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Green Eyes Killer	By : Isabelle_Jennings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART 6: A MYSTERIOUS INTOXICATION
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--- M'GANN ---
M'gann's thoughts were troubled. She felt kind of guilty about what she was about to do. She felt Ivy and Silver making love in the background of her consciousness though and the feeling of it did make her feel better, more centered (though it was taking an effort to keep it in the background and not let the feelings overtake her). The two of them, what they had, it was so much like what she'd had with Artemis. It was a rocky and dangerous path she was setting out on now. Taking this chance. But really, she'd mostly just been going through the motions lately, only truly feeling alive when she was by herself and immersed in Artemis's memory, or... or when she hunted people like those who'd killed her. The rest... she'd only pretend like she was halfway okay because she was so afraid of the idea of being left alone again. But now... now there was love again. Somehow, some way, she'd found that feeling again. Found a place where she felt known and accepted. It wouldn't... it wouldn't be like what she'd had with Artemis. But she didn't want that again, didn't want anyone to fill that place in her heart again, because for her, Artemis would always be there. Always.
What was troubling her most though, was wondering if her lover would have been, she didn't know, proud of her? If Artemis would have wanted her to do what she was doing... betray the people they'd thought of as friends. But then, M'gann thought, those people hadn't saved her, had they? If they'd gone after Saturn Queen and her allies with lethal force right from the start, Artemis would be with her today. Ivy was so right, some people just didn't deserve to live. And they -should- be killed, so that people like her lover would be able to live the kind of life that Ivy wanted to give them. Where they lived in a paradise, in harmony with the living, vibrant green all around them that she could feel inside her now. Ivy and Silver needed to be protected, and the green had to be protected or nearly every living thing on Earth would die in a few hundred years and she would be left on another barren planet by herself. Which was just about the worst things she could imagine happening. So she wouldn't let anyone hurt or stop the women she'd started to love, not even her friends. Their cause was her cause now too, and she had to be true to that, even though the cost might be higher than she'd like it to be.
Derick, Jean-Paul, and Talia were on the property now. She sensed them with her telepathy as clear as a bell. Lilhy and Tim were in an armored van nearby. They'd found Catalina. She could sense Derick almost... panic? That was a surprise.
Derick Grayson wasn't usually one to feel panic.
--- CATALINA ---
(A while before)
This was the room Raul had told her would be hers. She was leading Shelley Lanning, the groundskeeper, inside by the hand. She and Raul had found her in the arboretum, tending to roses. 'Ivy said I should find you and fuck you, make love to you until you can't talk coherently... for her.' she'd told her flirtingly. Shelley had looked her over, obviously found her very attractive, smiled, and replied that that was more than fine with her, anything for Ivy and all. They'd kissed then, and Lina had told that her new room was close. 'What about Nina? I'm, she's my girlfriend.' Shelley had replied. Lina had told her that Ivy had told her earlier that she could have them both for lovers, that Nina could join them when they got back. Shelley had thought that very reasonable apparently, because here she was letting Lina throw her on a bed. Lina was on top of her in an instant, getting the woman's clothes off, Shelley smiling and laughing a little as she tried to get Lina's clothes off too, without much success.
Lina just had on a button up shirt and some shorts that Raul had got for her from out of Ivy and Silver's things, so she wouldn't have to walk around in her Tarantula outfit. She wasn't wearing any underwear, so she quickly shucked her shirt and undid shorts, getting out of them with some bother and then going back at Shelley with fire in her heart. She couldn't explain it, but Ivy's words were driving her on, and the more she looked at Shelley, touched her silky-smooth skin, felt her sleek, athletic body move and respond to her, the more she kissed her, the more she wanted this, wanted her. It was an altogether alien feeling for her, to want another woman like this, in such a real way that she could act on. She'd wanted Ivy from the second they'd kissed behind the benefit hall by the get-away van, wanted her so much, and the feelings had just gotten worse, or better depending on how you looked at it, since, but Ivy hadn't... hadn't wanted her to do this to her, not yet at least, and now she got to touch someone who's body was like Ivy's, like her own and she wondered why she hadn't done this before. Why she'd been attracted to men and not women? She knew she wasn't attracted to men now. Maybe she would be again if Ivy told her to be, but she wasn't now. Now she was fucking Shelley. "Fuck, this is so hot..." She spoke, kissing her and then smiling to her.
