DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 02:25:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/6/67029/1428842-dc802.jpg)</div><br><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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth<hr><br>M'gann, currently disguised as her human alter ego, sighed heavily as she stepped out of the cab after paying the driver.&nbsp; She was tired, her entire body was sore of which her stomach still gave off the occasional rumble, and she was in a bad mood from the night's debacle at the city bank involving a suped up version of Poison Ivy.&nbsp; But as much as she'd been tempted to tell Dick he could kiss her ass when he'd called shortly after the fight was over, a part of her wanted to see him, a rather large part if she were being completely honest with herself.&nbsp; So here she was, walking up to the front gate before density shifting right through the iron fenced gate that separated the main road from the expansive grounds themselves.&nbsp; The manor was far enough out of Gotham that very few people came this way, so she could breathe easy in the knowledge no one but those that already knew who and what she was would raise an eyebrow if she helped herself rather than ringing ahead like a normal person.&nbsp; But she wasn't surprised when Alfred, the English gentleman that had served the Waynes and their adopted wards for years, answered the door just as she started to raise her hand to knock.&nbsp; Walking through a fence was one thing, walking through someone's front door?&nbsp; That was something else, an invasion of privacy one just didn't commit, especially considering who lived here.<br><br>As was his usual, Alfred Pennyworth was dressed in a black suit, white undershirt, black pants, and a pair of small glasses perched on his slightly wrinkled face.&nbsp; When his gaze fell on the martian, he didn't so much as bat an eye at her green skin, merely feigned a frown at her break in good manners by not ringing the bell by the front gate.&nbsp; "Miss M'orzz, Master Grayson said you'd be coming.&nbsp; I almost forgot that you have an aversion to ringing the bloody bell like a civilized person though."<br><br><strong>"It's good to see you too Alfred.</strong>"&nbsp; M'gann replied, her amber eyes alight in amusement since as dry and borderline rude the older man was, it felt good to know there was at least one person from Dick's old family that was still around, even if Bruce himself had fallen, along with Commisinor Gordon and countless others.&nbsp; To that end, the brief hug they shared was a welcome greeting indeed since he was not the only one to have suffered personal loss five years ago, going on six.<br><br>"Enough of that.&nbsp; You're going to be the death of me yet."&nbsp; Alfred huffed when they broke apart, smiling despite his gruff sounding reprimand as he straightened out his suit.&nbsp; As for the slight pain in his ribs from M'gann's borderline exuberant greeting, he hid it well as he stepped aside.&nbsp; "Do us a favor, try not to throw our insufferable friend through a window."<br><br><strong>"I'll try Alfred."</strong>&nbsp; She promised with a tired laugh as she walked by, taking a moment to admire the decor around her.&nbsp; She'd been here before, many times in fact, but this was the first since the League's fall that she had been able to visit the manor again.&nbsp; Too many memories, mostly good, were attached to this place, mainly of visits with her uncle, sometimes she had come alone, and while those visits had been few and far between even then, they were treasured memories all.&nbsp; But then everything changed, and the good times shared here over all had become too painful for her, so she'd moved out to Metropolis and tried to stay away from any places that had been touched by the only member of her family that had given a damn about her.&nbsp; Now though, she had returned to Wayne Manor, likely to receive a well deserved tongue lashing, but such was life these days.&nbsp; At least said likely impending reprimand would come from one of her last remaining friends, and the reason she had come to this massive estate in the first place.<br><br>Knowing where Grayson was likely lingering after their shared beatdowns, his at the hands of some powerful mercenary called Deathstroke, her own at the hands of Ivy and her ally, Thorn, M'gann shifted her way through the floor and directly into the Batcave.&nbsp; It wouldn't surprise her at all if he was in front of the giant computer array that Bruce had created, going over the night's events with a fine tooth comb, and nursing his bruised ego and body alike while he was at it.<br><br><div align="center">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/batman/images/f/f8/Batcave_batwing-1920x1080.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130920024930)</div><br>Either way, like the front passageway, M'gann took a moment to let her eyes fall on the assorted gear and trophies from Bruce's reign as the Dark Knight.&nbsp; The jet, the car, the gallery of trophies collected from the Bat Family's assorted villains, all this and more held memories for the white martian masquerading as a green, an irony of its own if one thought about it, that had M'gann reconsidering coming here before she took a breath and slowly crossed the cavernous floor, her footsteps light yet loud enough to echo throughout the chamber.&nbsp; She wasn't trying to hide, not that it would have did her any good, so she saw no point in trying to disguise her presence.&nbsp; Instead, she stopped before the Batcave's computer, before one last painful rumble passed through her stomach, forcing her to grab the edge of the steel backed desk until it settled down.&nbsp; Ivy's spores were lingering far longer than she would have liked, but such was how it went for someone that put their life on the line for those unable to protect themselves.<br><br>When she recovered, she saw that she was the only one in the infamous, or famous, depending on one's perspective, Batcave, and sighed heavily as she flew through the ceiling and stopped on the ground floor once more.&nbsp; Knowing Dick about as well as she knew herself, M'gann made her way to the study, having a feeling that if he wasn't downstairs, he'd be nursing a scotch or bourbon that would have been well out of her ability to buy without working ten years straight and not spending a dime in the process.&nbsp; Despite the fact he lived better than most of Gotham put together, she didn't begrudge him the wealth and privilege being Bruce's ward gave him.&nbsp; Instead, she merely walked through the study door and winced when she saw the gently blazing fire in the hearth across the room.&nbsp; She pushed her instinctual discomfort aside though, and took a seat on the pillow covered couch that was, like the rest of the house, reeked of old money and old gothic Victorian charm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 04:00:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alfred, M'gann. <br><hr><br>Dick Grayson wasn’t someone who drank often. It dulled his senses, and Bruce had always hammered home the idea that their senses were allt he had and they needed to be razor sharp at any moment. That said, there were moments when he was perfectly fine with his senses beign slightly dull; when he was surrounded by friends he trusted, family that he knew could watch his back if he couldn't watch his own. Happy moments, moments he wanted to treasure.&nbsp; But there were other times he drank, moments when he didn’t care if his senses were dull. Sad moments, moments he wanted forget. His loss at the hands of Deathstroke was one of those moments.<br><br>If he’d had his way, Dick would just sat in the study drinking the scotch older than he was that Bruce had saved for years, going through bottle after bottle, until he either ran out or he didn’t want to keep drinking. But Alfred, always there for him, had thought better and handed him a phone. <br><br>“You need to speak with someone.” The ever insightful butler told him with absolute confidence “Someone who understands what it’s like to loose someone like you did, a father as well as a mentor”<br><br>Of course Alfred was right, and Dick knew exactly who he was going to call. Jason wouldn’t talk to him about anything that wasn’t business. Wally was bust making his mentor proud. Kate was probably with her loving girlfriend. Conner and Steph were part of the new generation, people who’d never met their ‘mentors’. It could only be one person. <br><br><hr><br>“He wanted me to take over for him.” Dick said without even looking back at M’gann. He wasn’t sure if he could look anyone, let alone her, in the eyes just yet. He heard her come in, sit down at the couch behind him, and just found the words spilling out of his mouth. He had kept the bottled up for so long, it felt refreshing to let loose.<br><br>“Bruce I mean. In his will, he said it as clearly as he could, that he wanted me to take over and become Batman. I’d alway wrestled with the idea, not being sure if I could honor his memory, or it would feel like I was playing dress-up in my dad’s clothes.” As he spoke, his normally powerful and broad shoulder fell in defeat. The fact that he’d never put on the suit once following Bruce’s death still rested heavily on his shoulders. If he’d been a better sidekick, a better hero, hell, a better son, he would have put on the cape and cowl without a moment’s hesitation and kept the legend of Gotham’s Knight alive and well. Instead he’d hidden his guilt and grief in jokes and stunts, like he always had. Instead of facing the problem, he’d let it grow worse. And now, Gotham’s low level criminals were getting cocky again. The Bat family had been doing exceptional work, but Gotham needed its Dark Knight. And Batwoman, Nightwing, Red Hood, none of them struck the same fear into the superstitious heart of men as the caped crusader had. <br><br>“After tonight though, I know. I’ll never be good enough to call myself Batman without feeling like a fraud. Deathstroke was a challenge back when Bruce and I had fought him before, but now it was like no contest. It was four on one, and he still kicked our asses.” Batman had taken Deathstroke, an opponent who should have wiped the floor with him, and managed to fight him to a standstill. Dick had tried the same thing, with twice the numbers, and he’d been rewarded with bruises and cuts all over his body. <br><br>His own self pity flushed from his system, Dick finally turned back to look at his guest. M’gann was in her ‘normal’ green form, though who could really say what was normal for a martian, and that gave Dick a small bit of his confidence back. knowing that she trusted him enough to not try and hide herself in a more human form, it made him feel like he’d done something right in his life. Of course he knew that it wasn’t her actual form, but he also knew that J’onn and M’gann had both come to embrace the green humanoid form as their ‘normal’ skin, even keeping the form up when no one else was around. But, just because she looked good didn’t mean her fight had gone any better. There was an exhaustion and fatigue in her body, and a defeated light in her eyes, that let him know she’d gotten her ass handed to her as well.<br>&nbsp;<br>“You look a little worse for the wear too M’gann.” He said, offering the emerald girl a small smile before letting out a sharp breath as he worked through a stabbing pain.<br><br>“Let’s get you something to drink, and a shoulder to lean on. Just, use this one when you lean. The other one is still tender.” Even beaten and defeated, Dick grayson still couldn’t resist a joke, as he let out an exaggerated wince because he touched his left shoulder. And even while questioning his own worth as hero and a son, Dick couldn’t resist making a cocktail for a pretty girl. <br><br>“French 75, like always, right? Here’s looking at you kid.” He said, doing an utterly awful Humphrey Bogart impression before sitting down next to her on the couch and handing her the cocktail. Unless something had changed drastically with M’gann, chances were good that was still her favorite cocktail. <br><br>Dick still fondly remembered the parties all of the underage heroes had while Bruce had been away on League business. It had been a bonding experience, seeing classic movies for the first time together and drinking things they shouldn’t have. The night had culminated with them watching Casablanca, with Dick making everyone the champagne cocktail from the film. Surrounded by friends, with an old movie playing and the slight buzz of alcohol running through her, Dick couldn’t think of a time he’d seen M’gann happier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 04:44:50</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:36<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth<hr><br>M'gann knew better than anyone that some memories could be altered, changed due to circumstances, become a bitter pill to swallow that could only lead to personal torment and worse if left to fester, like an open wound.&nbsp; So to see and hear Dick now, battered literally and otherwise, wasn't so surprising, but what he had to say?&nbsp; That was unexpected, although not totally given the circumstances that had brought them all this far.&nbsp; The old days were gone, their mentors slain, and all they, the quote unquote 'sidekicks' had left were their legacies, their memories.&nbsp; So was it so surprising Dick was contemplating whether or not he'd ever be worthy of the Dark Knight's mantle, to take up the cape and cowl of his adoptive father?&nbsp; Not at all, but it still surprised her that he'd doubt himself at all.&nbsp; He was one of the most capable men she knew, young men admittedly, especially when compared to her biological age he was a lot younger than she was, but by martian standards, they were about the same 'age', such as it mattered.&nbsp; The point was, M'gann knew that Dick might only be human, but a human had gone up against demons, sorcerers, aliens like her and Conner, and come out the other side unmarked, for the most part.&nbsp; And while Dick wasn't Batman, he was still his protege, still knew all of his tricks, his strategies, so that was enough for her to know one day soon, he'd be ready for the responsibility that came with the Dark Knight's reputation and all that it stood for.&nbsp; But that was also the problem in her mind.<br><br>So when he sat down next to her, drink in hand for her to take, M'gann gratefully accepted it and took a sip before hesitantly putting a hand on her old friend's shoulder.&nbsp; Giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, mindful of her superior strength, at least compared to most humans without some kind of enhancement anyway, the 'green' martian sighed before she looked towards the fire.&nbsp; <strong>"To be Batman....that's a huge burden to put on anyone's shoulders Richard.&nbsp; I know you though, even without being able to read your mind, and if I've learned anything from our time together as friends, it's that you will always be you regardless of what costume you're in.&nbsp; And that's not a bad thing, especially in this Richard."</strong>&nbsp; She replied softly, her gaze returning to Richard's face as her hand fell to her lap, her other still wrapped around the glass that was full of French 75, a drink she'd picked up thanks to one memorable night that had not become a bitter pill, even with everything that had happened.&nbsp; It was one of the few bright spots left in her battered mind and soul.&nbsp; <strong>"If you want my honest opinion though Dick, Batman was Bruce's alter ego, and it should end with him.&nbsp; Instead, make them fear Nightwing, because that's who <em>you </em>are, or another costume of your choice, but let Batman rest in peace.&nbsp; I can't replace....replace Martian Manhunter, even if I wanted to, which I don't.&nbsp; I can mimic men but it's difficult, but even if it was easy, I wouldn't, because that's...not who I am.&nbsp; I'll always be Miss Martian when I'm out there, and I'm alright with that."</strong><br><br>It was a poor analogy perhaps, a bad comparison, but it was the truth as far as M'gann saw it.&nbsp; Still, she could understand why Dick wanted to live up to Bruce's example, but that was unfair to him in so many ways.&nbsp; On the other hand, she also knew he was just trying to keep Batman alive, both for his own reasons and because Gotham needed the Dark Knight, at least in his opinion.&nbsp; That was where he was wrong though, again in her opinion.&nbsp; And while her perceptions were tainted by her own traumas, her own problems, this much she could offer her dear friend.&nbsp; Even as the thought crossed her mind though, M'gann offered Richard a weak smile as he offered his shoulder to lean on, which she gladly took after taking another sip from her glass.&nbsp; Setting it down, she let out a tired sigh, her own body sore, but she covered the bruises far better due to her shapeshifting.&nbsp; But like everything about her, she could only hide her pain just underneath the surface.&nbsp; The bruises weren't visible but they still throbbed, just like the rest of her more mental wounds and scars.&nbsp; So having Dick to lean on was a welcome reprieve, a blooming sense of warmth and comfort starting to form in her chest.&nbsp; <strong>"You aren't the only one who's been flattened tonight.&nbsp; Ivy pulled out new tricks on us all.&nbsp; I'm sure you've heard the news by now, but I can understand why you'd question yourself.&nbsp; I....wanted to snap her neck by the time I stopped Canary from doing the same to Hood....but Orin was there.&nbsp; Ever since his return, he's been trying to help me find who I used to be again....but it's hard, it's so hard."</strong><br><br>It was the closest she'd come to admitting it outright, the darkness she had let form and start to consume her.&nbsp; The same darkness they all felt and tried to manage to some way or another.&nbsp; She wasn't managing it well enough though, and if not for Orin, Dick, and a few others, M'gann was fairly sure she'd have already lost the fight.&nbsp; Clenching her hand in Dick's shirt, she shivered at the thought, trembled in no small amount of fear of becoming something like Psimon, or potentially worse even.&nbsp; That was not something she wanted, even if that same darkness said otherwise, that she'd be doing the world a favor if she didn't hold herself back anymore.&nbsp; It always came back to the same thing though, her fear of losing anymore friends, family, loved ones....&nbsp; <strong>"I'll never understand one thing Dick, how Bruce was able to keep his darkness at bay for so long without it consuming him.&nbsp; You say you're not strong enough?&nbsp; I'm powerful enough that I can rend someone's mind apart yet I'm terrified of my own reflection, of who might be looking back at me if I do.&nbsp; I can blame Lex and the experiments he did on me, I can blame Darkseid and what his invasion took from us all, and everything that's happened between then and now....but it still comes down to me...of being too weak to resist this....whatever it is that drives me to take no prisoners."</strong>&nbsp; A tear formed in her right eye but M'gann ignored it as another tremor passed through her slender frame.&nbsp; This was the second time she'd been so thoroughly downtrodden, but the last time had been in Orin's presence.&nbsp; This was...different though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 19:59:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alfred, M'gann. <br><hr><br>Dick wanted to argue, to tell M’gann she was wrong when she said that Gotham didn’t need Batman more than it needed Nightwing, but he didn’t know how to explain it to her. Gotham was a strange place, one that few could truly understand. Bludhaven had been more corrupt, Metropolis had been more filled with insane villains capable of dealing death. But Gotham, it was the city that seemed to devour hope. But Batman managed to give the citizens hope, to remind them that not everyone was out to get them. The name Nightwing was getting more well known, but Dick knew it could never be the same. Batman was too much of an enduring legacy; even five years after his death, people still speculate on sightings of ‘The Bat’.<br><br>But maybe she was right. After Bruce’s death, the other heroes hadn’t left him alone more than anyone else who’d lost someone. at the time he’d just assumed it was because they all thought he was like Bruce, someone who thrived in Isolation. Later though, he’d found that it was actually the opposite. To so many of the heroes Dick as viewed as the beacon of hope and light, someone who didn’t need the ‘moral support’. Who was to say that Nightwing couldn’t become that beacon for Gotham. <br><br>“Yeah, I heard about all that.” Dick responded with a sympathetic smile hearing about how Ivy had gone abit wild at the bank, and how she’d bruised quite a few egos of heroes.<br><br>“I would have been helping out, but Deathstroke was keeping me busy.” Of course the Bat family did have a representative there at the bank, but the connection to Red Hood was one that both the bat family and Hood himself were reticent to admit to. Not only would Bruce not have approved of Hood’s more brutal, and occasionally lethal, methods, but Jason Todd found there too many painful memories in the bat family. Dick wanted his adopted brother back in the fold, as a full fledged member of the group again, but Red Hood had made his independence clear.<br><br>And besides, if Red Hood admitted that he was a part of the Bat family, then questions would start getting asked. Questions that no one was willing to answer. Questions that could lead to revealing the identity of everyone in the Bat family. Dick trusted those around him with a great many things, but the fact that Red Hood was his adopted brother Jason Todd, who should have been dead, that wasn’t one of them.<br><br>“Ivy can be… frustrating.” Dick said with gritted teeth, though Ivy was not the cause. Ivy was certainly a frustrating foe, one that did terrible things but out of a deep seated love that made her hard to truly hate. But no, Dick found himself frustrated at the mention of Orin. The King of Atlantis had abandoned the league when they’d needed him most. He had made a promise, to help them fight off the invasion, and then he’d disappeared. Dick was sure there were extenuating circumstances, there always were, but the man had made a promise. It was only Batman’s insistence that Nightwing stay in Bludhaven to help with the chaos and confusion that kept Dick from standing with the league that day. He knew Orin was an important person to M’gann, a second father to her especially since her Uncle’s death, which all that kept Dick silent. He knew that his anger at Orin for deserting the League was partially a reflection of his own guilt at not being alongside Batman during his final moments, but that didn’t make it an easier pill to swallow.