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rekindleme2013-08-16 09:48 pm
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We're not the ones with the big guns, some kind of shiny secret weapons
Who: Batgirl and Miss Martian
Where: One of many rooftops
When: Late night
Summary: Miss Martian comes bearing gifts
Warnings: None
Since her arrival in Saeng Seong patrolling had become less like a job for Steph and far more like a hobby. There wasn't a whole ton of crime to be stopped, nobody manning a computer giving orders through the com link in her cowl, no overzealous police officers to avoid, no realy cute detectives to flirt with...
But none of that really mattered. She knew it was a total cliche, but when she was up in the sky like this she felt alive in a way she just couldn't down at street level. So it got a little boring. She had plenty of time to work on her flips and handsprings, and she needed the fresh air and exercise. The costume was both some small defense against falling and breaking her neck, and a comfort. She was Batgirl (which, by the way, was still really freaking cool), and Batgirl ruled the rooftops.
She wasn't really expecting company, but then, the only company she tended to run into up here were all friendlies. She didn't make herself difficult to find.
Where: One of many rooftops
When: Late night
Summary: Miss Martian comes bearing gifts
Warnings: None
Since her arrival in Saeng Seong patrolling had become less like a job for Steph and far more like a hobby. There wasn't a whole ton of crime to be stopped, nobody manning a computer giving orders through the com link in her cowl, no overzealous police officers to avoid, no realy cute detectives to flirt with...
But none of that really mattered. She knew it was a total cliche, but when she was up in the sky like this she felt alive in a way she just couldn't down at street level. So it got a little boring. She had plenty of time to work on her flips and handsprings, and she needed the fresh air and exercise. The costume was both some small defense against falling and breaking her neck, and a comfort. She was Batgirl (which, by the way, was still really freaking cool), and Batgirl ruled the rooftops.
She wasn't really expecting company, but then, the only company she tended to run into up here were all friendlies. She didn't make herself difficult to find.
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And, as it turns out, that person isn't too far away. Her face lights up when she spots a familiar caped figure, and M'gann dives towards the roofs. "Batgirl, hang on a second! I've been looking for you." Oh, she's in full on grins now, as she pulls up and has the container held out as an offering of sorts.
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"Yeah? What's up?" She hesitantly reached out to take the box, not entirely sure if they were intended for her, or why.
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And as she says that, a little telekinetic nudge pries the lid off as M'gann holds the container forward. And presents a full set of sugar and frosted cookies...Specially bat-emblem shaped. It took some work to form a cookie cutter into the right shape, but she looks well proud of what she's accomplished. (And...She may have discreetly taste tested one or two, back at her apartment before setting out.)
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"Oh, thanks! You made these yourself?" She turned and found a seat on the rim of the roof, setting the cookies in her lap and popping one immediately into her mouth."
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"There's some nice treats here, but nothing quite like what I could find back at home. I wanted to try making those, see how they turned out."
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Finally she swallowed, and could properly show her appreciation.
"These are awesome! Where'd you get the cookie cutter? Even in Gotham they only sell them around Halloween."
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Not that it was too hard; the Dark Knight being one of the most iconic heroes broadcasted to Mars, after all. She knew that symbol almost by heart, if not quite as well as the S-shield...Or her Uncle J'onn's emblem, which she glanced down to look at on her own costume.
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"So hey, how've you been?"
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"Good! It's not the same as home at all, but I'm getting by. Handshakes, that sort of thing...Maybe even a few hugs. And there's always a little crime fighting in the evening, though there's not a lot of it here, compared to other places." Read, Gotham. "I can manage, though...Even if it's a little different without the Team." Or a lot different, as the case may be.
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"Hey," she offered suddenly, "if you ever want to spar or something, I've got a bit of free time on my hands these days." She gestured vaguely to the otherwise empty rooftop, indicating how she had plenty of time to sit and enjoy a box of cookies.
"If Red ever starts feeling a little less competitive we could invite her too." Steph didn't like to feel like she was competing, though she often did. She made a point of avoiding the sensation whenever possible, choosing instead to act as though she felt no need to compete.
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M'gann glances at the tray for a moment, wondering if she should bring up that she made some cookies for 'Red Batgirl' (as M'gann has started to call her, internally) as well. But, quick enough, she decides not to pursue that thought beyond nodding in agreement.
