in a worrisome sort of way. 

“And unfortunately, we weren’t dumped in an inequality free world.” Zatanna continued with a soft, sad laugh. Her eyes darted up to Meg’s curiously.

“And you?” She knew Megs had mixed experiences with crime fighting, but that it was something important to her, and a vital part of her life, so her voice was soft and nonjudgmental. When she continued, she smiled sweetly along with a shrug. “I mean, you know me, I am very bad at ignoring things and very good at jumping into the middle of a fray.”

She tried to press down on the laughter that was threatening to come out, knowing that if it had been anyone else things could have turned out very differently.

She thought about how to answer that for a few moments, before shaking her head. “If it was just me, I’m not sure what I would do,” she answered. Her history had shown that she was bad at intervening when it was just her. She was a little too selfish too risk herself without any promise of backup. She looked up with a slightly rueful smile. “But if you and Wally are going to be out there, I can’t very well sit back, can I? You need someone to watch your backs.” 

[m-gan-morsz]

darlingemma-frost‌:

“Seems to be,” Emma shrugs. “Can’t say I have met too many non-mutant powered people. Not in the way that I can ask for their DNA to have someone more science-minded than me look at,” Emma chuckles a little at the thought. What a way to introduce yourself? “I suppose that is possible. I have a scientist friend who could tell you that if he had samples, but,” She gestures around, her lips pressed into a thin, annoyed, line.

“Sounds good, darling,” Emma drawls as she goes to sit at a table. Taking a sip of her latte, she shrugged. “Not much time to do much else, I don’t think. Moved out of that horrible housing they tried to put us in,” She makes a face. “Looking for a place to house the mutants when they come through that isn’t… that place. But not really. You? Finding these humans any more accepting?” She knew the answer — these humans were somehow even more suspicious of those who were different because they were all so… normal.

M’gann said nothing to that, not wanting to bring up any of their missing friends. She supposed it must be more frustrating for Emma, who was spending nearly all of her time looking for her people. M’gann at least had gotten the closure of finding an empty home world

“Are you having any luck with that?” she asked with a frown, knowing how expensive New York City was. “Where are you looking?” This government was giving them a stipend, but she doubted it was enough to afford a place the size Emma seemed to be talking about.

She made a face, knowing Emma could guess. “Well, the fact that I am not currently green can probably answer that for you,” she said. She was thankful for her shape shifting abilities, especially here. There was a general trend of fear and distrust in the thoughts around them, even when nothing looked out of the ordinary.