<br><br>Then she started to ask how Bruce kept the darkness inside of him at bay for so long, saying that she was too weak to keep her dark impulses at bay, and the frustration and guilt he felt over Bruce’s death faded. Instead he was reminded of the time after their first patrol, when Dick made a mistake. After one of their first patrols, Robin had broken one of the thugs arms after he’d surrendered. The cry that the thug let out, something that simultaneously inhuman, a sound that no human should have been capable of producing, and yet still shocking human at its core would stay with Dick until he died. Bruce had taken him aside afterwards and explained how rage was understandable, unavoidable, a part of their job. But they had to control it. Anger, Fear, Lust, any emotion that was clouding their judgment, it had to be addressed before it was let loose. Because, as Dick had seen, any pent emotion suddenly released could make them do things they would regret once minds became clear. <br><br>“Bruce kept the darkness at bay by becoming one with it. He gave into the anger and the rage, and turned into the thing that drove him. It’s much easier to change the course of a river than to make it stop running, that was how Bruce thought.” He explained with a sigh, remembering how the anger and sadness that drove Bruce had eaten away at his mentor. It had made Batman an excellent crime fighter, but had left Bruce Wayne just a few steps above&nbsp; a hollowed out shell. Then again, maybe Bruce had always been that way. Alfred had once told dick in confidence that Bruce seemed to be the mask that contained Batman and the first time he’d really seen Bruce alive was once the mask had gone on.<br><br>Though, Dick knew M’gann needed more than just insight into Bruce. She needed to know that there were others who felt the same struggle that she did.<br><br>“For me, I took the darkness and turned into a show. A joke. It’s harder to be sad whenever you’re smiling and making everyone else do the same.” Dick said somberly, admitting that, like many other heroes, and villains, had suspected, his jokes and quips were just his way of dealing. Dealing with anger, with fear, with uncertainty, with everything.<br><br>“And M’gann, you’re not too weak. You’ve made mistakes, but we all have. We’ve all crossed lines before.” With that, Dick brought his arm around M’gann’s back and held her closely. It felt right somehow, M’gann nestled around him with drinks in both of their hands. In a different world, it would be a lovely quiet moment. Maybe they would be coming home after a night out on the town, or enjoying a quiet nigh tin together. Bruce and J'onn would reprimand them for skipping out on patrol, but both would understand the need to remind a person what they were fighting for. <br><br>“You can’t remove that dark spot in your psyche. It will always be there, just like it was always in Bruce, in me, in J’onn, even in Conner. You need to turn it into a part of you, accept it so that it doesn’t control you.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 23:30:14</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:36<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>He didn't have to explain anything to her due to their close proximity.&nbsp; Richard's mind wasn't unguarded exactly, but his emotions were palpable to the telepathic alien, and confirmed her suspicions about his mindset regarding his doubts and fears about becoming the next Batman.&nbsp; So when he started to see things from her perspective, at least slightly, M'gann couldn't help but smile in a mixture of joy and relief to know he wasn't so lost to his darker thoughts that he couldn't hear what she had to say.&nbsp; As for his reason for not helping them with Ivy, she only shook her head and smiled, knowing he'd have been there if he could have been.<br><br>As for Pamela Isly, or as she was known now as Poison Ivy, as frustrating as she was, Ivy was still a human being at the end of the day, and M'gann had sensed her apathy, her sorrow, at what she thought she'd been forced to do.&nbsp; That didn't make her anger at the woman any less palpable though, only that M'gann knew Ivy believed she had had a good reason for the things she'd been doing that night.&nbsp; Still, she sighed and let it go for now, instead turning her attention to where Dick's thoughts had turned, and sat up a little straighter when she felt rather than 'heard' Orin's name pass through the former Boy Wonder's conscious mind, tinged with no small amount of anger and guilt.&nbsp; She knew why, considering similar thoughts had passed through her own over the past five years since the League's fall, but she didn't blame Orin's absence for their not being here any longer.&nbsp; Orin hadn't allowed her to see the horrible four year war beneath the oceans that had taken place, but she knew Darkseid had attacked Atlantis first, in a manner of speaking, causing a civil war that nearly destroyed everything beneath the surface of the water, Orin included.&nbsp; That and she had tried to seek him out before Darkseid's second arrival, but she hadn't been able to get close because of all of the raw rage, hatred, and more that had poisoned the very water itself like a sickness.&nbsp; Ironically enough, she had left one war zone only to fly into another hours later.<br><br>So it was with those thoughts in mind that M'gann, after Dick had spoken his mind about her own inner turmoil and the darkness she was contending with, that she slowly pulled away from his comforting embrace, as welcome as it was, and hesitantly stood to her feet.&nbsp; His admission that his jocular veneer was just a more metaphorial mask wasn't so surprising to her, but it helped her find the courage, aided in no small part by the French 75 she finished after tossing back the rest of her glass, to tell him what she had only told one other person as she made her way to the fire and put her hand above the hearth.&nbsp; The heat was comforting rather than debilitating as it'd been when Kori, the orange skin woman who had flung fire at Ivy's pods, so she was able to stay by it without complaint.&nbsp; <strong>"You make it sound so easy, but it's not.&nbsp; I've never had a dark side before....not until after we were invaded, Richard.&nbsp; Before Darkseid....I never would have considered leaving someone in a puddle of their own drool, their minds shattered because of what I've done, let alone actually doing so.&nbsp; I've fought for all the same reasons you've done, to make this world a brighter, safer place, but my mistakes are a bit worse than a few broken bones.&nbsp; They at least can recover on their own if you get too rough with the criminals you hunt down, but me?&nbsp; It's real easy to break a mind, but it's much harder to put one back together again."</strong><br><br>She wasn't done though, not by a long shot as she pulled her arms around herself and turned to face Richard fully, her amber eyes downcast and her brown hair falling over her face slightly.&nbsp; The shadows before her, cast by the firelight behind her, were longer, and noticeably more hunchbacked than she actually was at that moment, giving a hint to her true martian heritage, a face Richard had only seen once during her captivity in Lex Luthor's lab.&nbsp; He'd accepted her then, despite the fact her people had tried to invade earth years before Darkseid did, but that was far from her mind at that moment.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't know how to make this a part of who I am, Richard.&nbsp; I really don't.&nbsp; You know how easy it was for me to laugh and smile like the rest of our old friends, even though my childhood was lonely and without anything that I came to love about this world.&nbsp; I can still smile, I can still laugh, but it...feels hollow more times than not now, like I'm just going through the motions.&nbsp; I want things to go back to those days, but I know they can't....they'll never be the same again.&nbsp; And your guilt about not being there for Bruce?&nbsp; The irony is I wish I hadn't been there when my uncle died right in front of me....because I didn't just see it happen Richard, I <em>felt </em>it....I felt it happen."</strong>&nbsp; The reason why was fairly simple, but the implications were horrifying in their own way.&nbsp; Martians, white or green, all communicated the same way, through their natural gifts of telepathy, so for M'gann to say she had felt J'onn's death as Darkseid's forces ripped him apart?&nbsp; It went beyond just seeing a valued, treasured member of one's family dying, it was if something inside her had also died, but trying to explain that to someone that didn't understand what it meant to open yourself up to someone as she did was difficult on a good day.<br><br>But it would certainly explain why she was so determined to make sure everyone always came home from a mission, why she was so ruthless to her enemies anymore.&nbsp; It didn't make it right though, and M'gann couldn't fight the tears as they started to stream down her face in small rivers.&nbsp; <strong>"I can still see it all like it was yesterday....and that's when I finally let go completely.&nbsp; When I recovered from the shock of what had just happened, both from seeing it and feeling as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest, I exploded in rage and shredded Darkseid's forces with a stray thought.&nbsp; The very air around me became warped, distorted, and if I had put out any more telekinetic power, I might have ripped open reality itself.&nbsp; Thankfully it didn't come to that, and I haven't displayed anywhere near that level of power since, but the darkness in me was created that day has remained, born of my grief and terror of losing anyone else like that again.&nbsp; I can't bear the thought of losing anyone else, Dick, and that's why I....why I'm so willing to go the extra mile, although I know it's....not how I should be using what I was born with.&nbsp; A part of me doesn't care I'm acting nearly as bad as the bad guys we go up against....I'm just scared one day I'm going to wake up-"</strong>&nbsp; She trailed off as a shuddering sob silenced her and she put her hands in her face, unable to continue.&nbsp; Only Orin had seen her so consumed with guilt and self loathing, and breaking down in front of one of the few people she had even a remote romantic interest in was doubly embarrassing.<br><br>Dick would get a pretty clear idea though of what M'gann was so afraid of as a mental image of her newest show she'd taken an interest in, Supernatural, filtered through the link.&nbsp; Of one of the leading brother characters looking at a twisted, distorted image of himself with pitch black eyes, a malevolent grin plastered on his face.&nbsp; While a crude analogy, it was still fitting for M'gann's fear and dread of what she might become if she didn't get a handle on her inner demons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 02:26:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>“Oh god, I should have realized that.” Dick said quietly, almost under his breath, when he heard M’gann admit that she felt her uncle die. He’d always known that the martian telepathic connection was stronger with other martians, and that strong emotions could make the connection exponentially stronger, but he hadn’t put the pieces together. She had been so close to J’onn when he passed, she must have experienced everything that he did; All of the pain he felt, all of the thoughts racing through his mind, everything that flashed before his eyes, M’gann must have seen. And if the cry of a thug getting his arm broke still occasionally lingered in Dick’s mind, he could only imagine what M’gann was dealing with. The guilt he felt at not being there to fight alongside Bruce, the anger he felt at himself for failing to live up the legacy of the dark knight, it all faded away in an instant. Dick had long ago earned a reputation as the most outgoing, the most compassionate, of the Bat clan. And while he’d always deny it, always say that the others cared just as deeply in their own ways, there was a reason he got called Batman’s heart. His arms, stronger than anyone would guess just looking at his acrobatic frame, held her tightly in a hug. He wanted to let her know that he was there, that he’d always been there for her. <br><br>He had been in her position before, felt the anger and confusion that was tearing her heart and mind in two. Dick had Bruce to help pull him back and remind him how to not become , and he needed to be that for her; he needed to be the anchor, the reference point to help her find her way back. As much as it might hurt to drudge up those old memories, Dick Grayson had always been the person that would endure so much to help someone who needed it.<br><br>“Before my parents death, I never had a dark side either. I didn’t feel it like you did, but it was traumatic for a little boy of 11.” He let out before he started to speak. It wasn’t often that he told people about the event that had forever changed, but M’gann need to know that… That it might be the insurmountable mountain that it felt like. <br><br>“I heard this loud crack, almost like thunder. On instinct, my eyes shut tight and I could feel something warm on my face, in my hair. When I finally opened them, I saw my parents just as they started to fall.” And with that, everything from that night came flooding back to him in an instant. He could hear the roar of the crowd, ringing in his ears so loud that it was surprise he’d been able to hear the gunshot of the din. The smell of the circus, that unmistakable mixture of adrenaline, animals, and grease, was rushing into his nose as he took a breath. The tension in his body has he prepared for the next stunt, like spring that would never get a chance to fully release. He’d have said it wa slike a photograph of the night, but a photograph would never hold that much detail. He reliving every second of that night, something he hadn’t done since the anniversary back in April.<br><br>A small sigh left his lips, as he forced himself to move past the night and get to the point, explain to M’gann why he was drudging up all of these old memories. He wasn’t trying to play personal pain olympics, he did had a point with all. <br><br>“I didn’t laugh, a real laugh, for years. Once I was Robin I would make jokes when I fought, to throw off the villains, but it was empty. Bruce was afraid that I would end up becoming just like one of the villains we fought, that I would turn into a sociopath.” Looking back on it now, as the Dick Grayson that others looked to for hope, it was enough to almost make him burst out in laughter. He couldn’t imagine not having his emotions, the dizzying highs and the terrifying lows. <br><br>“And then, all of a sudden, it fell into place. The jokes had weight, the laughs were real. It had happened so that I didn’t even realize when it happened. It was more that I realized I’d been laughing for real, and I had been for weeks. I’d realized that I wasn’t so alone in the world. I had Alfred, I had Bruce, I had you and the rest of the crew. I realized there were people in my life who cared.”<br><br><br>“I know it hurts now, but it does get better M’gann. But you have to let it happen. You can’t isolate yourself like you have been.” Before his emerald friend could get out a word of protest, he just gave her a look worthy of Bruce and put a finger over her lips. The look softened though, as if to say ‘Let me say my piece’.<br>“M’gann, you’re one of my best friends. Before we all met at the bar the last time we talked, I was helping to get you out of Luthor’s grasp”<br><br>“I know how it feels good to wallow, to live in the darkness and pretend that nothing else exists, but you have to remember that people care about you.” His hand took hold of her chin, forcing her to stare into the soft blue eyes that seemed to cry out with understanding and empathy. <br><br>His lips found hers for just a moment, his body pressed against hers harder, just so that he could show how he really felt. It was only a second, maybe less, before Dick pulled away but it felt like they’d been together for so much longer. <br><br>“I care about you.” he whispered with a breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 03:08:38</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:36<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>There was more to it than simple emotions that could be passed through the link.&nbsp; A psychic attack could also ripple through, taking down everyone within the telepathic link equally, regardless of the distance from each other since an open mind was a dangerous thing to the right person, or the wrong person as the case usually ended up being.&nbsp; So being forced to endure her uncle's last moments had been the equivalent of a crippling mind blast, except that it hadn't ended even after J'onn breathed his last.&nbsp; Five years had done little to reduce the pain just thinking about it usually brought, but it was far more bearable these days.&nbsp; M'gann knew though that it wouldn't go away anytime soon, no amount of time could ever erase that horrific set of experiences from her memory.<br><br>But all that disappeared in a flash when M'gann felt what was coming before hearing Dick's dredging up memories he had long since buried.&nbsp; She let out a quiet gasp when he began his story.&nbsp; She had always known something had happened to him, much as it had for Bruce, but she couldn't have ever imagined what he described happening to an eleven year old boy.&nbsp; Was it little wonder he had been so driven to be the jokester among the group?&nbsp; To always wear a smile when in reality he had died a long time ago?&nbsp; Alright, that was a bit harsh, but the fact still remained, and it answered a lot of questions for the martian, who had always felt a pang of sorrow that didn't fit with the smile that was ever present on Richard's handsome face.&nbsp; A face that was far closer than she would have liked under any other circumstances, but at that moment, she needed the support as badly as she needed to breathe.&nbsp; While her mind briefly wandered to Conner, about the feelings she had for him, she realized long before Richard kissed her, saying he cared about her, that she had been blind to what had been right in front of her for years.&nbsp; Brother and sister they most definitely were not, not anymore at least, if they'd ever been in the metaphorical sense.<br><br>So she did the only thing her heart and mind, as battered and beaten as they were, could think of.&nbsp; She returned the kiss, her arms wrapped around the former Boy Wonder's waist and the back of his neck.&nbsp; She reluctantly pulled away, her face still damp from her tears, but there was a small smile on her lips again and her amber eyes were just a little brighter, the light from the nearby fire notwithstanding.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you....for just being you, and I'm sorry....for not realizing all this sooner Richard.&nbsp; I....think I always knew something had happened, but I....it doesn't matter, only that we're here.&nbsp; Yes, it hurts....it hurts even now after five years, but I almost forgot what I had in you and everyone else."</strong>&nbsp; She whispered, and sighed into his ear, her emotional turmoil still present, but it was....easier to carry, not so present as it'd been before.&nbsp; As for the kiss, both received and given, M'gann wasn't sure what was supposed to happen now, only that she didn't want this to be the end of whatever was happening between them.&nbsp; Maybe it was the alcohol talking or something else or a combination of things, but M'gann felt strangely emboldened as she wiped at her eyes with the back of one hand before glancing towards the nearby door before turning her gaze fully on Richard once more.&nbsp; <strong>"I-I don't know what this means, what happens now, but....I don't want this night to end on such a low note, Richard.&nbsp; And I think....I've always cared about you, more than I was ready to admit until now, until you said the words I needed to hear.&nbsp; I'm not against seeing where this goes, but I'm...scared, of messing this up somehow.&nbsp; Just....I'm rambling."</strong>&nbsp; She blushed, but she hoped he got the message since she had no idea what she was trying to ask, only that she wanted to see where this went, more than she had wanted anything else in her life up until that moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 06:52:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>Dick knew it wasn’t quite a real smile that M’gann gave him, but it was a start. And it was closer than he’d seen her give in quite awhile. <br><br>“Your face lights up when you smile” Dick said with a whisper before planting a soft kiss on M’gann’s cheek, wiping away some of the tears with a thumb.<br><br>She really was beautiful. He’d known that before, but there was something different now. Was it the alcohol, so simple a solution, or was it something more? Was it that they’d bared their soul in front of the other, shown their weakness and their darkness to the other, that made her more beautiful? Was it that she’d kissed him back, that her returning the affection somehow made her that much more attractive? Even her rambling, as she tried to work out exactly how she felt and what she wanted, was adorable. <br><br>“Wanna know a great cure for rambling?” He asked, the trademark Grayson grin plastered on his face once more, before pressing his lips against M’gann’s again. This was more of an exploratory kiss though, less the kiss of a friend trying to reassure another friend and more someone trying to test the waters. It was more forceful, more passionate. One of his hands cradled the back of her head gently teasing themselves into M’gann’s red locks.