<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, 20:40<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>White Canary.<hr/><br/>At first M'gann wondered if the white clad woman would answer her, but the slight confusion she picked up, coupled with Dinah's shrug, told her that while she'd known that the injection would work as intended, she didn't know exactly what was in it.  M'gann nodded back as best she could given the current situation, and tried to relax, content with the knowledge she was still breathing at all regardless of the means.  Besides, if it had worked against Ivy's advanced toxic spores, chances were that whatever had been inside the chemical cocktail was a mile long of hard to pronounce compounds and who knew what else.  That was usually how it worked anyway, and given her time with the Bat family and most of the League, that's how it had played out in the past.<br/><br/>Again, not that it mattered as M'gann watched Canary move about her secret hideout.  She should have realized a lot sooner someone might have moved into Gotham's old clock tower, but that was probably the point, hiding in plain sight.  She knew what that meant a lot better than most, given her martian abilities.  Still, those racing thoughts were pushed to the side as Dinah helped her sit up before gingerly tipping the contents of the bottle into her parted lips.  Somewhere between coughing and letting a satisfied moan escape her, M'gann was able to take her requested drink with little difficulty.  The fact it was cold was just a bonus before Dinah pulled it away.  Swallowing the last drops in her mouth, M'gann had just gotten settled on her back before Dinah started to speak beyond a mere grunt and two words.<br/><br/>M'gann had to look away as she sat up, her knees drawn to her chest underneath the blankets.  Talking about her uncle was not easy for her, even now after five years, but she nodded in agreement all the same.<strong>"It does suck, more than you can guess in my case."</strong>M'gann didn't elaborate, and she hoped Dinah wouldn't ask her to since talking about him was hard enough, but being asked to talk about his death was nearly impossible for her.  What few people knew was that she'd felt it happen, not just seen it, and even after five years she could still recall everything with perfect clarity.  The one thing she wished she could forget, and she was cursed to keep it with her until the day she died, or near enough anyway that the difference wouldn't matter.  Whatever the case, M'gann sighed, took the offered water, and idly turned it about in her hands, still unable to meet Dinah's face.<strong>"I'm glad you were able to take up arms against the likes of Ivy, the fact the League can still inspire is more heartening than you know, but heroes can die.  We learned that the hard way."</strong><br/><br/>Now that her adrenaline and fear had run its course, M'gann couldn't help but stew in her own funk after being poisoned and forced down near a pile of her own vomit.  She'd been defeated before, but it never got easier, especially now.  That and this felt different for some reason, mainly because throughout the fight with Ivy, she'd felt something off about the villain in question.  While M'gann didn't know about Ivy's shifting emotional state due to the seasons changing accordingly, she had still picked something up from her close proximity to the eco terrorist that she didn't know what to do with.  Doing her best to push it all to the side, she turned her mind to the present and nodded again to Dinah's comment and her subsequent question about Ivy.<strong>"Yeah, it's been a while but I've seem her before, but I was behind the likes of Nightwing and a few of the other former side kicks.  The League had their teams, we had our own in those days.  But this was different, she was much stronger than she used to be.  I mean, that shouldn't surprise me I suppose, we've all changed, but this felt...different to me, but I can't begin to explain why.  And I'm...sorry for being so down, but I'm sure I don't have to tell you it's not often I get dropped so thoroughly as I was tonight.  It was...humiliating, but that I can deal with.  It's the fact there are people still in harm's way, my friends included, that doesn't sit well with me."</strong>