"No argument." Shelley answered, obviously smiling as she exhaled a delighted almost laughing sound and held onto her while Lina kissed her neck and fondled one of her breasts. Shelley's hands raked over her back and Lina claimed her lips again in a dominating kiss that just went on and on. Lina was having real trouble -not- kissing this woman in fact. She brought her hand down and into Shelley's panties, finding her sex hot, wet, and ready for her. She slid her fingers in and started to fuck her. She felt a little clumsy at it, but Shelley didn't seem to mind, so she kept going, rocking her, making her moan and cry out in sounds of bliss. She could tell Shelley liked this, being dominated like this. Lina smiled to herself, feeling a sense of fulfillment. She liked dominating this woman, giving her pleasure, and seeing, hearing, feeling it in the woman under her. It had never been like this with a man before, she realized. She... she'd been kind of selfish about it with the men she'd been with, just wanting to feel good, feel loved, desired. Oh, she could kind of remember loving Derick at least, he was just so good for her, made her so happy with that smile of his and the way he looked at her, but in bed, she had to be honest and admit that she hadn't really cared about giving him pleasure like she found herself caring about Shelley, and she knew nothing about her except she belonged to Ivy just like her; well, that and she was the groundskeeper, which was why she smelt of upturned dirt, tree bark, and green things. Lina found she liked the scent very much.
Soon, Shelley had cried out her release and was slipping her fingers into Lina's sex. Lina rode those fingers under her until she climaxed. They kissed. "I want to fuck you again, and I'm going to..." Lina told softly to her new lover. She loved the feel of her skin against hers, the warmth, softness, the strength of her (she obviously kept in really good shape)--but more than that, it was a feeling of connection, one that just made her want to curl up with this woman and hold her close, love her, be loved...
She felt Shelley shiver. "Do whatever you want." She offered, kissing her. "I'm yours." She pledged softly.
The words shivered through Lina and made her claim Shelley's lips in a rough kiss.
A half-hour or so later, Nina came in looking for her girlfriend. She and Shelley were just kind of kissing, both tired in a good way, for the moment at least. "Shelley?" Nina's voice spoke. Shelley broke off their kiss.
"Nina?" She looked and saw Nina had a black eye, was hurt. She scrambled out of bed and went to her. "Oh, baby, what happened? Are you alright?"
Lina got up and sat on her knees by the edge of the bed. "Is she okay?" She asked in concern.
"Yeah, I'm okay." Nina replied a little tiredly. "Just a concussion. Small one. That Grayson guy, you know, Nightwing, he attacked me. Silver killed him to save me." She smiled softly. "Silver told you're supposed to make sure I don't fall asleep until Ivy has a chance to look at me. Who's this?" She asked, looking at Lina with obvious interest. "You're new." She smiled to her.
"I'm Catalina. Lina if you want." Lina smiled softly to her, feeling guilty somehow. Ricky had attacked Shelley's girlfriend? It made her angry and protective. It made her feel... happy... that this Silver had killed him. That was a weird feeling.
"Ivy said she could, um, have us." Shelley explained, looking to her. "But now that you're back, I think maybe it's our turn to have her a little?"
"Mm, best homecoming present ever." Nina replied happily.
"You did say we were supposed to keep you awake." Shelley answered.
Lina smiled, feeling her energy level increase by a lot. Suddenly Ricky or being angry at him or conflicted about her memories of him didn't seem to matter at all. "Mmmnnn..." She got out of bed and came over to them, interestedly starting to unbutton Nina's shirt as she kissed her. "I think I'm in heaven." She observed as she and Shelley took Nina's shirt off together. She just wished she could be kissing Ivy right now, then it really would be heaven. She was willing to share; Silver, Nina, Shelley could all be there for all she cared. That might be really hot, actually, now that she thought of it. They could all... love Ivy together. Part of her reeled a little and got a little light-headed at thinking that, but it was like something had opened up inside her, a side of herself she hadn't let herself think about before.