<br><br>The other arm, the one that had been wrapped around her, holding her in a compassionate hug, slowly fell to instead hold her hips close against his own. Their bodies were pressed against each other, drawn together in a way that Dick suspected neither of them had ever considered would happen. Dick had made jokes and flirted with her of course, but that’s just who he was; Wally once said if Dick wasn’t flirting, the Earth wasn’t spinning. Outside of a few lonely nights, he’d never truly considered M’gann in that way. And yet, seconds before he’d kissed her, Dick knew that every flirtatious comment, every passing fantasy that he’d written off, it had been real. He wanted her, and wanted to see her happy. <br><br>After what felt like like an eternity that somehow managed to pass by in just a second, Dick finally pulled back from the kiss slightly breathless. It had been awhile since a kiss had truly taken away his breath like that, and he wanted more. Still though, of the two, M’gann was the more vulnerable. Her emotional wounds were deeper and more recent. So he had to try and keep it at her pace. Try, at the very least. <br><br>“Was that a better note to end the night on? Or…” The hand resting on her hip ran up and down along the subtle curve of her body, holding her close as his eyes looked deeply, longingly, into her own amber eyes.<br>“Or would you rather see where the night takes us?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 07:38:59</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:36<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>"Your face lights up when you smile."&nbsp; Such a simple thing, but to M'gann, it was music to her ears as her deep green cheeks turned a shade darker at the heartfelt compliment.&nbsp; It also gave her something to hold onto since her stomach was doing flips, and it had nothing to do with Ivy's lingering spores.&nbsp; Not even being around Conner for the last four months or so had made her feel anything quite like this, and definitely not so intensely.&nbsp; But Dick's words and the gentle way his thumb brushed across her face was doing things to her insides that both terrified her and made her dizzy with joy and dare she say it, hope.&nbsp; Something she had been lacking in some time.&nbsp; Hope that she might at the very least beat this thing that was making her something dark and twisted, two things that just weren't her, at least not in the part of her mind that remembered the sweet if lonely girl she'd been once upon a time.<br><br>But then Dick, being the kind, compassionate if constant flirt that he was, gave her something else to think about as he kissed her again.&nbsp; This time though, there was something definitely more to it than mere friends trying to support each other, and it was then that she knew she wanted this, wanted him, over anyone else.&nbsp; Darkseid himself could have dropped through the roof and she would have been oblivious as she softly moaned into Grayson's soft lips and the way his fingers entangled themselves in her hair.&nbsp; The feel of his form, muscular frame against her own slender curves was turning her nerves into a pile of jelly, but she was far from immobile as instinct tool over in place of her conscious mind.&nbsp; After all, like love, sex was universal, especially among humanoid beings like her, so all the 'parts' were more or less the same.&nbsp; Any differences, as minute as they were between Earth women and martian, could always be fine tuned later since all martians believed the body was just clothing for the mind.<br><br>So an all too familiar heat might be felt by Richard as M'gann's hips naturally melded against his own as her own hands found their way back to their original places, except her hand on his neck slowly went down to the middle of his back while the other went lower, pushing him closer still to her.&nbsp; She wanted to feel every muscle, every scar, every plane of his body against hers, but she remembered herself just as Dick pulled away.&nbsp; Meeting his gaze, her amber eyes dark with desire and need, but still clear enough to understand what he was asking, the martian's cheeks turned darker yet as she realized what had about happened then and there, right in his study.&nbsp; Someone could have walked in, and while Alfred probably would have just rolled his eyes and left them to it, she didn't want her first time to be on Richard's desk, so to speak.<br><br>It was his desire to keep things at her pace that made what M'gann said next possible.&nbsp; <strong>"I...didn't know what I wanted, what might happen when you called me earlier.&nbsp; I think a part of me had hoped for something else entirely, given what I've been doing, but this was not what I would have dreamed of in a million years."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled and brought his free hand up so that it was just at the level of her chin, relaxing into the hand on her side.&nbsp; <strong>"I...know we're a bit young to be settling down or anything like that, but...I want to see where this goes, and you're...everything I could have asked for in this.&nbsp; Whether it lasts or not, I just want this moment to last forever, to forget everything else and just...be here, with you."</strong>&nbsp; She finished in a whisper before turning his hand over and putting a less than chaste kiss on his wrist, her eyes never leaving his face.&nbsp; <em>"I want you to make love to me, Richard Grayson."</em>&nbsp; Her first and last telepathic message was immediately followed by M'gann taking his face in her hands and putting her forehead against his, her eyes closed as she sought silent permission to share more than their bodies together, but his thoughts, his desires, all of it, during the entire experience.&nbsp; She wanted him to know just what she was feeling, what he was bringing out in her, and she wanted the same from him, to carry a part of him with her regardless of how this turned out later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 07:47:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br><br>Dick let out a sigh when he heard M’gann tell him that she wanted him to make love to him. Of course she’d called him Richard, the long version of his name that he didn’t know if he’d ever be comfortable with. <br><em>‘You know I prefer Dick.’</em> He responded with a teasing smile ‘And so will you if do my job right’and with that he gave her a small kiss on the neck as a preview of things to come, accompanied by a few thoughts of what Dick imagined M’gann might look like with her face flushed with pleasure.<br><br><em>‘I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to talking like this’ </em>Dick thought with a small smile. Of course he was teasing her, he’d been used to it ever since their days of working together as teenagers. But it was still strange to be using a language that he wasn’t versed in. Dick could speak in spanish, converse in Chinese, ramble on in Russian, but he was a rank amueter when it came to speaking with his thoughts when compared to m’gann. She made her thoughts sound musical, gave them color and form. Through practise Dick had gotten better at it, able to send pictures and noises along the telepathic link. And he’d even gotten good at faking his thoughts to hide something from her. That didn’t stop him from feeling like he was a 7 year old trying to talk with an english professor.<br><br>But, if the language of thoughts was one that he’d never catch up to her in, he was a master of the language of actions. He’d been trained as a master of that language since even before Bruce had taken him under his wing, his parents being the first to show him how exactly he could affect people with just a pierret or a jump at the the right time. His grip on her form tightened for a flash as he held her against him, picking her up as though she weighed next to nothing and spinning her in the air. Dick whisked M’gann off her feet, cradling her in his arms like some parody of a groom and his bride. Even though Dick knew he’d likely never get to actually carry his bride through the threshold, he enjoyed the motion of it and what it represented. For that singular moment in time, she was his and he was hers.<br><br>He nearly bounded up the stairs, carrying her in his arms, but managed, somehow, to contain himself and walk the stairs from the study towards his room at a more leisurely pace. It was nice, feeling the heat and affection radiating from the woman in his arms. It had been too long for Dick Grayson since he’d gone the more tender route; while he did enjoy the primal, the animalistic, it was refreshing to take his time and savour the small moments. Finally, after what felt like far too long a time for the perpetually moving Wayne, they reached the top of the steps and Dick was standing in front of the door to his room. A door that he remembered closing, but was now open just enough so that he could walk through while carrying M’gann.<br><br><em>‘Oh Alfred, always looking out for me’</em> Dick thought as his gaze fell upon a few condoms that been surreptitiously left behind on the nightstand. He would offer to raise Alfred’s salary, but the butler already was able to name his own price. <br><br>He placed M’gann down on the bed, his lips finding hers again as his hands started to explore her body; one hand running along the subtle curves of her upper body, the other running along her leg and gently caressing her thigh.<br><em>‘Last chance to tell me to stop’ </em>Of course he’d stop if she asked, but he did want one last to ask and make sure that she did want this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 08:26:58</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:36<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>Despite his uncertainty about her using his full name, M'gann didn't get a chance to apologize for the slight slip up on her part.&nbsp; Instead a pleasant tingle shot down her spine when his lips found her neck, and per his usual, he had turned up the charm as well as giving her a pretty clear picture of how he imagined the night would end.&nbsp; It was about what she had wanted herself, only it was the reverse for her, his mouth opened in a silent scream of bliss before they fell asleep, tangled in the other's warm, comforting embrace.&nbsp; Perhaps she'd been hitting the sappy love stories and books too much lately, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing in her opinion, only that she didn't plan to back down from this now that the dam had broke between them at last.<br><br>The playful teasing comment brought another, lighter smile to M'gann's lips, knowing the truth without needing to see his thoughts on the matter.&nbsp; She cheated when it came to speaking foreign languages.&nbsp; Her telepathy allowed her to automatically translate almost any language she came across by acting as a medium of sorts between different people, different species more times than not.&nbsp; She didn't even have to make a conscious effort once a link was established.&nbsp; But there was one language even she didn't understand, but she was getting a first hand lesson in it when she let out a little gasp and put her hands around the back of Richard's neck when he picked her up in his arms bridal style if she knew the correct term.&nbsp; The light in her amber eyes couldn't have said it better as she was soon resting her head against his shoulder, fully trusting him, without fear or reservations of any kind.&nbsp; She knew him, she trusted him, she was beginning to truly love him if the warm, butterflies in her chest feeling was anything to go by.&nbsp; Again she knew it was too soon to really call it love, but at that moment she didn't care, not after they had bared their souls to each other, not after admitting how they felt.<br><br>M'gann giggled softly when her eyes fell on the condoms about the same time, having a fairly good idea who had left them behind.&nbsp; Alfred.&nbsp; Always the caring, compassionate father figure.&nbsp; But she didn't mind in the slightest, it just meant he was looking out for them both in his own way.&nbsp; Not that she could get pregnant if she didn't want to, yet another benefit of being able to shapeshift at the cellular level, but the thought was what mattered.&nbsp; Again though, her thoughts were derailed when she felt the soft sheets underneath her right about Dick kissed her again.&nbsp; Had they gotten to the bedroom so quickly?&nbsp; She couldn't honestly say how much time had passed, only that one moment they'd been downstairs, and now they were here.<br><br>She smiled and nodded when he asked if she really wanted to keep going.&nbsp; Her answer was simple and to the point if he didn't believe her mere nod as a slit appeared in the front of her costume, revealing more of her green skin than she'd ever shown him, at least on purpose.&nbsp; The soft swell of her breasts, the flat of her stomach as well as a hint of what lay beneath her black seamless 'pants' as they too split open, thus making any undressing that was to follow that much easier.&nbsp; Like her shapeshifting, her bio clothes were subject to her mind, so there was no mistaking her answer for something else as she sat up and pressed her lips against his before her tongue sought entry into his mouth, her hands on his shirt before she hooked her fingers into the bottom, wanting to see more of him.&nbsp; Wanting to see all of him really.&nbsp; The time for words, spoken aloud or otherwise, was over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 20:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:35<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>Dick Grayson occasionally had moments of awe, when he saw things that he knew few other living humans would ever see in their lives. The first time he’d seen Bruce as Batman, the full batman with the voice and the cape, striking terror into the hearts of his enemies. The first time&nbsp; he stepped out as Nightwing, leaping off the roof of a building with only the hope that his grappling line would hold, terrified out of his mind but still appreciative enough to see the gorgeous view. Every time he was able to tag along with the Justice League, to see them all in their resplendent glory working as an unstoppable unit. And now, he had one more awe inspiring sight.&nbsp; What he could see of M’gann’s naked form was glorious, as perfect as if it had been carved. He knew, somehow deep in the logical side of his brain, that she was a shapeshifter, she could look as flawless as she wanted. But in the moment, that didn’t matter at all to Dick; All that mattered was that one of his closest, oldest friends was laying half clothed on his bed and she looked just as gorgeous as he could have possibly imagined<br><br>He returned her kiss, enjoying the simple act that just a few hours ago seemed like it could never have happened, when he felt her hands grabbing at the bottom of his shirt. Dick broke the kiss for a moment to acquiesce to her unspoken request, throwing off his shirt without a second thought to show off a body that he could be truly proud of. There was a reason he’d been voted Gotham’s most eligible bachelor every year since he’d gone back home, and his personal wealth was only a small portion of that. Strong broad shoulders that tapered down his down to end in a slender waist, abs that would put a six pack to shame, and muscles that subtly spoke of constrained power while not being obvious. Dick had been training for a very long time and while vanity hadn’t been the reason that he pushed himself so hard, it was a lovely side effect. <br><br>And to complete the look, Dick undid his pants in record time; getting the belt off and thrown across the room with one fluid motion before stepping out of his pants liked he’d practices it a thousand times before. Within the span of less than a second, he was clad in only the black briefs that were hiding the true treasure of Dick Grayson; more than a few woman had said their wish when they died was to be reincarnated as&nbsp; a pair of his underwear.&nbsp; He thought for a moment about tacking them and throwing them across the room into the growing pile of clothes, but decided against it. He wanted M’gann to be the one to take them off, for her to see it first hand. Dick still had to say a silent pray though that he had been barefoot. Even he still hadn’t found a way to make taking socks off anything less that ridiculous.<br><br>The newly nearly nude Dick Grayson practically leapt back into his bed, eager to return to the build up of what was to come. His mouth found hers in an instant, pressing his lisp against hers before gently opening her mouth and exploring it with his tongue. One of his hands slipped under the newly created seam in her clothing and began to caress her breasts, gently teasing and fondling the sensitive flesh. His other hand ran through her hair, holding their heads close together as they kissed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 21:05:24</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:56<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>Despite public assumptions to the contrary, M'gann hadn't tried for some impossible form of perfection when she'd taken on a human shape.&nbsp; She'd simply based her appearance on a character from an old show she had loved as a much younger martian and had made subtle changes as she grew up to match.&nbsp; It was largely automatic at this point, making subtle alterations where she desired them, but her base appearance was still something a few of her girl friends had been envious about, both that knew she was an alien and those that didn't.&nbsp; Again, as surprising as it might have been for some to realize, she had friends that weren't privy to her true nature, let alone that she was a superhero.<br><br>But her beauty was dependent on her own self image and confidence, since her mind was her greatest asset, it also had an unconscious effect on the rest of her powers.&nbsp; So the rare bouts of depression or rage could twist her body accordingly, make her appear bestial or downright saggy depending on her mood.&nbsp; But at that particular moment, M'gann couldn't have been happier, and it showed in the soft curves of her body and the way her green skin practically glowed, soft and perfectly flawless in every way.&nbsp; Although, the view in front of her certainly helped as Dick helped her get his shirt off before she watched him slip out of all but his boxers.&nbsp; She licked her lips, unaware of the action, as her eyes drank up the handsome man before her as if she was dying of thirst.&nbsp; This was all hers to enjoy, and she planned to do quite a bit of that as their lips met again.<br><br>Running her hands lightly across his chest, both because she wanted to remember every finite detail and because even in the darkened room, she could make out the bruises from his fight with Deathstroke, M'gann at first didn't see where one of his hands were going until she felt it on her breast.&nbsp; A shuddering moan passed from her lips and against his tongue, but she didn't stop him.&nbsp; If anything she pushed her chest forward, wanting him to explore just as much as she was as one hand once again entangled itself in his hair while the other lingered on his chest.&nbsp; Her dark green nipple hardened almost immediately under his hand, which was partially concealed by her 'top', such as the term applied, and she breathed out his name in a soft whisper before she gently pushed him away.&nbsp; She didn't plan to keep her distance though, she just wanted room to slip out of her clothes.<br><br>Smiling shyly since Dick was still one of her most valued and oldest friends, M'gann took a moment to gather herself since there was no turning back from this once they crossed this line.&nbsp; They'd be more than friends after this, and while she wasn't having second thoughts, she just wanted to etch this transition deep into her memories, to always remember when they had decided to make the jump.&nbsp; It only took a few seconds, but for her, it might as well have been a few hours as she moved again by gently pushing Dick onto his back before sitting up by his side.&nbsp; Sliding her shirt down her arms, she let it fly off the bed with a wave of her hand before her pants shrunk until they resembled a pair of boy shorts before those two split up the middle fully, allowing her to simply unwrap them from around her waist, baring herself completely for the first time...for anyone.&nbsp; Sharing a shower with the other female heroes back in the day didn't count, not by a long shot.&nbsp; Nine times out of ten they'd been too tired or had somewhere else to be to enjoy the view, herself included after a mission together.<br><br>This was far more intimate as she wrapped her arms over her chest and blushed as she looked away slightly, not in shame or embarrassment, she was just...getting used to the idea of it all.&nbsp; Her familiarity with the average human female form helped though, as did the fact Dick was and had always been a gentleman even when he was making her blush.&nbsp; Slowly letting her arms fall to her sides, M'gann's shy smile never faltered as she swung one leg over his waist and straddled him, the only thing between them being his boxers, which did little to insulate him from the heat gathering between her legs as she slowly leaned down for another kiss, her amber eyes darker than ever with need.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>21-11-2015, 08:24:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:56<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>Dick couldn’t help but grin when he saw M’gann licking her lips while gazing longingly at him. No matter how many times he saw someone praising his body with their eyes, he always felt the same swell of pride. He’d stood alongside gods before, literal gods, and had become convinced that he was hideously ugly, so it was always nice to get reminded that, on Earth, among Humans, he was considered a real catch. And even M’gann, who wasn’t an actual human, seemed more than satisfied with the way he looked. He worked hard for it, countless hours every day to keep him in physical shape, but seeing that look in M’gann’s eyes as she drank in his body and the unciosus lickign of her lips, it made it all worth it. <br><br>Small winces of pain mixed with pleasure escaped Dick’s lips when M’gann ran her hands along his chest; Good as it did feel, and it did feel very good, the bruised and battered flesh still stung feeling the pressure of her hands against it. Maybe it was for the best that they were going at a slower, more leisurely pace than Dick’s usual escapades; if they’d gone full force, Dick might have ended up with yet more bruises and broken things. And besides, if he was going faster or harder, he might not have felt M’gann’s moans of pleasure through their kiss as his hands found her ample chest.