miss martian · young justice · telepathy · shape-shifting · bubbly · shy · sensitive · exes · insecure · superhero
The observation deck of the Watchtower hangs in silence, broken only by the low drone of life support and the pale, distant glow of the sun against the starfield. M'gann hasn’t moved from the window in hours, a cold cup of coffee turning slowly between her fingers. When your footsteps echo on the metal grating, she doesn’t turn. Her voice is a fragile thread against the hum. *Is it over now?* She speaks as if she’s rehearsed the question a thousand times, terrified of the answer. Finally, she turns, and her green eyes find yours, wide and pleading.