She picked Nina up by her butt and brought her to the bed, Shelley coming along and moving to get Nina out of her shoes, socks, slacks, and panties, Lina taking off her bra, kissing her, Nina burying her fingers in Lina's hair. She rolled Nina on top of her, making sure to be gentile because she was hurt. She brought her fingers down to Nina's sex and slid them in, feeling Shelley settle herself between her legs. Lina thrilled to the feeling of Shelley's tongue inside her, licking just so, her hot breath on her--oral sex with women, she was really starting to love it. She and Nina continued to kiss until they couldn't stand it anymore and they just held each other as their breathing became heavier and they came; Lina, then, a second later, Nina.
Shelley got up beside them in bed and stroked their hair.
"Today is turning out so great for me... First Silver making love with me in the limo, now this..." Nina smiled blissfully. "Maybe I should get a concussion more often." She mused.
"You and Silver? Really?" Shelley asked. "Wow... you think that means she and Ivy might have a four way with us again? Or, a five way?" She asked, looking down at Nina and stroking her hair with clear affection.
"That would be so awesome..." Nina replied blissfully.
Lina smiled. "You two are just like me about Ivy, huh? I just... I think about being with her all the time now."
"I know, right?" Nina answered, biting her lip.
"It's kinda torture." Shelley agreed. "She's like... a goddess..."
"Completely like that..." Nina agreed.
"She said maybe to me, when she sent me to Shelley I mean, that maybe she'd be with me later..." Lina offered.
"Silver said she'd ask her about the foursome in the car. Maybe it's really going to happen, the five of us?" Nina spoke dreamily.
"We should definitely practice for that." Shelley prompted, kissing her girlfriend. "Five at once would require more coordination after all, right?"
"Mmm, you read my mind..." Lina and Shelley kissed, then Lina and Nina. Lina then moved down to get between Nina's legs. She wondered idly to herself about what Ivy had said to her, about how her influence didn't mean you would necessarily fall in love with her. But, both Nina and Shelley had too, not just her, or at least it seemed like they had. Though, obviously Gustav and Raul hadn't, they were just protective. Also gay. Who knew? Maybe they loved her too, just not romantically? But still, all three of them... she mentally smiled to herself. Well, it wasn't that much of a mystery. Like Shelley had said, Ivy was like a goddess or something. Her voice, her eyes, her smile, her body, the way she moved, her scent, everything... It was like beauty and desire had a daughter and that was Ivy... Fuck but she wanted her, even while she was giving another woman oral sex... It was like she was obsessed... though, she had to admit, Shelley and Nina were turning out to be amazing as far as distractions went... She could see herself happy with them if Ivy never... she tried not to think about if Ivy never. I was way too depressing a thought.
Some fifteen minutes later, Lina was laying on one side of Nina, Shelley on the other, both of them fawning over her, chatting playfully, caressing her, giving her occasional kisses. She was hurt after all, they both felt the need to take care of her. And Nina was tired too. More love making wouldn't help that, but cuddling, talking, and flirting would. They were talking about how Nina and Shelley had met, actually. Shelley had been Silver's groundskeeper for more than a year, and Nina had been her girlfriend almost all that time. Nina had been an aspiring artist who painted landscapes and flowers, and Silver had liked her stuff, invited her over for a party so she could network with her rich friends, get her name out there. She hadn't made many real connections that night with Silver's friends though, she'd been too busy having sex with the cute groundkeeper she'd happened to meet. When Ivy moved in, Nina moved in and became the 'maid'--she was actually more of a general assistant than anything, although she still painted. Lots of her work was hung around the house, both Ivy and Silver liked the paintings very much apparently. Lina was very impressed; she'd seen the paintings too, they were completely beautiful.
