<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, 21:57<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr/><br/>M'gann was fully aware of her own powers and abilities, but she respected Orin too much to go back on her word without feeling bad about it at the very least.  Orin was....while technically he wasn't related to her in any way, family to her, the only family she had left on Earth.  Her own parents hadn't so much as called, let alone visited, and her real uncle was gone, that left the King of Atlantis, although she didn't see him as such.  Yes she knew he was, she knew he had far more bigger problems than her, but the fact he was willing to help her, guide her at all, meant more to her than she could ever properly express to the man in front of her.  So breaking his trust, even if it wasn't intentional, was the last thing she wanted to do, and resisting his suggestion that she needed to reflect on her....anger problem, was also out of the question.  Besides, he was right in one thing, they needed someone to keep them in check, to hold them responsible for the consequences of their actions, or they were no better than the villains they took down.  If she ever stopped caring, that would be a dark day indeed, for everyone involved since she was a powerful member of her species, even by her people's standards.  The damage she could wreak was substantial, so she had every reason to be afraid of becoming a threat to everyone around her.<br/><br/>But such thoughts were banished when Orin left one last, gentle kiss on her forehead, and reassured her once more.  M'gann was about to respond, only to let out a cute 'eep' that sounded like a strange cross between a laugh and a cough in an effort to suppress her embarrassed laughter.  Spankings....yeah, most definitely very,<em>very </em>uncomfortable and awkward for both of them, although M'gann wasn't entirely sure they were on the same page on this one as her mind briefly,<em>very </em>briefly, wandered to the night when she, Artemis, and Mar'i had asked a dominatrix to visit the Tamaranean woman.  Even now, months after that night, M'gann could perfectly remember the feel of Mary spanking Artemis's rear end with Mistress Roth's riding crop.  So yes, spankings were....a slightly uncomfortable topic for the martian since she had no idea if she'd enjoy the experience or not, having never had a chance to find out.  But being reminded of it, however innocently, by Orin was another matter altogether as M'gann blushed, her cheeks turning bright enough to put her hair to shame.<strong>"Uh...heh, yeah, that would be....awkward indeed.  Definitely awkward, so let's keep to grounding shall we?"</strong>She asked softly, unable to trust her voice to go higher lest it break and crack into a high pitched squeak from where her mind had wandered.  Thankfully she kept the vast majority of it from their link, but Orin probably still got a hint of why she had suddenly gone red as a tomato.  If asked, M'gann wasn't sure if she'd be able to go into detail, but she'd tell him what she felt comfortable with in sharing if he persisted.  There were few secrets between them, so it felt only natural for M'gann at least to talk if he persisted.  But she sincerely hoped he didn't.  It would just be....one of the strangest conversations she'd ever been a part of, to say the least.