<div class="floatleft">(http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb214/Danthien1/private%20sheet/martian_manhunter_zps894dce7d.jpg)</div><hr/>Name: J'onn J'onzz and Bruce Wayne<br/>Hero Moniker: Martian Manhunter<br/>Location: Gothcorp<br/>Tagging: Hawkgirl<hr/>"Thank you for the praise."  J'onn said politely when Sherya complimented his actions from earlier.  "But I was a Manhunter on my homeworld, similar to the police here.  I am trained to handle hostage situations and act with precision.  We were all lucky however that Victor was not an evil man, simply upset over the trauma he and his wife have endured."  The Thanagarian took off her helmet and expressed her difficulty in adjusting to life on Earth.  "I understand.  I've only been here some two months myself."  He took in the sight of Sherya's beauty, which was something he found odd.  As shapeshifters, Martians didn't have a traditional concept of attractiveness like the humans of this planet.  But he found Hawk Girl to be attractive somehow, even as he mentally recognized that while she was extremely attractive by human standards, what standards J'onn should have should make him favor green-skin and less human-like appearances.  Maybe it was the result of how much time he'd spent on Earth.  Even if he didn't read minds out of courtesy, his natural telepathy made him at least brush against every human mind within reach.  Just those gentle touches may be imparting some of human perceptions to him.<br/><br/>Hawk Girl mentioned then the civil war between Green and White Martians and how his race was virtually extinct.  J'onn's eyes lowered in thought as he responded.  "I appreciate your sympathies, Sherya.  But it was not the Civil War between the Martian Races that lead to our demise.  It was my own brother, Ma'alefa'ak, who created the plague that wiped out my race.  He and I are the last living Green Martians I'm aware of."  J'onn looks up again as he continues, "As for the Kryptonians, I've heard that Superman is not the only one of his kind left either.  So yes, making an entire race go extinct does seem to be harder than killing one of this planet's Cockroaches."<br/><br/>It was then that J'onn felt a slight push on the edge of his mind, causing him to feel slightly weak.  Shaking his head, J'onn looked at the ground below him, trying to identify the location of the source.  It was a telepathy dampener of some kind.  If J'onn had been directly near the source, it likely would have knocked him out, but from here, it just made him feel woozy.<br/><br/>"I believe there is an unwelcome guest in the basement."