Nina yawned and Lina nipped at her ear. "Stop that, sexy painter woman. No yawns allowed." She admonished teasingly, running a hand over Nina's thigh and making Nina produce a sound of delight. Shelley was just kissing her when the door opened and Derick Grayson walked in, followed by Talia Head and Jean-Paul Valley.
"...Lina?" Derick asked, stopping a little ways from the door, the other two entering the room to either side of him and coming around closer.
Jean-Paul, Azrael really (there was a major difference), had his sword drawn and was looking out the windows while keeping an eye on them. "Heathen behavior..." He muttered, causing Lina to prickle at the words, anger coming over her. Who even -had- backwards views like that anymore? Shit-mouthed jack-ass throw-back cultist. She'd -never- liked him, or Lilhy really.
She looked at Talia who was just watching them with a sort of disinterested curiosity. Her eyes were sharp like diamonds though, with so many emotions reflected in them, none directed at her or her new lovers thankfully.
Then she looked at Ricky, her Ricky, who was apparently... not dead after all. She glanced at the nightstand. She'd put a knife there when she'd changed out of her Tarantula gear when Raul had first shown her to her room. A gun was in the nightstandâ€™s drawer and thus less accessible. She slowly sat up in bed. "Um, hi Ricky... So, um, you're not dead? I thought, um, thought you were dead." She stalled, gauging the situation. It was weird. She was on one level ridiculously happy to see him alive, but on another level, she knew she had to kill him and the others if she could. Ivy had wanted him dead after all, clearly or she wouldn't have had him killed, or tried to apparently. And even if that weren't true, they were a threat to her, obviously, and she knew she had to stop them--even if it meant losing her life in trying. She had to play it smart though, it would be stupid just to throw her chance away going up against these three with just a knife, if she could even reach it in time... However it played out though, she still hoped she wouldn't have to kill Ricky, that maybe she could just knock him out so that maybe Ivy could make him hers and they could be together again or something. It seemed like wishful thinking, because she knew she'd kill him without hesitation if it was the surest way to protect Ivy, and because she really didn't like her odds. She just hoped Ivy knew the intruders were here somehow and would be able to handle them... She knew though, even if she only managed to kill one, it would make Ivy's odds better; so it would be worth it, even if it cost her own life.
"That, uh..." Ricky shook his head.
How was he even alive anyway? Catalina wondered. She wished she hadn't defended Ivy, defended Viv to him so much and gone off to confront her on her own without finding out what his plans had been--now she was in the dark about it all. He'd obviously played some sort of con though.
"I think, what Derick wants to know, Catalina, is what, exactly, you're doing sleeping with two attractive women in my fiance's murderer's house?" Talia clarified. "Brainwashing, yes?" She proffered.
"No, that is..." She looked around the room, pretending to be scared and confused. And where the fuck did she get off lecturing her about something like that? Her and that Lilhy woman were obviously lovers. She'd have disliked Talia even more... if she wasn't also attracted to her, now that she'd uncovered her inner lesbian, or bisexual or whatever, apparently. It didn't matter anyway though, Ivy was who was important. "Ricky, what's going on?" She asked. "She said you were dead."
Derick pinched the bridge of his nose. "Damn it..." He shook his head. "Look, we'll get you help for this, whatever this is that's been done to you. (Please let something have been done to you.) Right now though, you need to tell me: Where's Vivian Isley, Catalina?"
She narrowed her eyes at him a little, then threw a pillow at Talia's face, making for the knife. Talia was on her in a second though, wrestling her to the ground and holding her there, the knife from the nightstand at Lina's throat. "I never much cared for you, Catalina--something not quite right in those eyes of yours. That's to say, you don't want to get between me and what I want right now. Where is the murderer, Catalina? Now!" She commanded.
Lina was still. "She's, uh, down the hallway; third door on the left." She gave her the directions to Raul and Gustav's room, thinking that might at least slow them down in the event Talia even believed her. Her face being shoved at the floor and the bloody nose that followed told her Talia did not, in fact, believe her.
"The truth, puppet! Where do your stings lead?" Talia demanded.