<br><br>And then M’gann pushed him onto his back, not that he would complain, and began to slowly strip off her garments. Well, strip might not have been the best word. It was more like her clothes just fell of her body, leaving the perfect emerald form he’d been lusting after and wondering about ever since he’d first laid eyes on her. All those years back, when Bruce had J’onn over to the cave for help on a mission. The Martian had brought his niece along, and Dick had been smitten. And now, here he was, so many years later, with her naked form straddling his barely clothed form, just moments away from completing so many teenaged fantasies. Even the bashful way that she tried to hide herself from him, as if he wasn’t go to see her full glory in a few seconds anyways, was so perfectly M’gann.<br><br>His previous idea of M’gann as a virginal martian princess quickly went flying out the window when she straddled his hips, his steadily hardening firmness nestled almost exactly along her pussy. She had to know what this was doing to him, she had to. Every second his erection grew and grew, constrained only by the barest fabric, until it was almost painful. And her lips against his, her soft body pressed against his own hard form, were doing him no favours in that department. Eventually Dick had to break the kiss in order to get some small form of relief. And besides, as always, Grayson had a plan. <br><br>His hands took hold of her thighs, lifting her up and off of him for a brief moment, before he moved her into a better position; Her thighs were on either side of his face and his mouth was resting almost directly on her pussy. And since her already glistening folds were there, Dick took a few testing licks, surprised to find that they were much sweeter than he intended. Most of the women he’d been with had a tang to their taste, but M’gann was much different; It was more like a fruit, a definite sugar balancing the earth tones of her body. <br><br><em>‘Reach back. Take out my cock.’</em> He mentally commanded M’gann, finally breaking the silence they’d set up, as he continued to devour her pussy, lapping up any juices he could find. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-11-2015, 09:07:13</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:57<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>Just because she could become virtually anyone she wanted, didn't mean she didn't have an appreciation for beauty.&nbsp; And M'gann was considered a, biologically speaking at least, a normal young adult, a state she'd linger in for at least a few decades at the very least.&nbsp; Basically, she was your average human woman who was just discovering the joys of sex, and while she was nervous and shy about it all, she couldn't help but be excited by it at the same time.&nbsp; So was it any surprise she found Dick attractive and she wanted him inside her until they were both exhausted, covered in a sheen of sweat, smelling of sex?&nbsp; Not. At. All.<br><br>Still, her desire was pulled back a little when her gentle caresses across his magnificent chest and abs caused him pain, and she whispered the equivalent of a telepathic apology for the discomfort, her face falling a little at the same time.&nbsp; But when he kept on going without stopping or telling her to ease up, despite the fact she wasn't being rough anyway, not that she was ready for that just yet, M'gann didn't let her momentary guilt cripple her resolve to keep going.&nbsp; Besides, unless Richard started screaming in agony, it was very unlikely she'd be able to stop now anyway.<br><br>As for her virginal status, that was indeed true, but that didn't mean she was oblivious to sex or how it all worked, she just didn't have any personal experience was all.&nbsp; So yes she wasn't entirely aware of what she'd started by sitting on Dick's lap, but his arousal quickly clued her in as she bit back a gasp when she felt his cock pressing against her nether lips.&nbsp; So lost in the feel of his hard chest against her much softer, but still muscular frame, against her breasts which were creating some delicious friction between them, she again was slow to realize she was about to be moved until she felt his hands on her thighs.&nbsp; She sat up but didn't fight him as Richard positioned her over his face, leaving a glistening trail from her already soaked, hairless pussy across his chest, a damp spot having formed on the front of his boxers where she'd been sitting not two seconds ago.<br><br>That first, exploratory lick across her sex drew out a shuddering, quiet moan from M'gann's lips, her nerves singing as the heat in her loins increased accordingly.&nbsp; Reading about the subject, even the hesitant self exploration she'd done before now was nothing compared to what was happening beneath her as she quivered, almost toppling over if not for her reaching for the headboard of the bed in front of her.&nbsp; It was amazing though, what he was doing with his tongue alone, but his request brought her back to some level of awareness, of realizing she'd been negligent in his own pleasure.&nbsp; Still, it took her a moment longer to get used to the very alien, even for her, sensations racing up her spine and spreading out from there for the martian to get her right hand to cooperate.<br><br>Even with the pleasure of his tongue distracting her, M'gann shifted her entire body so that she was no longer facing the wall without having to change positions at all.&nbsp; Now, with her ass just shy of his face and her pussy having simply flipped accordingly, but still within the same distance away as it'd been before, she was facing his lower half.&nbsp; She wanted to see what she was working with, not simply reach behind her and grab hold.&nbsp; With that in mind, M'gann slipped her hand into his boxers and gingerly wrapped her delicate fingers around his girth, slipping his underwear down his legs with her mind, although with the...distraction of his tongue, she was lacking her usual grace and precision with her telekinesis.&nbsp; Still, after a few seconds of decidedly jerky movements of his boxers sliding down his legs before they too were casually discarded with the rest of his clothing, M'gann had her first look at what her hand was lightly wrapped around.&nbsp; And it was mouth watering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 04:52:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 00:56<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>The shudder that passed through M’gann’s body put a smile on Dick’s face. He’d knonw that she was inexperienced when it came to this sort of things, viewed as something of the innocent princess who needed protection, and that he was viewed as something of a slut among the heroes of the world because he flirted with just about everyone and made no qualms about his love of sex. Back when they’d worked together with the club M’gann had even chastised him for flirting with every pretty girl they came across. So it was gratifying to see her enjoying the results of his prior experiences, nearly collapsing even after a few teasing exploratory licks. <br><br><em>‘If you think that was good...’</em> Dick couldn’t help but tease his new partner, letting her imagination run wild. Especially because he knew exactly how fun M’gann’s imagination would run with a simple phrase like that. And it also pushed him to do even better, to live up to the confident boast he made. <br><br>He began to plant his lips along her inner thighs, getting closer and closer each time, but each time his lips would have brushed against her lower lips, he would pull away and kiss down her other thigh, repeating the process ad infinitum, until finally he relented and moved back to her gorgeous vagina. first it was only a few kisses, giving it some attention, but soon Dick found himself wanting too much. His tongue pushed its way into her pussy, exploring it and feeling every inch as though he was trying to map it based solely on what his tongue could tell him. <br><br>And then suddenly her entire body shifted, suddenly facing the other way then had been a second before. He knew that he should have been terrified, concerned at all the possible implications for she could do if her shapeshifting was that powerful, but he was honestly just enjoying her too much to care. Her asshole was just an inch from his nose, and Dick found that he couldn’t have been happier. Even with his trained senses, he couldn’t smell anything over the incredibly pleasing aroma of her vagina. A more sober and focused&nbsp; Grayson might have pondered the fact that martian biology might have made the asshole obsolete, resulting in why it seemed to have no odor. Or perhaps, as a shapeshifter, her body was naturally kept free of the pesky bacteria responsible for the odor. But Dick Grayson was focused on only one thing; enjoying the night as much as he could.&nbsp; <br><br>As he continued to feast on M’gann’s delicious pussy, one of his hands let go of her hips and instead rested on her stomach, gently pressing against it. The thumb began to lightly run along her the top of her lips, gently teasing her clit out of its hiding place. Just as he was about to really start enjoying himself and teasing her clit until her body couldn’t take any more, Dick relented as he felt the wonderful sensation of pressure leaving his formerly constrained erection. Suddenly it was surrounded by the cool air, and not held in by the fabric of his underwear and he had only his new green lover to thank. <br><br>Thanks to their telepathic connection, Dick could tell exactly how happy M’gann was when his full length finally came into her view. Though, even without that, he probably could have told it from the way her pussy responded, practically dripping seconds after it came into view. Not that he could blame her for her excitement. Not only was it almost certainly her first experience with an erect penis, but he’d been told that he had an especially nice one. A hair over eight inches long, what others had called a ‘satisfying’ girth, and just a hint of an upward curve. A fitting member for someone that went by ‘Dick’. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 05:37:59</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 01:03<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>While she had chastised him for constantly flirting with everyone who had a pulse and a pair of breasts, M'gann wouldn't have known Dick any other way.&nbsp; It was just who he was, and she wouldn't have changed him in the slightest, although it was definitely in her power to do so.&nbsp; But the mere thought of manipulating one of her friends, even now, was an appalling idea.&nbsp; It was just part of his charm, and knowing what she knew now, it came as little surprise that he had always had a silver tongue to go with his ego.&nbsp; The irony wasn't lost on her now though as another shiver swept through her as Dick continued to feast on her thighs and the folds of her pussy, making her quite literally weak in the knees.&nbsp; It was all she could do to stay upright as she groaned and rolled her hips back and forth, wanting more and more and unable to vocalize her need in any capacity save to moan his name every so often.<br><br>So hearing his thought in her head only added fuel to her already hot, needy body, and gave her very literally powerful mind more ammunition than it needed as she imagined just what they'd likely end up doing before this was over.&nbsp; Although his tinge of curiosity and casual observation about why her asshole didn't smell registered, she was too far gone in the moment to care as her right hand gently cupped his cock while her other went lower, to the heavy sac just beneath the base.&nbsp; The few...films she'd watched before during her timid self exploration hadn't exactly been appropriate viewing material perhaps, but they'd been strangely informative as the actors on screen demonstrated a number of...techniques for pleasing both men and women before giving a...call it a practical demonstration.&nbsp; The moans and gasps had seemed a bit overdone at the time, but M'gann wasn't entirely sure now.<br><br>Whatever the case, she gently massaged and fondled both Dick's...dick and his balls at the same time, whimpering as his tongue drove deep into her folds about the same time one of his hands went around to her stomach before pleasantly molesting her clit, or the martian equivalent at least.&nbsp; While her hands were a bit more clumsy and inexperienced with the whole thing she was attempting, she more than made up for enthusiasm at least, enjoying the way his shaft throbbed and gave off a heat of its own as if it were almost its own lifeform or separate creature, although the simple fact it was very much attached to the rest of the hero underneath her blew that idea out of the water.&nbsp; Still, that did little to deter M'gann from exploring every inch of him as her thumb rubbed along the tip, circling it softly, the skin of her hands giving off the impression to Dick she had silk between her fingers than actual flesh.<br><br>Leaning forward, spurred on by his own actions with his mouth so far, M'gann blew hot air across his groan before flicking her tongue across the little slit, moaning when his pre touched her wet, warm tongue.&nbsp; Letting her hand slide down to the base to keep him steady, she sucked tenderly upon his tip, the occasional moan sending vibrations through her mouth to filter down his length as she continued to suck on him, her other hand continuing their rolling and gentle squeezing of his testicles.&nbsp; Having had enough, she went down a little more, further still before pulling back to lick the tip before going down again.&nbsp; She was as much getting used to having him in her mouth as she was enjoying the taste of his cock, just as he was enjoying her in his own way.&nbsp; His pre cum was salty, almost tangy even, and she wanted more.&nbsp; Whether he stopped her before she could make him pop was up for debate, for both of them, but for the moment each time she went down, she took a little more of his shaft into her mouth and eventually down her throat, until her gag reflex kicked in.&nbsp; Even then she managed a good four, five inches, but it was as far as she could go, for the moment without further practice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 06:36:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 1:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>Dick could only groan into her pussy when M’gann started to experimentally stroke his manhood. M’gann might not have been as experienced as Dick, but she was an incredibly fast learner and eager as anyone he’d ever seen. All of the little shivers of her body, all the little whimpers and moans that she barely contained, they just served to make Dick enjoy himself even more. The way her breath seemed to hold for just a moment as she felt the heat in her grasp, the eager grasp she held on it as she stroked it, the way her hands seemed to explore every inch of him. <br><br>This wasn’t some act of pity, some alcohol and depression fueled mistake that they would regret come morning, it was the start of something. Of what exactly he didn’t know, Dick hadn’t been in anything resembling a relationship since high school, but he knew that if there was any person he wanted to try it with, it would be M’gann. He wasn’t sure anyone else could accept both aspects of him, Dick Grayson and Nightwing, but she had known them both well in their years together.<br><br>And then she ran her tongue along his head, letting out a small moan&nbsp; at the taste of his precum, and Dick lost most of his capabilities for conscious thought. He pulled away from his oral adventures for a moment to let out a low groan as she took him in her mouth, letting the fantastic sensation of her mouth wrapped around his length wash over him. Eventually he went back her pussy, with an even more enthusiasm that he’d had before, lapping at her pussy as though he was a dog dying of thirst, using his fingers to trace patterns around her clit, getting ever closer without ever actually touching the small bundle of nerves. <br><br>He was so caught up in giving M’gann as much of a pleasurable experience as he could, and in how good she was able to make him feel with just her mouth and a few strokes of her hands, that he almost missed the pressure building up inside of him. He was getting close, and closer every second. <br><br><em>‘M’gann, I’m close!’</em> He didn’t know what exactly she would do with that information, but he knew that she deserved at least a little forewarning. The build up was intense, each tick of the clock escalating it, making his already hard erection swell almost to the point of painfulness. And then, in a split second, all of the tension was gone. All he could feel was the blinding sensation of pleasure that washed over him as his load rocketed out of him.<br><br>After a few seconds of reagaing his breath, Dick returned to M’gann’s pussy, determined to make her feel as good as she’d managed to make him feel. <br><br>Once the pair finally collapsed in a heap, Dick reached down and took hold of M’gann, pulling her up so that their faces were next to each other, most of her body draped across his rising and falling chest. He planted a small kiss on her forehead, and wrapped his arms around her. They weren’t finished, not by a long shot if had anything to say about it, but it nice to enjoy a small moment of tranquility before the activities recommenced.&nbsp; <br><br><em>‘Well, we have a few minutes before I can go again. Anything you wanna talk about?’</em> he asked, giving himself a few testing strokes to see just how long it would take before they could continue.<br><em>‘Any regrets so far?’</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 07:38:47</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 01:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>If M'gann had been capable of coherent thought, outside of her need to give and receive the incredible sensations racking them both, the martian would have wholeheartedly agreed with Dick's thoughts about what they were doing.&nbsp; She'd had friends,close friends with most of her fellow heroes and even a few civvies, but nothing she'd have called a serious relationship.&nbsp; Part of that was because until a couple years ago, even without Darkseid appearing, she'd been theoretically too young by martian standards to 'date', such as the term applied.&nbsp; That and she just hadn't really seem anyone outside of Richard, Wally, and possibly Conner if he'd have appeared sooner as more than friends, but Wally had moved out to Coast City, and Conner was...Conner.&nbsp; As such, that left Richard, who until recently, she'd seen as nothing more than a really good and treasured friend, and her own social awkwardness had prevented her from moving past that stage until that night.<br><br>Did she regret this then?&nbsp; Not in the slightest.&nbsp; Having finally worked up the courage to finally see Richard in a new light, helped by their mutual admissions of trauma, and admittedly a little liquid courage on her part at least, this felt right to her.&nbsp; It felt natural, and yes, while they probably should have waited to jump into bed together due to their mutual injuries, M'gann was hardly aware of anything but the feel of Richard's wonderful tongue still probing her wet depths with increased fervor, as well as his shaft in her mouth.&nbsp; Giving his balls a little more of a squeeze, M'gann hissed and tried to push herself against the fingers circling her clit while at the same time driving herself back to take in more of Dick's tongue.&nbsp; Stuck between the two agonizingly pleasurable sensations, she almost lost what control she had left when she heard the magic words in her head right behind the feeling of his body tensing beneath her.<br><br><em>"It-it's alright.&nbsp; I want it."</em>&nbsp; She managed to say, making it clear she intended to swallow every drop he had to give, half tempted to see if the poking at his prostate would indeed make his orgasm that much more intense as she continued to suck him off.&nbsp; But M'gann held off on that, this time, but she filed it away for a future time as the first wave of his cum came boiling out of his throbbing shaft.&nbsp; Moaning loudly, even muffled as she was, M'gann did her best to suck down as much of his warm, sticky seed as she could, but her inexperience caught up with her and she was forced to pull back lest she gag on what was already in her mouth.&nbsp; Still, that didn't stop her from stroking out as much of the leftovers onto her breasts, her amber eyes alight as she swallowed the remaining spunk at the same time.<br><br>She had only just let go of him once she was sure that she wouldn't be able to get anymore at the moment when a sharp gasp escaped her upon Dick redoubling his efforts on her.&nbsp; His fingers against her clit was what finally did it as M'gann's back arched and she threw her head back, a silent scream of ecstasy forcing her mouth open in an amazed, dizzy expression as wave after wave of bliss ricocheted through her nervous system.&nbsp; Her already soaked folds would give out a brief stream of her juices upon Dick's tongue before M'gann fell forward, her entire body feeling like jello and pleasantly numb.&nbsp; So much so that she offered no resistance whatsoever when Dick pulled her against his side, although resistance was definitely the last thing on her mind.<br><br>Once her world had finally stopped spinning, she offered Richard a contented, languid smile as she returned the kiss, except she lingered on his lips, wanting to share the taste of him still on her tongue while curious to know what she tasted like on his, if he allowed it of course.&nbsp; Either way, M'gann tenderly brushed her fingers through Richard's hair, and shook her head at his question about having regrets.&nbsp; Well, that wasn't completely accurate actually.&nbsp; <strong>"My only regret is that we didn't do this sooner."</strong>&nbsp; She whispered back, a little surprised that she was able to form a coherent sentence at all after that climax before a playful smile started to form on her lips.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm up for more if that was just the beginning.&nbsp; I'm...curious about one thing though.&nbsp; Is it always that...intense?"