<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, 20:10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, White Canary, Maggie Sawyer, Poison Ivy, and anyone else.<hr/><br/><em>I know.</em>M'gann sent back to Orin, grim determination on her face as she quickly started to fly back to the man's side.  She was powerful true, but she'd been doing this long enough to know when to work with others and when she needed an extra pair of hands that weren't her own, literally in some cases.  As ruthless and unforgiving as she'd become of late, two things she'd been trying to work on with limited success, she wasn't stupid enough to go against Ivy alone even though she probably could if the situation had been to her advantage.  That said, just as she started to descend to stand by Orin and the rest of the team, all Hell broke lose.<br/><br/>Given her high altitude, M'gann had an excellent view of the pods that quickly soaked the entire area in Ivy's toxic spores.  She was also the first to breathe them in because of that same factor, so the martian was the first to feel her stomach, loaded with spaghetti and a single beer from Fish Mooney's bar, start to churn violently as bile rose up her throat against her will.  Vomit was soon pouring out of her mouth ahead of her falling body, her concentration shattered by both the forced eruption and the pain that followed.  Hitting the ground on her side, blessedly away from the pile of fresh puke, M'gann slapped one hand over her rebellious stomach and another over her mouth, only to shriek when the sky lit on fire just above where she'd been not ten seconds ago.  Fire, one thing that wasn't healthy for her to be around on a good day, was torture of another kind as sweat poured off of her and she desperately tried to throw a telekinesis born barrier between herself and the intense heat source above her.  But with her concentration gone and suffering through Ivy's toxin, that was a lost cause.<br/><br/>Until Orin's voice filtered through the pain and terror of both.  While the words themselves didn't make it through, his mere presence in her mind gave her something to focus on, and M'gann forced herself to her hands and feet with a weak but determined growl.  She was not going to die here, laying near a pool of her own vomit!  Especially not at the hands of an overgrown weed woman!  Her eyes started to glow a bright green as boiling rage swept through the agony of her stomach, and it blocked off the worst of her instinctive reaction to Supergirl's reckless barrage.  Ivy was going to be sorry once things were settled out here.