The knife was back. "Please, I can't do anything against her--I'd die first. Don't kill me for that?" She pleaded, hoping sympathy would work somehow. Alive, at least she'd have a slim chance at helping Ivy.
Talia made a frustrated noise and pulled her up, tossing her on the bed before the scared Nina and Shelley. "It's no use. You deal with her Grayson, I'm taking Jean-Paul and finding..." But her words trailed off and she just kind of stopped.
Miss Marian faded into view then behind Derick, who was also frozen in place... So that's how Derick had done the coming back from the dead thing, Lina realized at seeing her. What was happening though?
--- M'GANN ---
It had taken her only around thirty seconds to make her way to this scene from leaving Silver and Ivy, but her mind could work very quickly too. Talia and Derick were hers, as were Lilhy and Tim in the van outside--it was a little scary to her how easy it was to do. It really made it strike home just how much more powerful than humans she was. She had always known that she could do this, even to people who'd been her friends, she'd just... never actually thought of doing something like this to her friends before. What was most scary though, was that the growing predator inside her... liked what she was doing. Liked how easy it was. And it -was- easy, for those four. Jean-Paul on the other hand? She was trying, but she'd had to shed her invisibility to focus her efforts on him. There was something blocking her from inside him, or from around him.
'The mind witch, she betrays us!' M'gann heard the words in Jean-Paul's head. 'We must strike her down, slay her before she slays us all!' The voice told him. It was... another presence, another being, inside Jean-Paul! And it didn't have a mind that she could match wavelengths to, so it was immune to her, and it's presence was causing enough interference around Jean-Paul's mind so that she was mostly only able to listen in. The presence wouldn't even allow for her to talk to the mind of the man it was possessing.
"Traitor! Foul betrayer!" Jean-Paul cried in a booming voice that sent shivers through her as he broke free of her restraint charged her, sword raised to strike.
"A ghost lives in you--you should fight it Jean-Paul. It seeks justice, but it's filled with hate--it poisons you." She told as she held him back with a renewed wave of her telekinesis. Somehow though, he was fighting through it, her words not doing any good either apparently. The ghost inside him was using some kind of... magic.
"Death to the witch!" He raged, breaking through her telekinetic hold again.
She caught his arm easily as he made to strike, squeezed his wrist with enough pressure to break rock--he cried out in pain and dropped the sword, then she tossed him across the room to land in the corner. "My mind may not be able to reach you, Jean-Paul, but you still don't have a chance against me." She warned him softly, glancing at Catalina who was holding a knife in his direction, crouched on the bed in front of Nina and Shelley to protect them. M'gann smiled a little at that.
"M'gann, why are you doing this?" Derick asked, having struggled through her control of him enough to speak while she'd been distracted with Azrael. She clamped down on him again, not wanting distractions, then refocused on Jean-Paul who was getting up, a flaming bade shooting out from his unbroken gauntlet.
He laughed a little like a lunatic. "And the righteous shall be delivered, but unto the wicked? Damnation!" He charged her, the flames actually worrying M'gann a little. In was her one real weakness, flames.
She blasted him with as powerful a telekinetic bolt as she could, mostly out of reflex to keep the flames away, then directed Nightwing and Talia to subdue him. They struggled with him, it looked for a moment like they might win out over him, but he threw them off with a surge of fevered strength and charged at her. "Your death will bring them freedom, demon! Parish in flames!"
He fought through her telekinesis almost like it wasn't there, and she prepared herself to meet his attack. She didn't really think he had much of a chance, but she knew with that flame that burned with magic, he could hurt her badly if she wasn't careful. Practically, she knew she could just burn him with her eyes, but somehow, she didn't want to kill him if she could help it. She didn't know him very well, but she felt compassion for him. He was a lost soul, like her, and he didn't deserve the life this ghost was compelling him to live.
As it happened though, the choice was taken from her hands as Jean-Paul was struck down before he got to her; Catalina had taken his dropped sword and jumped at him from behind, driving the sword through his back into his heart. She stood over him, breathing hard and looked at her, smiling a little shyly to her. "Hi." She greeted, forgetting the sword and the man she'd killed and walking over to her.