</strong>&nbsp; She wasn't complaining in the slightest, but M'gann was genuinely curious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>25-11-2015, 03:54:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 1:15<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>When she’d told that it was alright, and that she wanted it all, Dick wanted to let out a shout of victory as though he’d won some grand prize. Miss Martian, the girl who had always thought of his flirtations and jokes as juvenile, was trying to swallow down his cum as though it was water. Though feeling her struggle to take all of his load, he wanted to stop her, to let her know that she didn’t have to do it. But he was too caught up in the pleasure to actually stop and form that thought. Not that she seemed to mind; he could only sense pleasure flooding through her system as his seed landed on her chest. Though, that might have had something to do with the tongue he was using to enjoy her delicious pussy. And as he’d felt the building pressure, resulting in an explosive display, so too did M’gann show off exactly how much she’d enjoyed herself.&nbsp; <br><br>It had been awhile since he’d been with a girl who squirted. Not that he minded, but he hadn’t expected the normally controlled M’gann to let out such an uncontrolled display. Then again, M’gann had been surprising him all day; it wasn’t every day that a martian metahuman went to a mob bar in Gotham. Sometimes the unexpected was a good thing though. Seeing her in Mooney’s earlier had been one of the few bright spots of his day, and feeling her juices spray out of her pussy before she collapsed on top of him had given him a much needed boost to his ego.<br><br>Once the two were back in each other’s arms, and M’gann was pressing her lips against his, Dick returned the kiss without a second’s hesitation, eager to let her know exactly why he’d enjoyed her taste and not particularly caring about his own. He was surprised though to notice that he didn’t hate the taste of himself. If anything, it was like one of the protein shakes he would give himself in the morning; some salt, a little tang, and an overwhelming taste of protein. A taste he’d actually grown to like over the years and years of taking them like clockwork. With a slight hint of hesitation, he leaned his head to her chest and began to slowly lick what had splattered and slipped from her mouth. Once he was satisfied that he’d swallowed up every bit of his cum, he planted a kiss on each of her breasts, and returned to kiss her lips once more.<br><br>“Well, I hope we can make up for lost time.” Dick said with a wide smile, already planning exactly what he could do next with M’gann. All he had to do was wait a few more minutes until his namesake was ready for action again, and he’d set out making her cry out again. <br><br>“Crap, can you close the door?” He let out a small annoyed groan, frustrated with himself that he’d forgotten to close it behind him when they’d come in.<br>”Well, I don’t think Alfred or Steph saw us. So that’s good”<br><br>"Well, normally, the intense part comes later and that's just the build up. So if that was the intense part, I have no idea how we step up from that." Dick couldn't help but let out a sigh though. Most girl he’d known, they’d pass out after cumming that hard. But no, M’gann was already ready for another round. She’d picked that up from Artemis, he was sure of it, but on M’gann it was endearing. Not that Artemis was unappealing, she and Dick had certainly has a few entertaining moments in the past, and he wouldn’t be at all opposed to have more of those entertaining moments, but she was fun in short bursts. Trying to be in a relationship with her sounded like his own personal version of hell, someone who trained just as hard as he did and had to turn everything into a competition. <br><br>It was at that moment Dick Grayson was reminded of two important things. M’gann and Artemis had been best friends for a long time. And M’gann could read his thoughts. <br><br><em>‘Shit. You probably sensed all of that, didn’t you?’</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-11-2015, 04:56:06</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 01:20<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>Her reason for being at Mooney's might have been born both as a means to pick up anything new about the local criminals, and to clear her head from a previous solo patrol, but M'gann had enjoyed the unexpected reunion with most of the old gang.&nbsp; And while some of their old friends had been missing, Zatanna, Artemis, and a few others, it had still done the martian a galaxy if good to see Wally again, only for them and more of the team to pop up at the bank later that same night.&nbsp; And now here she was, enjoying the after glow of her first truly powerful orgasms at the hands, or rather mouth, of one of her oldest friends.&nbsp; If someone had told her this was how her night would go, M'gann would have probably just shook her head and said they were just friends.&nbsp; That would have even been true, but a lot had happened that day, the least of which had been her ill fated run in with Ivy which had resulted in M'gann needing to be rescued and injected with some kind of strange antidote by White Canary.&nbsp; Needless to say, facing such a humiliating defeat and death yet again had helped bring her into Dick's arms, and incidentally his bed, and she couldn't have been happier about it.<br><br>After breaking off the kiss, M'gann cooed softly when Dick proceeded to run his tongue across her chest, lapping up the spilled seed she'd willingly fall on her emerald skin.&nbsp; She only smiled and let him, her body still tingling as he cleaned up after himself.&nbsp; Not that she could blame him, he'd tasted better than she had expected honestly.&nbsp; It seemed all those protein shakes had done wonders for more than his sexy six pack.&nbsp; As for her own taste, M'gann had been a little surprised that she'd tasted downright sweet compared to her human lover, but like him, she didn't mind at all as she flicked her tongue over his cheek, catching a few stray drops of her feminine juices that were still present on his handsome face.&nbsp; The next kiss he gave her after cleaning up her breasts was a nice distraction, and M'gann giggled and blushed when she felt the way his mind was already planning their next activity.<br><br><strong>"You're incorrigible Dick."</strong>&nbsp; M'gann teased before kissing the tip of his nose, her amber eyes gleaming in the darkened room.&nbsp; Not that she had a lot of room to talk, but that just came back to her martian physiology.&nbsp; She was just naturally stronger than a human being, but Richard came pretty close without any mechanical or synthetic aid.&nbsp; Closer than he likely realized, but such was a pleasant side effect from all of the intense training he'd willingly undergone to get to where he was.&nbsp; When he made his request regarding the door, M'gann let out a gasp, but a quick telepathic scan of the immediate area revealed that, other than Alfred, the giant manor was pretty empty, and the butler, already no doubt aware of what they were up to, had picked a spot on the other side of the large estate to settle down for the night.&nbsp; Still, she looked towards the door and it swung close with a soft click of the lock following soon afterwards.&nbsp; <strong>"You're lucky I can cheat, because I don't want to leave this bed anytime soon."</strong>&nbsp; She chastised him playfully in retort.<br><br>But then she blushed, again, and hugged Dick closer against her naked body, her right hand cupping the back of his neck while her fingers gently squeezed and massaged the muscles there.&nbsp; <strong>"It was intense for me..given my lack of experience in..this particular..activity."</strong>&nbsp; She replied carefully, reverting back to her shy nature to some extent, but she didn't stay there as her face brightened just as quickly a moment later.&nbsp; <strong>"But I'm glad we did this, and I sincerely hope we can do this again, soon."</strong>&nbsp; She stated further, a soft, warm smile pulling at her lips before she let out a laugh at where Dick's mind had gone.&nbsp; Artemis was indeed as competitive as she was fiercely loyal, so it was no surprise to her that Dick was not thrilled by the idea of trying to commit to anything with the blonde archer.&nbsp; And if he was worried about her being jealous, admittedly a feeling she wasn't unfamiliar with, at that point in time, under the influence of her first mutually shared climax, M'gann could only smirk knowingly in response to his thought.&nbsp; <em>"I did, but I'm not surprised you and Artemis got together.&nbsp; That and she...told me, I just never said anything since it was between you and her.&nbsp; She only told me to make me blush, and I think to brag, but what she'd never admit is that she honestly enjoyed what you two did together.&nbsp; That you trusted her enough to let her get that close."</em><br><br>M'gann knew she'd probably said way too much, but a small part of her considered it payback for all the times Artemis had teased her to the point most of her blood had gone to her cheeks.&nbsp; That and the rest of her felt that Dick <em>needed</em> to know that he had made the archer, someone the martian considered her Earth sister, a feeling that went both ways, truly happy, even if it had been brief and to the point with her.&nbsp; Artemis hadn't had a lot of chances to feel anything without her hard outer shell getting in the way, so for her to let anyone that close, even if it was to end up falling into bed with them later, was big for her.&nbsp; Whatever her thoughts on the matter, M'gann brought Dick's hand up to her lips and kissed the back of it tenderly.&nbsp; <strong>"So thank you, for being there for her, even if she'll never say it herself.&nbsp; And thank you for being there for me, especially now."</strong>&nbsp; Letting that sink in for a few seconds, M'gann rested her forehead against his own, her eyes closed and her face locked in a peaceful, if still slightly aroused expression as she waited for what came next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>26-11-2015, 06:27:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 1:22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>“You wouldn’t change me for the world.” Dick said with a confident smile when M’gann called him incorrigible. She called him that, or something like that, all the time, but it was different this time. M’gann wasn’t saying it in anger, or frustration, or even quiet acceptance. No, now it was said with something resembling appreciation; she was enjoying the fact that he was incorrigible, that he seemed to never want to stop for long.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh, she told you about us did she?” He was honestly surprised to hear that Artemis had told M’gann about the times they’d had sex. Then again, teasing M’gann had been the unofficial club sport, and Artemis would take any advantage she could get. Describing the rough, competitive sex that she had with Dick would probably do a good job to make the maritan blush redder than a tomato. <br><br>“What did she say? Have I lived up to expectations yet?” he asked, his voice a teasing whisper, before planting a few kisses along her neck. <br><br>Just as he was about to roll over, to start teasing her folds again and slowly work her up to the main event, M’gann said something that make Dick stop and let out a small groan. She said how glad she was that he had been able to be there for Artemis, and how she was glad that he could be there for her too. It reminded him that he needed to talk to her, and that she needed to hear it before they went further.<br><br>It was one part that he hated, when it seemed as though something serious would sprout from the fun that he’d been having and he had to explain a part of himself that he didn’t particularly like. It wasn’t something he talked about, and even at that moment he was holding his thoughts from the martian girl, but Dick had never been able to stay in a normal relationship for years. All thanks to one event.<br><br>He’d been away with the rest of the sidekicks, helping to fight off an honest alien invasion. When he’d gotten back though, everythig was wrong somehow. Jason Todd, his adopted brother, had been acting guilty. His girlfriend seemed to be unable to look him in the face. And because he didn’t want to see the connection, it had taken him much longer than he’d wanted, longer than he would have liked to admit, to put the pieces together. <br><br>A fight broke out between the two boys, and Bruce had to separate them. He gave Dick one of his classic ultimatums, saying that he could either shape up or ship out. He’d heard it a thousand times before, but that time was different. Dick was still too angry at Jason to think straight and so he decided to leave the cave. He packed up his things and moved out to Bludhaven. <br><br>He had been sure to put on a happy face whenever M’gann or anyone would stop by, he’d gotten good at pretending, but the criminals he’d faced in that first year he’d been operating out of Bludhaven, they knew Nightwing as a vicious vigilante. They saw Nightwing as the angry young man who was working through his emotions using the thugs as his therapy. <br><br>The girl he loved, that he’d wanted to marry, and his adopted brother. For awhile it seemed like he would never forgive them. And then, just before Jason Todd had been killed by the Joker, Dick had finally found a way. He stopped thinking of relationships as anything serious; if anyone could cheat on anyone else, well then why pretend in the first place? It was the only way that he could manage to keep himself from hating either of them, to convince himself that relationships were pointless charades. Infidelity only meant something if he believed in it, so DIck cut himself off from the idea entirely.<br><br>It worked most of the time, letting himself get close to people without having to really show who he was and divorcing himself from the idea that anything serious would ever happen. But occasionally it would backfire. Like now, when he had to tell M’gann, who he likely loved if he was being honest with himself, that he probably would never be able to treat her like she deserved.<br><br>“I’m not sure how to say this, but I think it’s important I say it now, before we go any further. Ever since… Well, since I gotham and went to become Nightwing, I haven’t been able to stay in a normal relationship.”&nbsp; He wanted to tell her, he really did. To explain that the girl he’d loved, the girl he’d already started picking out a ring for, had slept with his brother, and he hadn’t been able to handle anything resembling a serious relationship since. But it felt wrong some how. Wrong to dig up those old memories, wrong to speak ill of two people he’d come to love again, wrong to force another story of broken Dick Grayson onto her. So he did as he’d been trained to do, what he’d seen Bruce doing since before he put on the mask; He hide the truth, kept it from his mind so that the Martin couldn’t find his true thoughts unless she wanted to probe his mind. <br><br>“I do care about you M’gann, but I don’t know if I can promise that I’ll be faithful to you. And I know that's not fair of me.”<br>As he spoke, Dick closed his eyes and pulled away ever so slightly. He’d been the victim of enough girl’s slapping him in the face that he knew how to roll with it. And if anyone deserved to slap him in the face, it was the girl who’d he’d bared his soul to, who’d bared her soul and more to him, only to have him say that he couldn’t stay faithful to her because of reason he wouldn’t tell her, thanks to something that had happened years in the past that he somehow hadn’t been able to move past. <br><br>At least they hadn’t had sex yet. That she could still say she saved for someone that deserved her. It was the one thing that kept him from feeling like a complete asshole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-11-2015, 07:16:19</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 01:25<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>M'gann merely smiled, a playful gleam in her eyes when Dick just put her thoughts into words.&nbsp; <strong>"And you didn't even need to read my mind.</strong>"&nbsp; She replied, recalling the many times she'd said that in a far less pleasant tone of voice.&nbsp; This time though, she was as far from exasperated or upset in any form as you could get, because it was just how Dick was.&nbsp; He was a good man with more trauma than anyone had a right to bear, they all had their demons really.&nbsp; In a fair world they wouldn't have had to suffer as they had, but this wasn't a fair world, so they simply did the best they could in their respective ways.&nbsp; It was as simple as that really.&nbsp; So really, who was she to judge how Richard coped with his personal trials?&nbsp; So long as he wasn't hurting himself or those around him, there was nothing to fix as far as M'gann was concerned.<br><br>But her thought was pleasantly interrupted when he, as usual, teased her about what Artemis told her about their time together, and if he'd lived up to expectations thus far.&nbsp; M'gann pursed her lips and put on a mock frown in reply.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't know, we haven't really gotten to the good stuff yet, so I couldn't honestly tell you for sure."</strong>&nbsp; Even as the words left her mouth, M'gann closed her eyes and let out a soft moan when Dick started raining kisses down her neck, before he froze up rather unexpectedly.&nbsp; The shame and guilt came next, as did a wave of self loathing that she was becoming fast familiar with.&nbsp; Then he gave her a truncated summary of what had happened, and even then he was vague about Jason's betrayal, but she knew a little more than she had let on over the years in this instance.<br><br>So when he tuned his face away from her, no doubt expecting to be slapped for what he had just told her, M'gann only cupped his cheek and gently pulled him back so they were facing each other once more, her nose just shy of touching his.&nbsp; <strong>"Dick, I think you're forgetting something.&nbsp; I'm telepathic, and as a consequence I'm also empathetic.&nbsp; I can read a room just by walking through a door.&nbsp; And how long have we known each other exactly?&nbsp; You're not the only one who can fake a smile."</strong>&nbsp; She reprimanded him gently, softly, without a trace of anger or sorrow over what he'd said, of what that meant for them.&nbsp; As for how she knew something had happened, there'd been plenty of clues.<br><br>For one, the few pictures of the girl in question had mysteriously vanished.&nbsp; She'd stopped coming around the house, about the same time Jason stopped popping up before he'd been killed.&nbsp; But most telling of all was the sudden shift in Dick's modus operandi when he'd gone to Bludhaven.&nbsp; The news had been running stories of Nightwing shortly after his appearance, and it hadn't taken a far leap to figure out why with the other little clues beforehand.<br><br>So no, M'gann wasn't upset over the revelation.&nbsp; If anything, a part of her was relieved, which she at first found odd, but she figured out why just as quickly.&nbsp; <strong>"I know this is going to sound...selfish, especially after what you just said, but I don't think I'm ready to commit to one person yet anyway.&nbsp; You're the first person I've...ever considered dating, let alone sharing a bed with, and we're both still young.&nbsp; I'm barely into the human equivalent of the young adult stage of life, so I'm still trying to figure out who I want, and what I want out of life.&nbsp; So...if this is how it has to be, I'm alright with that Dick, but I would like to keep us in mind, unless you find someone that truly makes you happy again before then."</strong>&nbsp; The sincerity in her voice was palpable as it was her turn to look away, more than a little shame radiating off of her this time for even suggesting what she had to one of the few people she could see being truly happy with for the rest of her very long life.&nbsp; <strong>"If anyone deserves to be rejected, it's me."</strong>&nbsp; For using him, essentially, to broaden her own horizons, but M'gann couldn't put it into words, but he'd probably figure it out.&nbsp; He was one of the world's greatest detectives for a reason after all.&nbsp; Even if this had started honestly enough, things had once again changed, and not for the better.&nbsp; M'gann was finding out the hard way relationships were far more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>28-11-2015, 17:29:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 1:22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>Grayson had given the speech many times before, and it usually ended with his face getting slapped. And by Usually, Dick meant Always. He’d braced himself for the slap, been prepared for it. But instead of the sting that he’d been expecting, he felt a warm hand cup his cheek and pull his face back. And on M’gann’s face, instead of anger and hatred, he saw acceptance and understanding. <br><br>He wanted to ask her why, to see why she was taking it so well, and then she said something so simple and obvious it made him want to smack himself in the head for being so dense. So he’d hidden his thoughts; that didn’t mean she could read his emotions, or see that his body language had changed. It wouldn’t have been hard to see the changes, notice the sudden lack of photos of the gir or of Jason, and then put the pieces together. Even without direct mind reading, M’gann still had a better understanding of people than just about anyone else. <br><br>“Crap, I’m gonna have to get better at hiding things from you, huh?” Dick said with a teasing smile, though with no real joy behind it. He didn’t want to hide things from her, not from anyone really but especially not from her. She was one of his oldest friends, one of the few who knew what is was like to grow up in the shadow of a hero so large and to lose that mentor. But the training Bruce had beaten into him was too much, too ever present, that Dick knew he would always been looking for a way to hide something for someone. <br><br>And then, while he was being mopey and introspective, she said something that made him let out a laugh and gave some real joy to his smile.<br><br>“It’s not selfish” He responded to her worries that he might hate her not wanting a normal relationship either. It was honestly a relief to hear her worry that she wasn’t ready for anything too constricting, a reminder that he wasn’t the only hero with issues they needed sorting out.<br><br>“All you did was try to experience something new, and you did dit someone who knows quite a good deal about it.” As he spoke, Dick slowly ran one of his fingers along M’gann’s spine while another finger from the other hand started to slowly tease her pussy, running along her lips, circling her clit, and just generally trying to remind her of the climax she’d had just a few minutes before.