SuperMartian One-Shots

Betrothed (PART THREE)

Connor moaned as he woke up. His eyesight was blurry, but his nose was picking up a distinctly pungent smell as something dragged him along. Finally, they stopped. His face hit the floor, and he heard the fuzzing of electricity, feeling and smelling the static in the air around him. Then something began to lick his face.

"Wolf?" Connor blinked, and his vision cleared. Standing over him was Wolf, who was licking his face, and the rest of the team. Well, almost the entire team.

"Where are Batgirl, Tigress, and Bumblebee?" He asked.

"Probably doing a better job of hiding from the Martian guards than we did," Mal sighed, his helmet resting on his lap.

"It doesn't matter," Connor sighed, falling on his back and draping his arm over his eyes. "M'gann wouldn't listen to me. She's going to be marrying that Glurdle-Guurda- G- whatever his name is, at sunset. She has to. For Mars."

"No, she does not." Connor looked up at Kaldur, slowly taking his friend's hand and standing.

"It's all a scam," Robin said.

"The swamp fleet is all a bunch of robots, just like the drones that attacked us!" La'gaan said.

"The guards stopped me and Kid before we could show it to the civillians," Jaime apologized, "But get this, their technology is built to mimic the Reach's!"

"Guess reality shows aren't the only television signals the Martians like." Bart snorted.

"J'sonn's basically selling M'gann to that swamp thing in exchange for this gem that enhances his powers! He's gonna use it to rule Mars with an iron grip, and then he's gonna invade Earth too!" Cassie shouted.

Gar threw his arms around Connor. "We gotta save her!"

Connor glared at the energy field that trapped them. "We will, Gar, just as soon as I find a way to get us out of this."

The team was silent, examining the walls, the field, anything, for a weak spot that would get them out of that cell.

Robin supposed he was still woozy from being taken out by Gluurdleskletccchhhhhhhah's mucus, otherwise he was losing his grip. But honestly, it happened every time he was captured, so he had expected it to happen this time.

"You know, they didn't take away my utility belt." He said.

"You what?" Bart asked.

Tim held up a could explosive discs, planting them on the floor by the cell generators.  "You know, my utility belt. The thing that lets us escape?"

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J'onn smiled at his neice as she looked at herself in the mirror, her off-white skin matching the dress she had shifted into, the one Megan's aunt had worn to her wedding on the TV show, where Megan and her friends promised to help frazzled and busy Aunt Diana plan the best wedding ever. The sleeves went a little past her wrists, made completely of lace. They attached to the bust of the dress and the skirt, which was made of silk. Such a creation would be too expensive and almost impossible to get the finances for, unless you were Bruce Wayne or a Martian shapeshifter.

"I have never seen a more beautiful bride." J'onn told M'gann. He offered M'gann the ceremonial headdress, placing it atop her short locks.

Though the situation was less than ideal, J'onn had to smile at M'gann, his neice, his sidekick. She had matured a great deal in the past five years, quickly surpassing any Martian in psychic skill. She had fought battles and learned things that few Martians did. She was abused and tortured as a child, but she continued to be one of the most positive, supportive people he knew. J'onn knew that the day he found her snuck aboard his ship was more than fate. And he remained ever so grateful that he had allowed her to come with him to Earth.