"...Might be good to get back to that, actually. When I meet Black Canary again, I don't...You know, don't want to disappoint her?" She'd already done that once, before. Slacking off from practice wasn't something M'gann wanted to add to her list.
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"I didn't know Canary was training the Titans. She's one of the best, you know."
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There's still plenty of things about the League and the heroing world at large that she doesn't know about, after all.
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"You know, Robin, Kid Flash, the team?"
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"Robin and Kid Flash are on the team, yeah. Along with Aqualad, Artemis, and Superboy...Oh! And Zatanna, too; she's sort of a new member, but she's still part of the team." She's babbling now, M'gann knows, and tries to bring her words back on track. "And we are all teens...I just never heard 'Titans' on the end of that. I mean, if you're talking about my team?"
She points to herself as she says that, complete with index finger and half nibbled cookie in her hand.
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"I guess not. I don't even know who Artemis is and Zatanna is twice my age."
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"Right; hello, Megan. Should've remembered the whole 'different worlds' possibility." She speaks out loud, leaving her cookie floating in the air as she smacks her palm against her forehead.
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M'gann finds herself snatching that cookies back out of the air, and nibbling at it again to keep any nervous jitters out of her stomach. "What...Did you read?" She's not fully sure she WANTS to know the answer to that, but there it is out in the open anyway.
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"I may have... gone through most of the files for Young Justice, the Teen Titans, and the Birds of Prey. Just, you know, in my spare time." She had wanted to know more, wanted to be a part of their teams and lives. And maybe in a small way she wanted to be like Tim, knowing everything all the time.
"I was supposed to be studying all of the files when I was training as Robin, but I honestly forgot a whole lot of it." In her defense, the studying had been almost immediately followed by physical and emotional trauma and then a year in Africa thinking about literally anything else.
"Speed reading, you know, you only pick up so much."
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Her voice switches to sincerity on the last, and M'gann relaxes a little. So there doesn't appear to be anything about her...Or an alternate version of her, at least. That's a relief; she can even start tasting the sugar in the cookie now, and lets her toes curl in the empty air.
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"No reason a girl couldn't do it, except that we tend not to put up with Batman's crap. He really hates it when people don't crumble under his disapproving stare." That was her story and she was sticking to it. It made her feel a little less like a failure and a little more like the independent young woman she had worked so very hard to grow in to.
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"Y-yeah, but," something to say WITHOUT tripping over every word, ideally. "But you're...You're doing fine now, right? I mean, look at you! Taking care of crime like it's not problem...Not that it is with you or anything." She's about ready to just try frantically gesturing, and only just manages to instead push herself off the edge of the building so she can float in front of Batgirl, trying to give her the most earnest look possible.
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At least, it probably isn't... He couldn't possibly be that sexist, could he?
"Yeah," she finally answered with a smile, "that's me, kicking ass and taking names. Batgirl is much more my style anyway. Less primary colors, more purple." She tugs the edge of her cape out from under her to show M'gann the purple lining. It's almost but not quite eggplant.
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With that initial jolt of panic gone, she manages to float a little easier in the air...And is left wondering if she should try a change in conversation. Or at least bring up something else to keep it on a more even keel, when it comes to talking about mentors and names.
"I didn't...Completely follow in my uncle's footsteps either, I guess. At least not when it comes to names; though Uncle J'onn did help me with figuring out a costume." She lets her own cape float in the wind as she says that. Maybe it isn't a perfect mirror, but she did pull a lot of inspiration from him.
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"You don't say," she intoned sarcastically, though not cruelly. The costume was essentially identical to Martian Manhunter's, in much the way that Batgirl was essentially identical to Batman.
"Hey, so, if you're from an alternate universe, are you actually J'onn's niece?" She figured now was a good time to ask, and it would give the girl an opportunity to straight up lie if she wanted to. It wasn't as though it was particularly important in the grand scheme of things.
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"Of…Of course I'm his niece. He's my uncle through my mother. I know he has…Four hundred other nieces on Mars, but we are related." It's one of the few things about her family that she can be proud of, after all. M'gann hugs at her arms as she speaks, scared of what she needs to ask now.
"Why did you ask?"
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"I wasn't going to say anything in front of Red, but like I said, I read your file. In my universe you're not related."
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"But...Thank you for not saying anything? Until now, I mean. Thanks, though." But at the same time it's hard to quash that nervous feeling fluttering around in her stomach and chest. What ELSE did she read from that file? There's the temptation to reach out with her thoughts and try scanning, to find out for herself.
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