<br><br>He placed a kiss along her neck before continuing, letting her know he was fine with the way she was ‘using’ him. <br><br>“Honestly I would offended if I found out that your first time ended up being with some random normal guy.” He had to stifle a laugh at that, imaging a drunken bar goer experiencing M’gann shapeshifting first hand and what his reaction would be. <br><br>Looking at her though, his alien friend turned his new lover, Dick realized something. Maybe he couldn't handle a normal monogamous relationship, but he wanted something. He wanted to see her laugh at jokes that might have made her groan before. He wanted her soft voice to remind him when he was being an idiot. He wanted to see her laying on his bed, so perfect that she might have been some karmic reward. He wanted her. <br><br>“I would like something though. Maybe not a traditionally relationship, but then again anything we fight crime and dress up in crazy outfits on a daily basis; anything too traditional might kill us. Tell you what. Monday, let’s go out on a date. And if we have fun, we keep going out on dates. But if we start seeing someone else, that’s fine too.”<br><br>To cap off his speech, Dick pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. A kiss that reminded him exactly how good her body felt against his. His hands found her breasts,&nbsp; cupping and caressing them, gently toying with her already hard nipples before they fell to her hips and pulled her body closer against his.<br><br>“Well, enough of this mushy stuff. What do you say we get down to business, and see if I can live up the expectations Artemis set for me?” he said in a sultry whisper with his length resting against her pussy, ready and willing to press on and force itself inside of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-11-2015, 19:48:27</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 01:29<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>M'gann wasn't sure what she had expected Dick's reaction to be given her admission, but the small if joyless smile on his face that blossomed into a full on grin hadn't been at all what she'd expected.&nbsp; She was reminded that human and martians were quite different from each other, but when he explained why he was alright with her needing time to figure her own issues out, she couldn't help but smile back in no small amount of relief.&nbsp; It wasn't so much she had relationship issues like Richard did, only that she just wanted to enjoy her youth a bit longer before committing to any one person.&nbsp; She wanted...well she wanted to explore, to learn just what it was she enjoyed most of the two more or less universal genders, to put it bluntly, but trying to put that into words was a lot more difficult for some reason despite how accepting Richard had been already.&nbsp; It stemmed partially from the fact that while yes, M'gann identified herself as a young woman, gender roles and the expectations of such didn't have the same meaning here as it did back home.&nbsp; When you could change your appearance with a thought, shifting from male to female with the same ease as changing clothes, such concepts of what was considered 'normal' went out the window.&nbsp; So she wasn't sure what he'd say if she expressed an interest of trying both before she'd feel comfortable in sticking to one over the other.<br><br>As for his trying to hide things from her, she could understand the why just about as well as he did himself, that and it was far less confusing for her when compared to why she didn't want a long term relationship just yet.&nbsp; She'd been around the Bat family long enough to know secrets were kind of their thing, it was how they protected their friends and family, why they'd survived for so long.&nbsp; When you went up against the likes of Ra's Al Ghul, Poison Ivy, Bane, Two,Face, the Riddler, and worse, it came as no surprise that Richard found it hard to be completely honest with anyone, let alone someone that knew him so well.&nbsp; But M'gann was more than a little thrilled when she sensed his desire to not keep her in the dark about himself as much as possible, despite Bruce's training to the contrary.&nbsp; In answer to that and his little joke, M'gann ran a hand through his hair and kissed his cheek.&nbsp; <strong>"I think we both know nothing short of an inhibitor collar could keep me from your head for long Dick.&nbsp; I'm not even making a conscious effort, and I'm still able to read your surface thoughts.&nbsp; But...you can tell me anything, especially since you've been so understanding about...well everything really."</strong><br><br>She'd been prepared to say more, but a shiver went down her spine when Dick's fingers found her back.&nbsp; While not on the same level as her actual clit, there was more than enough sensitive nerves running along her spinal column that his fingers running down her back were still enjoyable on their own, but that wasn't enough for Dick.&nbsp; And she didn't mind in the slightest as she let out a whimper when his other hand started teasing her wet, sensitive folds again, the reminder all too clearly felt as she instinctively ground herself against those wonderful fingers.&nbsp; But while that alone was enough to make her want to continue this thing between them, it was his desire for her, to hear her laugh, to see her smile just from being in his presence that had M'gann opening herself for Richard.&nbsp; He wanted <em>her</em>, flaws and all, and that was really honestly better than anything he was doing between her legs at that particular moment.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://cdn-images.9cloud.us/14/lusciousnet_miss-martian-erotic-pos_1658529427.640x0.png)</div><br>Of course, the physical pleasure soon overrode her conscious thoughts, and M'gann gladly took his kiss before managing a shaky nod of agreement to his proposal of going on a date Monday.&nbsp; A real date, not them meeting on a shared patrol.&nbsp; She'd have to look her best, but she wasn't worried about that, even without her powers.&nbsp; <em>"I can get behind that."</em>&nbsp; She managed to say, her eyes lightening up before another soft moan escaped her as he played with her breasts, his fingers still wet from her pussy.&nbsp; She bared her neck to his mouth, her own hand snaking between them to give him a couple of soft, strong jerks before she let him push her onto her back.&nbsp; Gritting her teeth when she felt him at her entrance, her hand still wrapped around him, M'gann nodded for him to keep going.&nbsp; She wanted this, wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her.&nbsp; <em>"Just..be gentle this first time?&nbsp; We can see about trying to make Artemis jealous some other time."</em>&nbsp; Forgetting the fact she'd never shapeshifted her own vagina outside of trying to make it as close to human as possible, M'gann wasn't sure what to expect once he penetrated her exactly.&nbsp; If she'd adjust as he entered or if he'd have to take it slow until things changed accordingly to make it as comfortable for them both as possible, she just wasn't sure.&nbsp; So worried about somehow hurting him, over her own discomfort for what was coming, M'gann's heart started to race as Dick pressed the head of his cock just past her entrance.<br><br>It turned out she didn't have to worry as she guided him into her wet, slick, warm folds, groaning into his ear as she used her free hand to take a handful of his raven, messy hair.&nbsp; As he filled her, her body automatically adjusted to the foreign intruder, instinct taking over for coherent thought, which was probably just as well for both of them.&nbsp; Not that M'gann was thinking about that anymore as she took a moment to familiarize herself with the intense feeling of him stretching her out so wonderfully.&nbsp; She calmed almost immediately, her fingers in his hair relaxing their hold as she let go of what little remained of him outside of her body, before gently wrapping both hands around the back of his neck.&nbsp; <em>"So...full...so warm.&nbsp; Amazing...just take it slow...for now.&nbsp; Not sure how fast I'll adjust just yet."</em>&nbsp; Despite her wonder filled thought, something in the back of M'gann's mind said they had nothing to worry about as she met Richard's gaze, her amber eyes falling into his gray orbs as she pulled him down for another kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 18:52:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 1:40<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>“I’ll try.” Dick managed to say under his breath when M’gann told him that he could confide anything to her. Much as he wanted to do more, that was all the young hero could bring himself to do. ‘Trust no one’, that was what Bruce had always told him. And while it had kept him alive for much longer than anyone would have expected, it meant that when he did want to open up, it was a struggle. <br><br>But her moaned response to his request for a date, and his fingers playing with her body, sent his spirits soaring high, making him forget all of the trust issues he had bottled up inside. ‘I can’t wait.’ It had been awhile since Dick Grayson, the socialite son of Bruce wayne, the media darling, had been seen out on the town with a pretty girl. And he couldn’t think of anymore he wanted to be seen with more than M’gann or Megan.<br><br>Dick let out a few soft moans M’ganns hands found his erection and gave him a few solid strokes before helping to place it along her entrance. And when she actually gave him the soft nod of permission, and helped to slide his length inside of her, well, Dick couldn't think of a more beautiful sound than M’gann’s groan of pleasure. It was a noise he could hear for the rest of his life and always be satisfied. There was something pure in her voice, in the way her voice seemed just a few decibels away from pure ecstasy. <br><br>He’d heard girls make that noise before, but somehow it had always felt fake. They’d been in his bed because they wanted his money, because they wanted bragging rights, or because they wanted to get over someone who had wronged them. But with M’gann, her intentions were pure. She wanted to experience a moment of pleasure, and she wanted to do it with one of her oldest friends. The kiss she dragged him into was evidence of that. <br><br><em>‘We don’t need to go rough or fast to make Artemis jealous’</em> Dick told his emerald lover with a twinkle in his eyes. The archer might have given tales of Dick as angry and animal when it came to sex, because that’s what they were like when they were together. Their competitive nature gave way to sex that was similarly competitive and physical. But like many things, Dick had more than one side, and more than one set of skills, when it came to sex.<br><br>“All I have to do is make you cum more than she got to” He said with a whisper, using one his fingers to toy with her clit as he slowly pushed himself into her. “We’re at one so far. Let’s see if we can’t get that number higher before the night is over”<br><br>He let his length slide into her a glacial pace, every inch sliding into her slow enough that he could feel her pussy shifting to accommodate him. It was a bizarre sensation, being inside M’gann as her body rearranged itself, but Dick would be lying if he said he wasn’t loving it. It had been awhile since he’d taken it slowly with a girl, but he couldn't have been happier to take it slow for M’gann. There wasn’t any fear that she would drag his name through the mud if he wasn’t spectacular, no worries that she was only there for some other reason than she wanted to be with him. It was a refreshing change of pace. Once he finally found all of his length inside of her, Dick slowly started to pull out at the same glacial pace, letting her feel truly every inch of his length and enjoying the sensation of her body shifting around him. <br>&nbsp;<br>“You feel amazing” He finally whispered in her ear before planting a kiss on her cheek, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks ad their eyes met for a moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 20:24:15</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 01:45<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>Hearing him say he'd try to talk to her openly, to try and shed some of the burdens that came with being Nightwing had a soft, approving smile tugging at the martian's lips.&nbsp; It was all anyone had a right to ask anyway, that he try to do anything, so she was content to let the matter rest for now.&nbsp; That and it would admittedly make it a lot easier since she knew Richard as both the person he presented to the world, and his heroic alter ego.&nbsp; But she also knew who he was as a person, now more than ever, the one without the mask, both literally and otherwise.&nbsp; Beneath the jokes and the smile was the same pain and grief that she was all too familiar with, but there was also the gentle, sweet young man that had a capacity for understanding and sympathy that rivaled her own.&nbsp; Best of all, he needed no powers to understand what it was they went through, while it was still safe to say M'gann relied on her gifts to see the same thing that came so naturally to Dick.<br><br>But once more, her thoughts were interrupted when he dragged himself down entirely into her depths.&nbsp; It was different from anything she'd ever experienced before, even the climax he had coaxed out of her not too long ago was starting to become a very pleasant memory as he stretched her, filled her with his hot, throbbing shaft.&nbsp; Breaking the gentle kiss between them, M'gann blushed at his words, both spoken and otherwise, but smiled all the same as he started to move.&nbsp; He was right in his thoughts about how Artemis had described their time together, but M'gann knew that it didn't have to be that way all the time.&nbsp; Besides, even Artemis herself had said she didn't mind slow and tender sex every now and again, but this didn't feel like sex to M'gann.&nbsp; Not that she had any experience to draw from, but what she understood of the function was that sex was about alleviating one's desire through shared pleasure.&nbsp; This didn't feel quite as..empty to her though, for lack of a better explanation.<br><br>As for what was happening down below as Richard started teasing at her clit again, her pussy eventually stopped shifting about, having found the right size and elasticity to accommodate Richard without further alteration.&nbsp; That said, she was still pleasantly snug around his slow moving cock, still quite warm and wet around his flesh, and M'gann still felt every little twitch as he dragged himself back and forth within her at a slow, steady, gait.&nbsp; This was truly becoming the best night of her life as she let her hands run down his back, moaning softly before she clenched her right hand into the skin of his back just hard enough to leave little imprints behind that quickly faded away.&nbsp; This was better than amazing, but she couldn't find it in her to argue the point as he kissed her cheek before taking her face between his hands.<br><br>Turning her head to kiss his right hand, M'gann moved her hips a little, wanting to change the angle a bit as he drove forward.&nbsp; She didn't mind this slow pace, not by a long shot, she was simply seeing what happened if she adjusted.&nbsp; So imagine her surprise when he brushed up against a particularly sensitive place within her body, making her gasp as a electrical like jolt shot through her.&nbsp; It was nearly too much for her to handle, but she didn't want him to stop.&nbsp; Instead she groaned and pulled him closer, wanting his weight on her, to feel his heat pass through her as she continued to rock her hips to and fro in time with his thrusts, her fingers digging into his back the whole time. <strong> "So..close already.&nbsp; Oh Dick...thank you."</strong>&nbsp; She had no idea what she was thanking him for, only that it had felt appropriate to say as she gave one last little gasp before she clenched up around him, a series of trembles passing through her as she opened and closed her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers.&nbsp; Unlike last time she'd climaxed though, she didn't take a moment to recover from it, she simply rolled them over so she was now on top without ever letting him leave her quivering sex.<br><br>A light sheen of sweat had formed on M'gann's emerald skin, but she hardly noticed as she sat up and pulled Dick's hands to her chest.&nbsp; The pace she set once she could think even slightly coherently again was just a little faster than he'd been so far, making it a point to take all of him into her body with every downward movement.&nbsp; Grabbing onto the headboard to support herself, M'gann licked her lips and sighed softly before throwing her head back, her eyes closed as she rode Dick.&nbsp; There was a joke in there she was sure, but for the life of her couldn't think of it, not that she tried very hard, too caught up in the moment to care about much of anything but what he was making her feel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 23:44:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 1:50<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>Dick was astonished by just how good M’gann felt. It was like sculptors had worked for years to make her pussy feel as magnificent as it did, as warm and inviting as possible while still gripping his cock tightly enough that, had it not been for years of stamina and endurance training, he might have already finished. He knew that it was her abilities that let her body feel so hypnotically good, but he honestly didn’t care at that point. All he knew was the he wanted more and he wanted to give her more. The part fo his mind that was always planning thought of a few things he could do, but that went flying away when he seemed to hit a certain spot and felt her entire body tighten around him for a split second. <br><br>And then he heard her cry out, saying that she was close, and Dick had to fight to not adjust himself at all. He’d learned through years of experience that when a woman was enjoying herself, it was in his best interest to just keep the same pace going no matter how much he might have wanted to step it up. And then he felt her entire body tighten up, a wave of psychic pleasure hitting him hard enough that had to fight back to keep himself going. He’d been getting ready to pull out of her, giving her a few more moments of rest like he had before, but that was before he felt her twist him so that he was laying on his back, apparently ready for more fun. <br><br>“Still hungry for more?” He couldn’t help but tease as M’gann moved into a new position following her climax, pushing him onto his back with surprising strength and grace. Gone was the meek and timid M’gann, who the other sidekicks made a sport out of causing her to blush. Instead there was a young woman who was just beginning to understand how good her body, and the bodies of others, could make her feel. The M’gann he’d known for years wouldn’t have grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts with a confidence that seemed to say ‘your hands belong here’. Not that he was complaining about the sudden uptick in confidence from his green teammate, it only served to make turn him on more.<br><br>He’d helped a few others girl make the transition from shy blushing virgin to ‘woman of the world’, as Alfred would say, and it was a breathtaking thing each time he saw it. Something about the expression in their eyes as they realized just how much pleasure they could feel was one of the most erotic things Dick could think of. Though, none of the girls he’d seen make that transition meant as much to him as seeing one of his oldest friends blossoming right in front of his eyes and knowing that it was because of his help.<br><br>A loud groan of pleasure let him as he felt M’gann slide down the entirety of his length with every buck of her hips. She was going at a faster clip that he had, but it was the sensation of her body taking all of him that was really close to sending him over the edge. And the feeling of her breasts in his hands, their weight in his grasp, and the little gasps M’gann would make as he played with them just made the whole situation even better. He started to give his own hips small thrusts up at the same time M’gann was bringing her hips down onto his length. Another exclamation of pleasure was forced from his lips as they met in the middle, the combined force sending a pulse of pleasure through his core.<br><br>Dick could only guess at how much concentration it took M’gann to be as composed as she was. Not only was she holding together her more human emerald form, he had to assume she was keeping herself from psychically broadcasting exactly how good she was feeling to the entire house, and she was still managing to keep her voice to a minimum. He was barely holding himself together, and all he had to do was stop from cumming too soon. <br><br>“You don’t have to hold yourself in.” He said before leaning up and giving her supple neck a small bite, his hands running down along her back before gently grasping her hips. His lips pressed against hers once more as their chest pressed against each other, Dick making a small noise of appreciation as M’gann’s nipples rubbed against his own.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-12-2015, 00:42:41</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 01:57<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>She wasn't strictly conscious of what she was doing, instinct having taken hold of her mind like a vice, but she was too lost in the moment to care or realize the same thing Richard had.&nbsp; That said, she would have readily agreed with his point about her transition if he had brought it up, that she had grown considerably since the day had started so mundanely, at least when compared to the rest of their respectively insane lives.&nbsp; All she knew for sure was that she needed this, needed Dick inside her, to feel the incredible sensations rushing through her entire body as she continued to ride him.&nbsp; Letting her hands fall over Dick's, which were still on her breasts, she let out another cry as he once again touched something particularly sensitive inside her, making her buck a bit harder than before.&nbsp; This was too good to give up without getting every bit of pleasure she could out of their time together.