<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, 21:56<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr/><br/>M'gann knew, better than he might have guessed, just how Orin viewed the world around him, but that was partly because she was so open to everything that happened within her telepathic field, when she purposely extended it to its maximum range anyway, and because she was far from naive despite her reactions to certain situations.  That said, she understood Atlantean society had a very limited view when it came to their understandably limited criminal element.  They weren't very forgiving when one of their own was threatened, and family, despite being a militarist society, was held above almost everything else in terms of importance.  It was why, partially at least, that she had connected so strongly with the King of Altantis, especially now without her actual uncle being able to be in her life.  Orin had filled a void that she had needed filled, and chances were good she'd have been in far worse shape without him.  So while it might have terrified her to know, in detail, just what he'd been forced to do during the second war, M'gann would have been able to accept it and move on since there was very little Orin could do in her eyes that was beyond forgiveness.<br/><br/>So it made sense, although it still surprised her, that he was just as willing to forgive her her own misdeeds, which were admittedly not quite as well meaning as his had been during the second war she had only heard whispers about.  Even now, even when his thoughts briefly touched on those days. M'gann, both out of respect for him and a little fear as well, didn't probe deeper than he was willing to share since as much as she wanted to know why he'd been gone for so long, she also didn't want to know for the same reason.  Instead she focused on the pride he felt towards her being able to see her own mistakes, to own up to them, no matter how reluctant she was in getting him involved because she cared about him too much some could argue.  The gentle lecture she expected, but not the punishment, even if it relied on her to hold to it more than anything.<br/><br/>The brief smile that tugged at her lips was gone just as quickly, but her amusement lingered all the same as she looked up into Orin's face from her spot against his side, having no desire to pull away in the slightest.<strong>"You're grounding me?"</strong>M'gann asked, a quiet snicker escaping her despite the serious nature of their talk.  Just something about it though was funny to the martian, but she managed to fight back her humor and pulled herself closer to the warrior king.<strong>"I'm sorry, it's just that it's the first time that's ever happened, and it just seems a little....mundane?  But I do appreciate what you're doing for me Uncle Orin, and that you care enough to impose such a punishment in the first place.  Maybe some time off will help.  Besides...As much as it might hurt you, I'd <em>want</em> someone to stop me, if I ever lost myself, if I ever stopped caring about the things I could do.  That thought scares me more than losing my temper again.  Hurting my friends, becoming a monster?  No...just no, I don't want to ever be <em>that</em> person."</strong>She shivered, her voice trembling, and wrapped her arms a little tighter around Orin, knowing without needing to see his thoughts that he'd stop her if it ever came to that, and she honestly hoped it never became necessary.  If it did though, it was also reassuring that he'd be the one to do it.  That he cared enough and loved her enough to keep her memory alive over the monster she was afraid of becoming.<br/><br/>She didn't pull away, but she relaxed her death grip on Orin's chest as she buried her face against him, needing his physical presence to keep her steady.<strong>"Normally I'd call Artemis, but she's in Metropolis, trying to track down Lawrence, so my next best option is Mar'i.  Hopefully she's still in a good mood rather than one of her downward spirals.  I'll see if she can't be my keeper for a while, and I'll...try to abide by this new situation.  It'll take some getting used to, but it's for the best."</strong>She wasn't sure who she was trying to reassure, him or herself, but M'gann slowly peeled away from Orin and managed a weak smile as the fear she'd been radiating through the link started to disappear about the same time.<strong>"Thank you, for being...Well you Uncle Orin."</strong>