<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/b/b0/Miss_Martian_Earth-16_002.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130504124041)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>M'gann M'orzz<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Miss Martian<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Remnants of the Justice League<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>White Canary.<hr/><br/>She was not having a good night, to say the least.  Being poisoned, almost set on fire at least twice, and now being jostled around as someone carried her to safety, she hoped, M'gann could only groan weakly as her stomach roiled and clenched up in continuous agony from Ivy's spores.  She was too weak to feel the rage that had accompanied the nausea, but that was enough as sweat started to form on her green skin, her amber eyes unfocused to the world around her, such as she could comprehend it anyway.<strong>"Ha-have to...go back...save Orin...Wally...Jason...can't let Ivy win."</strong>She protested and even tried to push her way out of Canary's grasp, but she was far too weak to do that, let alone walk away even if she'd been successful in escaping the woman's grasp.<br/><br/>Instead, M'gann fell back into blissful unconsciousness, her amber eyes falling closed despite a valiant effort on her part to remain awake.  But peaceful oblivion wasn't hers to enjoy as her fevered mind wandered back to five, going on six years ago, when Darkseid had attacked and destroyed the League.  When his soldiers had obliterated her uncle J'onn right in front of her, and given rise to the darkness that to this day still lingered.  To Canary's ears, what few words that spilled from M'gann's lips were spoken in her native tongue, but a few words would be repeated enough for her to get the hint this wasn't a good dream as M'gann tried to deny what her eyes were telling her.  Either way, the occasional thrashing about and repeated, mournful entreaties, spoken in an alien language or not, would have been enough for most people on their own, but the stream of tears that had started to fall down her cheeks along with quiet sobs that weren't born solely of her stomach would have sealed the deal.<br/><br/>She was reliving a nightmare that had taken her the better part of five years to come to terms with, and even then the aftershocks remained, tormenting her sleep and twisting her actions while she was awake.  Despite this, M'gann was still a good person, and her actions at the bank still spoke of the person she'd once been.