&nbsp; She was in no hurry to stop, even when he teased her about it, and instead only shrugged in response.&nbsp; <strong>"Y-you started it."</strong>&nbsp; She teased back, groaning between her attempt at speech.&nbsp; <strong>"Wondering what my f-face would look like screwed up in est-esctasy."</strong>&nbsp; She quivered, smirking before her mouth fell open as another moan was pulled from her.&nbsp; Remembering the thought she had picked up before he realized who was sitting at the back of Fish Mooney's, she wondered if his imagined image of her face matched up to the reality, or if it was better.&nbsp; Either way, she was glad she had finally taken a chance, despite their respective issues, <br><br>When he returned the favor and started thrusting up into her, M'gann gasped but nodded in approval, squeezing down on him a little tighter in response.&nbsp; Moving his fingers to her nipples, she encouraged him to squeeze them, to roll them between his fingers before putting her hands on Dick's shoulders, using him to keep herself upright.&nbsp; Shivering, trembling even, she closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh of contentment as her head fell back again.&nbsp; Picking up the pace a bit more, the sound of flesh meeting flesh started to fill the room.&nbsp; She was getting close again, working up to the best release of her night yet, and she had no intention of fighting it even as a part of her mind tried to keep her psychic abilities in check.&nbsp; A part that was so deeply ingrained in her that letting it go would be...difficult.&nbsp; Sharing her pleasure with Richard was one thing, but sending out a psychic pulse to the entire estate?&nbsp; That was something else, something she was trying to avoid since it would have been....well rude was a bit of an understatement, at least to martian standards anyway.&nbsp; For a race that used their abilities to communicate so freely with each other, there was just some things that were and should be kept between long term partners and lovers.&nbsp; No one wanted to be caught up guard when someone was brought to the point of no return.<br><br>But she wasn't on Mars exactly, and there was only one other person in the house.&nbsp; At least another little voice in her head whispered just as Dick sat up and laid a little bite on the side of her neck, making the internal argument she was having fall silent altogether.&nbsp; As for the actual concentration involved, it wasn't nearly as much as Dick might have imagined, but again that and most of the remaining thoughts running through her mind fell dark when his hands rested on her hips.&nbsp; She let her own hands fall to his back again, holding him close, moaning heatedly into his left ear.&nbsp; His statement that she didn't have to hold back for him, that she could let go, was what broke the dam, her last barrier of self restraint as she screamed when her climax hit.&nbsp; Clenching up tightly around him, her head thrown back and her fingers digging into the middle of his back, M'gann let go, unable to restrain the psychic wave of bliss that erupted from her.<br><br>Alfred, having just started to drift off from his spot in the far corner of the manor, sat bolt upright when the psychic wave of pleasure hit him like a bulldozer.&nbsp; "What the bloody hell was that?"&nbsp; The old man said, shaking his head as the former soldier did his best to clear the dizziness from his thoughts.&nbsp; "M'gann....damn girl's gonna be the death of me yet, if Richard doesn't do the job first.&nbsp; Bloody kids."&nbsp; He cursed, but couldn't help but smirk despite the headache he'd probably have from that rather unexpected side effect of having a martian hanging around Master Grayson's bedroom.&nbsp; "Gotta say, it's about bloody time."&nbsp; He mused before flopping back down on his back, his smirk slow to disappear since it was no secret to the old British butler that M'gann and Dick had been giving each other googly eyes for years and hadn't actually done anything about it until now.&nbsp; He'd give him a serious talking to about the possible consequences later, but for now Alfred was content in the knowledge they had finally gotten together, even if it didn't last.<br><br>As for M'gann herself, she could only pant and gasp for breath, unable to let go of Richard until she started to come down from the high of her second climax of the night.&nbsp; She was exhausted, fucked silly, and she couldn't have been happier as she slowly pulled back and met Dick's gaze, her amber eyes glazed over as a stray tear fell down her cheek.&nbsp; The happiness radiating off of her though said it was a tear of joy as she kissed him one last time, having to make a solid effort to remain awake.&nbsp; <strong>"That was...amazing....you're amazing Dick."</strong>&nbsp; She whispered, before a yawn escaped her.&nbsp; The day had been one of highs and lows, meeting with the old gang, fighting Ivy, being poisoned, talking to a formerly dead man in Oliver Queen, and now this.&nbsp; So even with Dinah's antidote causing insomnia in most people, she was too exhausted and not human in the first place, that falling asleep in Dick's comforting embrace was just natural at this point.&nbsp; <em>"Stay with me tonight?"</em>&nbsp; She asked, already well on her way to a deep sleep as she rested her head against the crook of Dick's neck, her grip loosening slowly around his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 22:17:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9ca7f89b46eb53b5a3397d571c1471d7/tumblr_nhtggdLelZ1td8cquo1_r1_500.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 2:05<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>Dick had been training his whole life to try and make his body as much an instrument under his control as possible. He had an incredible knowledge of how to control various bodily functions. So when he wanted to not cum to let his partner truly enjoy themselves as much as possible, it was usually well within his abilities.<br><br>But the psychic wave that hit him full force, it was too much. As her body clenched around him, Dick’s own climax came with thunderous force. His hands grasped her hips hard enough that he worried her light frame might have bruised the next morning, forcing every possible inch inside of her inviting folds. With a moan that Alfred would have easily heard as well, Dick finally let loose and a flood of his load shot into M’gann. <br><br>As she slowly came down from her orgasmic high, Dick just held M’gann close in his arms. PArtially because he knew that she would want comfort after a moment of vulnerability. But also because Dick wasn’t sure that he had the strength to keep himself up unless he was holding on to her. As the two slowly pulled themselves apart Grayson found himself actually panting. <br><br>“You managed to tire me out. Not many have managed that.” &nbsp;As he considered it, he realized that only two others had actually managed to tire out him out. Koriand’r, the aliean princess, had a lbidio and stamina that could put his to shame. Artemis was as capable as he was, and their typically physically intense fun together often left both of them winded. And now M’gann had done it as well.&nbsp; A shudder went through his spin as Dick imagined even two of those girls in the same room with him. They would probably end up getting Dick to die from exhaustion, but he’d die happy.<br><br>As he slowly came down from his own rush of endorphins, A thought occurred to Dick. It was something simple, but that had slipped his mind while he’d been distracted with M’gann. <br><br><em>‘I’ll have to warn stephanie next time’</em> he thought with a small smile Thankfully the trainee vigilante was in the batcave’s medbay, far enough that the psychic wave would just be a slightly pleasurable hum. But if she’d been in the mansion in her room, it might have been enough to cause a few uncomfortable questions and comments the next morning. <br><br>Then again, that was all speculation on his part. He had no idea exactly how powerful a martian orgasm could be. He’d have to ask her in the morning when he went to check on the progress of her healing. That would be a fun conversation to have while she was mending broken ones.<br><br>Try as he might though, Dick just didn’t care. He couldn’t make his mind focus on anything that wasn’t the beautiful girl lying next to him. His thumb wiped away the single tear of joy that fell down her face before he pressed his lips against her once last time in a soft embrace. And when she asked if he would stay with her, there was only one response he could give.<br><br>“Of course” He said with a whisper before planting a kiss on her forehead, enjoying the soft breaths her sleeping form let out. It took him a bit longer for him to finally settle in, years of paranoia and training had made sure that sleep didn’t come easily for him. But when he finally did drift off, it was&nbsp; it was deep and relaxing slumber. Something about her next to his, her heat radiating off of her and her weight against him, made sure that he wasn’t going to woken up easily.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 23:11:39</strong>
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				<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> Sunday the 18th of October 2015, 02:05 - 09:52<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>Being naturally stronger didn't mean she was inexhaustible, but M'gann managed to stay awake long enough to curl up into Dick's chest after he wiped away the stray tear that had ran down her face.&nbsp; She smiled, content, satisfied, and comfortably warm and welcomed in the man's embrace, unwilling to move even an inch despite the fact he was still buried in her core after his release.&nbsp; She wanted to imprint this deep in her mind, to remember everything about this night, and she didn't want to ruin the moment by pulling his softening shaft from her vagina, or moving at all really.&nbsp; And he was right in assuming she wanted his arms around her, having never let go like that before, and it had left her open in more ways than one.&nbsp; But the pleasurable aftershocks were well worth it as she nestled into his arms as they fell to their sides facing each other, her amber eyes drifting close of their own accord.&nbsp; The soft sound of Dick's breathing, the rise and fall of his chest against hers, all of that and the simple presence of him a literal hairs breath away all helped to send the martian into a deep, dreamless sleep.&nbsp; It was the first full night's sleep she could remember getting for a long time.&nbsp; Well, dreamless for the most part save for the rather erotic dreams that started to circulate her pleasantly buzzing mind from her close proximity to the man that had taken her virginity.&nbsp; Whether they were hers or his, she couldn't say when she started to stir several hours later, but M'gann couldn't remember much either way save for a tingling sensation in the core of her stomach.<br><br>Slowly sitting up, she blinked, confused as to where she was until last night came rushing back.&nbsp; She blushed but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as she looked around, realizing that Dick must have slipped out of bed a couple hours earlier when she saw she was alone in his room.&nbsp; Giving his routine, that usually started with an early morning workout, M'gann shook her head and started to get out of bed, only to let out a small little groan when she felt an unfamiliar ache between her legs.&nbsp; It was a pleasant pain though, one that again reminded her of what they'd been up to the night before, so she took a moment to steady herself before standing to her feet, feeling quite good despite the ache in her nether regions.&nbsp; As for her clothes, M'gann saw they had been neatly folded and placed on the nearby dresser that faced the bed, a note in Alfred's hand attached to them.&nbsp; She chuckled and shook her head, making a mental note to thank the man for his thoughtfulness as she wandered to Dick's bathroom.&nbsp; A shower was in order since she was fairly sure she stank of sex and sweat, but if Richard decided to surprise her, she would definitely welcome the distraction.&nbsp; But for the moment the martian was content to take her time as she turned on the shower and waited for the hot water to start pouring down.<br><br>While she waited, M'gann caught her reflection in the mirror above the sink.&nbsp; While her reflection was the same as ever, M'gann couldn't help but stare back at herself in amazement.&nbsp; She'd finally done it, and she felt....not different so much as lighter, happier?&nbsp; She wasn't sure, just that something fundamental had changed and she was curious to see where this went.&nbsp; Even if she and Richard didn't work out and they moved onto other people, she'd always remember last night with fondness for what her oldest friend had given her.&nbsp; But she honestly hoped they did last, and that if she did decide to explore her sexuality a bit more outside of his arms, he wouldn't hold it against her despite their mutual agreement to the contrary.&nbsp; She understood most humans didn't like to share, that and sex was one of those subjects that still had a pretty big stigma attached to it depending on the situation, a lesson she'd learned when Kori, one of their old friends, had made the mistake of sleeping with Richard and then bouncing to Artemis's bed a little over a week later.&nbsp; That said, M'gann wasn't deterred, but she'd be sure to spell out her intentions to whoever she decided she'd like to learn more about this from was all.&nbsp; Shaking her head, clearing her mind in the process, the martian let out a little laugh and stepped into the shower, groaning in satisfaction as the first drops of hot water hit her emerald skin.&nbsp; Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 19:26:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/3f2ebd59bf7b4f68a3769e94520cad1e/tumblr_mjgvs4zqeM1rc8doao2_250.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 20th of October 2015, 7:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bounty. Fancy Restaurant in Midtown Gotham.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>Some said that Dick Grayson was the luckiest person in the world. He was handsome, charming, and had inheirted an obscene amount of money along with a business that was worth more than some countries, and he had it all because a rich man had adopted him. Of course it was a petty stupid thing to say; Dick would have traded it all to have his parents again. But sometimes it was hard to argue with. Sometimes his life was amazing. Like when he was out on a date with Megan Morse, or M’gann M’orzz, a fantastic friend who he’d slept with just a night before. Plus, it was hard to deny how much fun he could have as the adopted son of a Billionaire. Not many people could call up on the best restaurants in Gotham, make a reservation for that night, and have a chauffeured Rolls-Royce take him and his date there without complaint. <br><br>The money had never quite sat comfortably with him, it always felt he hadn’t earned. That was why he’d become so hands on with his position at Wayne Enterprises, so he could feel like he had done work worthy of even a fraction of the money he’d received. And probably why he’d given so much to charity, even more than Bruce had. <br><br>But the one thing that he’d always been happy with was the attention. He’d grown up being in the spotlight at the circus so the attention he got from being the son of Bruce Wayne was a remarkably easy transition. He’d just moved from one spotlight to a different one. When Jason came along he had someone to share the spotlight with, but Jason never wanted the attention, so it went to Dick. He was the one that was personable, that would laugh and joke with the reporters. He might not have been born in Gotham, but the people accepted him without hesitation. Even next to Bruce’s Playboy persona, Dick seemed to put the people at ease and try to lighten up their world if only for a moment. <br><br>And once he’d come back to Gotham as the new heir, the media couldn’t get enough. So he fed into it, giving the reporters access to him as though his privacy meant nothing. The constant questions and flashbulbs helped distract him from how much the death of Bruce really had affected him. It became like the old days again, on a stage performing for an adoring audience and using the bright spotlight to cast away the dark thoughts that plagued him. <br><br>Sometimes he forgot that there were other people on stage with him. People like Megan, who might not enjoy the spotlight quite as much as he did. Which he was reminded of as the car pulled up to the restaurant and five reporters swarmed the car. Each one of them was ready to hit him with a barrage of questions as soon as he opened the car door. He was fine with it, he loved the attention, but now he had someone else to worry about. And Megan was an unknown in the circles of Gotham. She’d get hit and fast with questions; how she knew Dick, how she’d managed to convince Gotham’s most notorious bachelors into a date, what exactly made her think she was worthy of Gotham royalty, what dress she was wearing, where she got her shoes, and a thousand other pointless questions. <br><br>“Fair warning, you’re going to get mugged for questions.” He told her softly<br><br>“I still don’t know how they know where I’m going to be at every second of the day.” Dick whispered under his breath as he opened up the door of the car and stepped out, offering Megan a hand once he was out.<br><br>Not even a second after his feet had touched the ground one particular reporter was already pouncing on the opportunity.<br><br>“Mari Devon Here for Gotham At Night. I was wondering if I could spare a moment of you and your date’s time?” Of course it had to Mari. She helped run one of Gotham’s most notorious gossip columns and, as such, had the ability to turn public opinion in a way that fell just short of an actual superpower. If she wanted to, she could easily make the people of Gotham hate Megan. It would have been easy to fix that, to have M’gann take on a different form with a different backstory, but he wanted Gotham to like her. To like the girl that was the closest to his martian friend.&nbsp; <br><br><em>‘Just go along with it. We answer a few questions, make you seem like a nice normal girl, and then politely walk inside. Otherwise they can make both of our lives very hard.’</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 22:14:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Felicia+Day+Spike+TV+2011+Video+Game+Awards+o71xiIvjWtul.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 19th of October 2015, 7:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bounty. Fancy Restaurant in Midtown Gotham.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>Having come from humble beginnings, it had taken Megan some time to get used to the extravagant wealth that her soon to be best and oldest friends, some of them at least, were surrounded by.&nbsp; The expensive limos, the fancy dinner reservations, the giant estates, she could have done without all that and still been happy with the man at her side.&nbsp; Sure they were nice, but they were just things at the end of the day.&nbsp; That said, she wasn't going to stop Dick from showing off either since it was just how he was.&nbsp; Even before she'd known about the tragedy that took his family, that had seen him adopted by Bruce Wayne and subsequently trained to aid Batman's endless war on crime, he'd always been a showman, and really it was part of his charm really.&nbsp; She was a little out of her depth, but Megan was comfortable, content, and she felt safe next to the acrobatic young man as they rode to their destination in one of the biggest limousines she'd ever seen in her life.&nbsp; But she hardly noticed the glamour and the riches Dick didn't flaunt so much as just accept as a part of his life.&nbsp; He was a good man at heart, had come from virtually nothing, and had risen far beyond his station, although she knew without needing to see his mind that he would have preferred to have his family over the money and fame that came with being Bruce's adopted son.&nbsp; In a way, she envied him since her uncle had been the only one to really accept who she was outside of her immediate family at least, and even then her parents hadn't been able to do much but watch their only daughter sink further and further into depression and self loathing because she was born a white martian over a green.&nbsp; Funny how such a small thing could impact someone's life so drastically, but she had no right to complain, not when compared to Dick, her own life before she'd run away from Mars in her uncle's ship had been pretty simple if lonely.&nbsp; Of course he'd disagree and tell her that her own sorrows were just as important as his own, but the fact remained she had gotten off easy in the long run, even after the death of her uncle J'onn.<br><br>Those were thoughts for another time though as Megan, disguised as her human alter ego, smiled and adjusted her form hugging dress, only a couple straps keeping it on her slender, shorter frame, at least compared to Dick anyway she was a bit on the short side.&nbsp; That said, she was a little nervous, especially with the way the media always seemed to swarm Dick wherever he went.&nbsp; She'd seen the news enough times to see how they always seemed to know where he was at any given point of the day, but oddly enough the same could have been said for Bruce once upon a time.&nbsp; But she forced herself to take a breath and smile, although the emotions radiating through the psychic link said she was equal parts excited and nervous, excited because she was going out on a date with Dick for the first time, nervous because she hadn't actually done this before with anyone.&nbsp; Although, there had been a lot of firsts for her that weekend, the biggest being losing her virginity, such as it counted for her at least given her extraterrestrial status.&nbsp; Humans and martians put different values on one's virginity, but it still had similar connotations at the end of the day.<br><br>But she nodded and breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth when Richard told her she'd likely get mugged by the reporters, which were again, predictable as ever, waiting for them outside of the fancy restaurant Dick had booked a reservation for himself and her.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll try not to disappear on you."</strong>&nbsp; She teased, and leaned into his side.