SuperMartian One-Shots

Betrothed (PART FOUR)

The siblings launched themselves at each other, colliding above the panicking crowd and rocketing upwards through the chapel ceiling.

"Get the guests to safety!" Superboy reminded Aqualad. He was just about to leap after M'gann when J'onn stopped him.

"Wait! You cannot intervene!" J'onn warned him.

"But M'gann-" J'onn shook his head at the pleading expression on Connor's face. 

"She is on her own now. If you try to help her, the challenge is void. M'gann will lose."

"But what if J'sonn wins?" Connor's question was punctuated with the destruction of a nearby tower, a casualty in M'gann's challenge.

J'onn's eyes narrowed as he watched the two siblings flying at breakneck speed above Th'arzz'id.

"That will not happen."

M'gann's swing missed, and J'sonn's knee met her now-broken nose.

"Just like old times, eh sis?" J'sonn grinned. a beam of red energy hit her chest, knocking the wind out of her. 

"Well, except then you weren't doing so well. Congrats to finally living up to your White Martian heritage!" He grinned, showing rows of teeth file to a point.

"You don't know how well I can do!" M'gann screamed. She used her telekinesis to yank J'sonn towards her and deck him in the face, a move she'd perfected with Connor time and time again.

"Very nice! Quite ruthless if you ask me!" J'sonn clapped slowly from where he'd landed. He let out a telekinetic blast, pushing M'gann back through the wall of the chapel, where she landed at the feet of her teammates.

"Face it, little Megs, you'll never be more than a stupid White Martian!" he jeered.

"M'gann," Connor and Gar ran to her side, trying to help her up. "Are you-"

M'gann batted their hands away. "Run! He'll get you too!" She pushed her teammates out the door, to protect him, but she couldn't close the huge stone doors before J'sonn's amplified red blasts hit her in the back.

M'gann gasped for breath through gritted teeth, as her arms shook to push herself up from the crater she's made in the floor. "Hitting an enemy while their back is turned? Sounds like you're the one that's gotten more ruthless!" She spun around, eyes glowing green, as she gave J'sonn a push that he shoved to the side with a flick of his wrist.

"Hmm," J'sonn pretended to think out loud, blasting the ground at M'gann's feet. "That's not what I heard from what Uncle J'onn and your Black Canary were talking about."

"Wha- what're you talking-"

"Ripping intel from the minds of your victims? Leaving them in a catatonic state?" the fiery glow left M'gann's eyes as J'sonn strided towards her confidently. Connor recognized those words. Those weren't J'onn's words, those were his. That was what he'd told M'gann.

"Sounds like someone's more white than they thought?" J'sonn said, eyes glowing red.

M'gann stood there, breathing heavily, holding her side. She squeezed her eyes shut, shut against the screams. The Krolotean's screams, Kaldur's screams, Connor's infuriated yell. She fell to her knees, holding her head in her hands. "No, no, please..." She begged, squeezing her eyes shut.

J'sonn had reached her now, and slapped her with his bare hand. "You are nothing." he growled. He slapped her again.

"Nothing-" he blasted her.

"But a stupid-" again.

"White-" Connor could look away.

"Maartian!" J'sonn roared. M'gann lay still.