<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, 22:02<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arthur Curry/King Orin, Dinah/White Canary, Oliver/Green Arrow<br/><br/>M'gann knew Orin was being respectful regarding her desire to not talk about Superboy and his origins at the Cadmus facility, and she appreciated it greatly, but a part of her still wanted to tell him everything she knew about Kon-El.  That said, she honestly didn't know all that much, having told Orin almost everything already, save for the fact they had known each other for the last six months or so and that they had become good friends since that time.  Beyond that, there wasn't a lot to tell, except for the small matter of Conner being genetically similar to Lex Luthor himself, giving him the man's genius level intellect, and perhaps his less than moral standing.  That said, M'gann's endorsement of the young, biologically speaking, super clone wasn't off the mark, and that he had indeed done a lot of good hadn't been an exaggeration.  He truly did try to do good with what he had, he just didn't hold himself quite to such a rigid morale code as his predecessor had, which in M'gann's opinion, was a good thing.  Whether that was because of what had happened to the original Superman or something else was up for debate though, especially given her own slight fall to the anger and rage that had been born when her uncle had died right in front of her.  Still, she kept all that out of her thoughts for the most part, simply basking in Orin's praise regarding her job as a professional singer/impersonator.<br/><br/>But all that went out the proverbial window when Orin made his desire known that he wanted to see her on stage the next time she had a gig.  M'gann's brown eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, not at all ashamed or embarrassed by the idea of letting him see her in her, some could argue, natural element as she hugged him tightly with a cry of glee.  She quickly pulled back, but nodded enthusiastically all the same.<strong>"I'd be more than happy to extend you an invitation the next time I'm performing Uncle Orin.  So no, I don't mind at all if you're there."</strong>She replied with as much sincerity as she could muster, before turning to the Clocktower when Dinah and Oliver responded respectively to her telepathic message.  With a smile and a gesture towards the building, M'gann disappeared from sight, save for the slightest distortion in the air where she was currently located.<strong>"Shall we?"</strong>She asked, before flying off to the tower, eager to get something solid in her stomach after the fiasco at the bank.  That and she agreed with Dinah's unspoken question about what had happened after they had been forced to leave, but first she wanted to eat and just continue their nice evening without the impending threat of doom hanging over their heads.<br/><br/>Stopping herself just as she started to fly out to the Clocktower, M'gann slapped a hand over her face, having forgotten to pass along the instructions as to how to get inside Dinah's place in her enthusiasm.  Only after she had done so did M'gann fly across the street, unseen by most people on a good day, and phase right through the same clock face she had used to get outside in the first place.  Landing lightly before the archer and his friend, M'gann dusted herself off as she became wholly physical once more about the same time she became visible.<strong>"Orin should be present soon.  Sorry for kinda dragging someone you hardly know to your secret lair, but I trust him with my life."</strong>