<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Megan Morse<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, 19:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fish Mooney's bar, booth seat by the back door.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Conner, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Megan looked up when she heard the door open and couldn't help the smile that graced her face when she saw who had walked in.  She didn't need her telepathy to know he'd be coming her way soon enough, not that she minded, far from it in fact.  She found herself wanting the company as she waited for Conner, Kon-El to her since they knew each other well enough by now to have dropped the use of aliases even while in public since her psychic powers allowed for conversations only another psychic could overhear, to get his drink and head over to her table.  Her amber eyes gleamed in the darkened booth when she saw him pass the fake ID over to the barman, finding it amusing and a bit sad at the same time that someone who looked eighteen had only been around for six months.  He had the body of a grown, muscular, attractive young man, yet he had not had any real experiences to call his own, no real family outside of his fellow heroes.  In essence, he was still a newborn in almost every sense of the word.<br/><br/>Even so, he had adapted well enough so far since he'd been able to find freedom from his Cadmus overlords, and she'd been there during the early days.  She'd helped, in what she deemed a small contribution to his development, to shape who he was today, and despite her better judgment, had started to see him as more than a friend.  Even so, she didn't rebuke him when he started to walk towards her table, her mind already reaching out to the familiar warmth and compassion she had come to expect from the super clone.  Her own mind was still reeling somewhat from her earlier patrol, from the scumbag she had brain blasted, but it calmed considerably in a way the Budweiser she had been nursing couldn't match as she nodded to the chair on the other side of the table.<strong>"I've come here once or twice before."</strong>She admitted aloud, but her amber eyes glowed briefly for just a moment in delight at the playful banter.<em>I've had a bit of a rough night.  I'm alright, but I stopped a mugging, only to find out the bastard had planned to do a lot more to the woman he was holding at knife point.  He's on his way to a hospital as we speak.</em>The information was passed on easily enough through the psychic link, but the lack of remorse for what she'd done would probably chill anyone's blood even as she looked away from Conner's face.  Remorse might be lacking, but she did feel a little ashamed for leaving such a person, as deserved as it might have been, in a coma he might not wake up from.<br/><br/><em>I know that's probably not what you wanted to hear, but I needed somewhere to get my head on straight, away from a large crowd.  I'm glad you showed up though.</em>She smiled warmly and looked back into Conner's face, an appreciative gleam in her amber eyes.<em>So what brings you here Conner?  Fish Mooney's isn't exactly a nice place to be, but tonight's been unusually quiet.</em>She asked, genuinely curious as she asked the same question, just slightly edited so that if anyone was listening in, they'd only hear two people having a perfectly normal conversation.  Just as she was about to 'say' something else though, she looked up when she heard someone call out her name before followed by a code phrase she knew all too well.<br/><br/>Her smile brightened further when Dick walked over, arms outstretched.  She didn't disappoint as she embraced him, giving off a cheerful laugh at the bear hug he gave her.<strong>"It has been a while hasn't it Dick?"</strong>She replied, before sitting back down across from Conner.  As for the residual guilt, pride, and the rest of the emotions he was giving off, although like her, they were contained and the worst of them dealt with for the most part, they were easily ignored through the psychic link as she gave him the subtlest of nods, to show she understood who he truly was.  How she hadn't noticed him before wasn't so hard to imagine, given her earlier activities, although if she had seen his thoughts about her face been contorted in ecstasy, she might have turned beet red.  As it was, she chuckled at the light hearted banter Dick was throwing towards Conner.<strong>"Hello Megan!  Would you go easy on him Dick?  He only just got here."</strong>She reprimanded him, albeit gently.  It felt good to be surrounded by her friends among the old team of sidekicks once again.  She'd hung around Metropolis, where her uncle J'onn normally hung around alongside Superman, but she had found it too difficult to live a life that wasn't hers.  She had sold her uncle's apartment and moved to Gotham, making the transition just a week ago.<br/><br/>Oddly enough, it felt good to put that part of her life behind her at last.  Still, those were thoughts for another time as she leaned back in her chair.<em>It must be my lucky day to have both you and Dick in the same place.  Should I be concerned?</em>She asked, a mixture of amusement and concern tinging the mental question as her amber eyes flicked between the two handsome men, albeit for different reasons.