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you for giving this a chance, for giving <em>us </em>a chance."</strong>&nbsp; After his confession regarding his last messy breakup, M'gann knew this couldn't have been easy for Richard, so it made it that much more important and meaningful for the martian masquerading as a human being.&nbsp; And it wasn't like she hadn't been on TV before, as Miss Martian once or twice after a successful bust in the early days, but this was different.&nbsp; She was on Dick's arm, pretending to be your average friend just trying to have a romantic night out.&nbsp; She had to be much more careful here in a way, but Megan was confident she could manage as she accepted Dick's hand once he stepped out of the car and managed not to trip over her bio clothed shifted high heels, also red to match her dress for the evening, her red hair long and bouncing with every step as they tried to push their way through the crowd, only to be stopped by Mari Devon.&nbsp; Megan knew the name, knew she wrote for a column, but she didn't know the name of the paper or her reputation as having such pull with the media.&nbsp; Still, Megan took comfort from Richard's words to her alone and did her best to put herself off as just an old friend, coming back to Gotham after some time away from the city.&nbsp; Which was, in a way, the truth since she had left Gotham for a while after Darkseid's attack.<br><br>Putting on her best innocent charm that she could manage, Megan answered as many of Mari's questions as she was comfortable with.&nbsp; It wasn't that hard since she was naturally shy and demure among a crowd of strangers anyway, so it probably wouldn't take long for the papers to label her as Gotham's sweetheart or something equally sweet.&nbsp; But she wasn't without her willfulness or spirit though, not by a long shot, and Megan proved that when someone made the mistake of asking why she thought she deserved to be on Dick's arm, essentially.&nbsp; Flashing the man in question a withering glare, that same impulse that had seen her leave more than a few criminals in a pool of their own drool wanted to give the reporter the martian equivalent of a telekinetic backhand, which as Cyborg might have said had he been present, would have been powerful enough to knock his head sideways, but instead she wrapped her arm around Dick's waist, making it clear she wasn't going anywhere without him.&nbsp; <strong>"Because we've known each other for so long, and it just took us both a long time to figure out we wanted to give this a shot, together."</strong>&nbsp; Having said her piece, she silently pleaded for Richard to get them out of there before she did something she'd regret, or she died from embarrassment at having spoken out like that in the first place as her cheeks started to turn red at her outburst, as well deserving as it might have been in this case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 04:25:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://momentummoonlight.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/themanhasstyle.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 20th of October 2015, 7:35 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bounty. Fancy Restaurant in Midtown Gotham.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>Dick could only hold in his breath when he heard the reporter ask Megan why she thought the two of them had a chance. Megan might have been sweet and naive, but she had a more aggressive side. And when something set her off, like the reporter's question seemed to, it was all anyone could do to hold her back. He knew she wouldn’t do anything to reveal her martian identity, but a slap to the reporter’s face wouldn’t have surprised him. Thankfully she just wrapped her arm tight around his waist and gave the reporter a piece of her mind. Still, that didn’t mean he wanted people to deal on that. So he just immediately moved to the next question he thought might make people like and relate to Megan, one reporter’s question of how they ended up dating. A perfect question to make the reports think of her a sweet girl who would help tame Dick Grayson. He gave her cheek a small kiss before telling the story to the waiting crowd.<br><br>“We met in college while I was off in Bludhaven. I liked her and we flirted abit; by which I mean I flirted with her and she would just blush. But nothing ever came of it. After College, after the invasion, we drifted apart; we’d both lost people, and had to go our separate ways. Then, a few days ago, I walked into her out of nowhere. Seeing her after all those years, I just finally asked her out. And she said yes.”<br><br>The story Dick told the press did miss a few key points though. Like that He and M’gann had know each other even before he’d left for Bludhaven, when they’d both been on the team of young heros. Or that it wasn’t college where they met. Or that the people they’d lost had been members of the Justice League, mentors and friends to them both. And he’d very conspicuously altered the story so that they hadn’t met in a bar. And that they’d slept together before Dick asked her out.<br>But then, what the press didn’t know wouldn’t hurt it.<br><br>“What does this mean for you and Koriand’r?” One reporter pipped up, Dick only barely managing to hear it over the chorus of questions. <br><br>“Sorry folks, I think that’s all the questions we can handle for right now. Bounty will only hold reservation for so long, even for me.” Dick said with a smile and a laugh, pretending to ignore the question and hoping that Megan hadn’t heard it either. They had talked about having a more open relationship, but it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d had a girl say they wanted to be open and then get jealous at the first mention of another girl. Not that Megan seemed to be that kind of girl, but there was still a lingering doubt in his mind. Besides, even if Megan was fine with him still seeing Kori, he really didn’t want to have to explain that little factoid to the press. The idea of him admitting to being in an open relationship, or even admitting that he was polyamorous, would be the subject of new stories and editorials for months. There were still people who gave him crap for admitting that he might not be entirely straight. <br><br>Still, he couldn’t let any of that affect him on the outside. Externally, he had to look as calm and collected and charismatic as he always did. The smile plastered on his face never wavered as Dick led Megan into the restaurant. It wasn’t until the maître d led them to their table and Dick sat down that the breath he’d been holding in was finally let out. He <br><br>A text message flashed up from his assistant Raya, letting him know exactly what the blogs were already running with and what the newspapers would saying by the next day.<br>“Apparently the consensus is that you’re ‘The girl next door to the boy in the mansion’. They think you are cute, sweet, and that you’ve got a backbone.” He said to Megan with a smile. It was nice to see something positive flash up on his phone once in a while.<br><br>“You did good out there.” As Dick spoke, he looked into Megan’s amber eyes and gave her hand a tight squeeze. <br>“This would be the part where I say it’ll get better, but it doesn’t. They’ll always have barrages of questions for you. What they’re asking you might change, but they’ll always be there.” <br><br>“Last chance to hop off. I’ll get it if you don’t publicy want to be known as ‘Dick Grayson’s girlfriend’. Because, well, that’s what you’ll be known as. You could cure cancer, but it would still ‘Dick Grayson’s girlfriend cured cancer’.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 06:10:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Felicia+Day+Spike+TV+2011+Video+Game+Awards+o71xiIvjWtul.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 19th of October 2015, 7:40 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bounty. Fancy Restaurant in Midtown Gotham.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>Glad they had practiced their cover stories in advance, although they had only had at minimum half a day to do so really, Megan relaxed as Dick took charge of the interview.&nbsp; Some of the best lies had elements of truth to them, something she'd learned working alongside the League and their sidekicks, so heading Dick spin their story didn't leave a bad taste in the martian's mouth.&nbsp; That and the kiss to her cheek helped immensely with her nerves about being remembered by the masses as Dick's girlfriend.&nbsp; Normally she tried to keep her presence to a minimum, outside of certain circles at least, so knowing that by this time tomorrow morning she'd probably be on every newspaper's front page was a lot to take in.&nbsp; That said, there was a certain energy and excitement to be had as well, something she didn't normally seek out, but when it found her as it had here, she took a page from Artemis's book and went with the flow as much as she was comfortable in doing.&nbsp; So she was able to smile and look pretty for the cameras once attention turned to Dick himself until he found a polite way to end the questions and led her to the Bounty's front glass doors.<br><br>Only after they'd been sat down and were left alone for a moment to collect themselves did Dick lose his charming smile before making it plain the fame that came with being his girl would always come with a price tag.&nbsp; As for the question regarding his going out with Kori again, Megan didn't feel the slightest bit jealous or upset over that little revelation.&nbsp; If anything, she was glad the princess was back in town, although it would have been nice to know that before a random reporter dropped that bomb on her.&nbsp; But she shook her head and only smiled, her cheeks turning a light shade of red in pleasure rather than embarrassment at the fact the news media outlets were already going crazy with the positive feedback.&nbsp; That and the gentle squeeze to her hand and his confirmation that she'd handled herself well was making the butterflies in her stomach settle down. Instead of focusing on that though, she addressed the more important of the night's conversation thus far.<br><br>Gently squeezing his hand this time, resting it on the table between them, Megan shook her head of long red hair as she peered deeply into Dick's eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"How long have we known each other Dick?&nbsp; I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this, although knowing about it and experiencing it first hand are two different things I'll admit.&nbsp; I never cared about fame and fortune before, and I know you well enough to know this is the real you, not the charming, billionaire adopted son those vultures outside saw just now.&nbsp; So don't worry, I can handle this.&nbsp; We made it this far, a few reporters mobbing us at every turn is easy compared to what we've been through.&nbsp; But maybe I <em>want</em> to be known as 'Dick Grayson's girlfriend'?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, her amber eyes gleaming with joy as she leaned in and left a quick kiss on his cheek.&nbsp; There'd be plenty of time for something more later, but their waiter was coming back and she didn't want to be so forward in a strange place.&nbsp; Just kissing him on the cheek had been outside of her normal behavior, but she managed not to blush as brightly as her hair for once.&nbsp; When asked what she wanted to eat though, she couldn't immediately answer since she had forgotten about this place being a restaurant, and she hadn't even picked up the menu in front of her.&nbsp; "Uh, give us a few minutes more?"<br><br>"Of course madame."&nbsp; Unless Dick ordered for them both, the waiter would walk away, an amused, knowing smile on his face.&nbsp; Young love never changed.<br><br>Thankfully Megan was too preoccupied with her company to overhear the man's thoughts, her attention fully on Dick as a teasing smile appeared on her lips.&nbsp; <strong>"You could have told me Kori was back in town though.&nbsp; Or that you were seeing her again.&nbsp; I don't mind, she made Artemis and you happy, and she was always nice to me, but I'd have rather heard that from you over someone else."</strong>&nbsp; Her gentle reprimand over, Megan put a hand to her chin as she got lost in thought for a moment.&nbsp; <strong>"I wonder what she's been up to this whole time?&nbsp; She didn't call or write, but I'm pretty sure I saw her name pop up in fashion magazines every now and again, so she kept busy at least.&nbsp; Meh, as long as she's okay, that's all that matters."</strong>&nbsp; It was nice, just making normal small talk, about their old friends, about simple normal things.&nbsp; She missed it since Megan couldn't recall when she'd have a moment like this before outside of a few hurried conversations over the phone or something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>18-12-2015, 05:59:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://momentummoonlight.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/themanhasstyle.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Nightwing<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 20th of October 2015, 7:35 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bounty. Fancy Restaurant in Midtown Gotham.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> M'gann. <br><hr><br>Hearing Megan say that she wanted the city to think of her as ‘Dick Grayson’s girl’ brought a smile to his face. There weren't many women he’d dated who could be privy to both sides of his life, and he was glad that Megan was joining the ranks of that exclusive club. He wasn’t sure if it would last, but Dick had learned long ago that sometimes having something and then losing it was better than never having it in the first place. It was a simple saying, but one he’d come to appreciate. Much as Bruce’s death that taken it’s toll on him, or his first love’s betrayal, he wouldn’t have traded anything to have had the experiences. The pain shaped who he was, and it only hurt because of how much joy they’d brought into his life. <br><br>“I’m glad to hear it.” Dick said, giving her hand another gentle squeeze. “But you certainly wouldn’t have been the first girl to decide that she couldn’t handle it once it was staring her in the face.”<br><br>When Megan said that she was fine with Kori, and absently wondered what the other alien had been up to, Dick let out a low breath he hadn’t known he’d been keeping. If he’d been forced to choose between the two girls, Grayson honestly couldn't be sure where he’d go. Megan was one of his oldest friends, and someone he could confide in. But Kori was one of his oldest loves, and someone who’d helped him discover things about himself he’d nevre known. So the knowledge that, atleast at that moment, there was no ill will between the two girls made him feel free if only for a few seconds.<br><br>“Kori’s been keeping busy. Photo shoots all over the world. I think she’s mainly just been trying to keep busy. Apparently she was friends with alot of the Justice League. After the invasion, it seemed like she took it pretty hard.” As he spoke, Dick was glad that he’d spent years learning how best to hide the truth. Otherwise he wasn’t sure he could have hidden how much he missed the other members of the Justice League. They’d been like icons to Dick, people that he idolized and wanted to grow up to be like someday. And then, all of a sudden, they were gone. Batman, who’d raised him to be the best hero he could be. Superman, who’d helped show him how to be the best Human he could be. Wonder Woman, who’d shown him what it meant to be a man. <br><br>It had always been the unspoken truth, that one day Bruce would retire and Dick would take up his position in the League. Even with the bad blood between him and Bruce, the League knew that they would get patched up before too long. The pair loved each other too much to let the absence go for too long. And then that had all changed. The heroes were killed, and the League was forced to dissolve<br><br>But he couldn’t let any of that out. Even to Megan, who knew most of it, he held back some of his thoughts. THis wasn’t the night to reminisce on what they’d lost. This was the night to celebrate what they’d have moving forward. So Dick moved the conversation back to a more pleasant topic, and one they could actually talk about without potentially revealing their most closely guarded secrets. <br><br>“In fairness, I didn’t get much a chance to tell you about it” Dick said with a smile as Megan asked him why he hadn’t told her about Kori’s arrival back to town “I mean, Saturday was the first time I’d seen you in so long.” <br><br><em>‘And saturday night, well, we were distracted.’ </em>He thought to her, taking advantage of the telepathic connection by sending over a few images of their time together saturday night and into sunday morning. Their bodies entwined, faces overcome with pleasure, voice calling out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  In the Shadow of Titans</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-12-2015, 06:35:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Felicia+Day+Spike+TV+2011+Video+Game+Awards+o71xiIvjWtul.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 20th of October 2015, 7:40 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bounty. Fancy Restaurant in Midtown Gotham.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Richard 'Dick' Grayson<hr><br>Even as his mind drifted to the fall of the League, of Bruce, although most of that Megan wasn't privy to since Dick was careful not to pass that along, both for his own comfort and hers no doubt, the smile on his face made the dark mood evaporate for the martian girl recently become a woman, thanks to the man at her side.&nbsp; Besides, he wasn't the only one that had lost people that day, since M'gann had lost close friends and family as well, a fact Dick knew well, but like him, she didn't focus on that for long.&nbsp; This night was too good to drag it down in dark memories, and the gentle squeeze on her hand helped distract her anyway.&nbsp; Unlike Dick though, she hadn't completely gotten past the pain of her own losses, hadn't used it in such a way that it gave her strength, but she was getting there, slowly.&nbsp; But again, she smiled and shrugged when Dick said she wouldn't be the first girl that hadn't taken well to having reporters in her face at any hour of the day.&nbsp; His concern was touching, but it wasn't necessary, not for her, but it was still nice to know he was worried.&nbsp; <strong>"I think you forget I'm not like most girls Mr. Grayson."</strong>&nbsp; She teased, her amber eyes alight with mischief but gratitude for his worry for her sanity regarding being in the national spotlight.&nbsp; Besides, it was just how he was, both because of his close proximity to the League, which besides her uncle, M'gann's own contact with the Justice League had been limited.<br><br>That wasn't to say she hadn't known them, but that was besides the point then as the conversation turned to Kori.&nbsp; Megan nodded, understanding the need to keep oneself busy lest they fall into deeper despair.&nbsp; Artemis had kicked her out of bed more than once shortly after her uncle's death and the world had started to pull itself back together.&nbsp; As for Kori taking the League's death hard, that she could understand as well from what she knew of the former princess from Tamaran.&nbsp; She was a....people person, both in just the friendly sense, and....otherwise, but she was a good person, she had a pure heart in same ways, despite what little Artemis had told her about Kori's past that she was privy to.&nbsp; It was amazing really, but Megan nodded and breathed a little easier, unaware Dick had been holding his breath regarding her response to Kori seeing Dick for more than just a friendly chat.&nbsp; <strong>"It's good she's been keeping herself busy.&nbsp; So it <em>was </em>her name I saw pop up, but I didn't look too closely so I wasn't sure.&nbsp; I was looking for outfits to uh...try on."</strong>&nbsp; She chuckled, giving Dick the mental image of using her bio clothes in a busy shopping center, to get an idea of what clothes and styles she could 'get her hands on', or in her case, shape shift her bio clothes to match.&nbsp; Simply seeing an outfit wasn't enough, she had to touch it, get a feel for the material, and 'program' it into her ever expanding wardrobe, but that was as easy as breathing for one of her considerable talents given her natural affinity for the psionic arts.<br><br>But she was pleasantly distracted by what came out of Dick next.&nbsp; Megan chuckled and shook her head, her cheeks turning a little brighter when he sent her a few <em>very </em>pleasant memories regarding their time together just the other day.&nbsp; She responded in kind, all while keeping a straight face.&nbsp; <strong>"We didn't leave a lot of time to talk did we?&nbsp; We were busy...dancing, if I recall."</strong>&nbsp; If by dancing one took into account she'd been busy with her legs wrapped around his waist in the shower, and elsewhere, then yeah, that was the truth in a nutshell, but details like that were just an added benefit as Megan sent the equivalent of a telekinetic grope across Dick's crotch, adding more than a mere memory to the reminder of their time together.&nbsp; If he wanted to play dirty, she could return the favor as her 'fingers' lightly danced across the front of his pants, and she hadn't lifted a finger save to uplift the side of her mouth into a subtle smirk and a challenge in her brown eyes.&nbsp; <em>Your move.</em>&nbsp; She sent back, sounding suspiciously like Artemis for a moment, but given how....strange, the last few months had been for her, what with checking in on Mar'i after she, Artemis, and the reality hopping alien had purchased a dominatrix for Mar'i's enjoyment, among other things of that particularity nature, it was well past time that she take on a more active role in her own sex life in her own opinion.&nbsp; And now that Dick had shown her quite a few different ways to enjoy that most ancient of 'dances', Megan was finding it difficult not to jump him then and there, but she resisted the urge, content to keep things....interesting for the moment but not too interesting.&nbsp; She was exploring her boundaries, she wasn't quite ready to jump over them head first....not without some gentle persuasion anyway.
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