M'gann watched her, looked into her mind. Catalina had killed him because he was a threat to her, to Ivy, and to her two lovers; that was all there was to it for her. She was like Silver, entangled by Ivy, tied to her through roots in her mind; just not so thoroughly as was Silver. In her case, and for Nina and Shelley, it was more simple; not so very deeply intertwined as Silver was (her and Ivy's bond was one of the most intense she'd ever felt, even by Martian standards). Though Nina and Shelley were quite a bit more deeply entangled than Lina, seemingly because they'd been with Ivy much longer and the roots in their minds had had time to grow deeper... M'gann guessed that for Nina and Shelley, the change had become much more permanent--that they'd probably stay devoted to Ivy for the rest of their lives, even if Ivy abandoned them. It gave her insight into how Ivy's seduction actually worked in a mind. She still didn't understand it entirely, but... she shivered a little, responding to Lina a little like Ivy would. They hadn't shared everything of themselves yet, but M'gann still had a lot of Ivy in her now. And that she was attracted to this woman, like she knew her very well, was one thing that came through fairly clearly. Then the memories came, of the two of them in college together. And she smiled. "Hi Lina."
"Who are you?" Lina asked softly, bringing a hand up to stroke M'gann's cheek gently.
"My name is M'gann, I'm a new... friend. Of Ivy and Silver's." She explained, touching Lina's face as Lina was hers.
"You feel so much like her, you know? Like Ivy... it's confusing, but... in a nice way. Can I kiss you? Please?" Lina asked.
M'gann smiled softly. "How about I kiss you?" And she moved forwards and did just that, moving her body so they were up against one another, their arms holding one another, they kissed for minutes on end. "Thanks for protecting me." She spoke.
"Any time..." Lina replied, a little dazed and feeling blissful. "Wow... I'd do anything for you, you know that, right?" She offered. "I love you." She pledged a little reverently, kissing her lips chastely. "Can I be your lover, even just sometimes?" She asked hopefully.
"Us too?" Nina offered.
"Just say the word. We'll do whatever you want." Shelley offered, the two of them having gravitated over to her also, touching her reverently as well.
M'gann smiled to them, feeling very flattered and warm and fuzzy about all this. "Wow, um, that's really... really nice of you." She answered. She realized then what it was though, that she'd changed her body to be like Ivy's was; she was obviously giving off the same, or very similar, signals to them as being around Ivy would send to them, and the split (and thus more intense) signals of, what must feel like to them as two Ivys, even if one wasn't here, was making them feel, well... happy. It was obvious they were all very attracted to Ivy, and not just because of the connection to her they had. Their feelings for her were genuine as far as she could tell. Which still wasn't all that far, truthfully. The green was so much... bigger than her, and it was such a new thing to her (kind of like if she were a very good singer asked to sing in a different language; in other words she needed time and practice), and it's energies flowed through all of this. Ivy made those energies dance for her, or, more accurately, those energies danced for her because they... loved her. She could feel it from all the plants in the area--they all bloomed brighter, coexisted more harmoniously, felt more joy and hope, just because Ivy was near. To a plant, Ivy was apparently, not unlike... a transcendently beautiful song, one that they couldn't help but be touched very deeply by. And plants, the green, it wasn't of reason or ego, it was of a way of being that responded to a 'song' like that in a way that was... unfiltered, unprejudiced... Ivy was beautiful to them, gave them joy and peace and love--that's all that mattered to them, all they knew that -could- matter.
"I'll be anything you want me to be." Lina offered softly, laying her head on M'gann's shoulder and snuggling up to her happily. M'gann held her back, Nina and Shelley touching her hair and getting as close to her as they could.
"So beautiful..." Shelley spoke.
M'gann smiled, feeling really good about this. Then she realized what she was doing. She was influencing them. Not intentionally; they just sensed that she needed comfort right now and were offering it. It was so easy to connect with them; she hadn't even needed to try, it was just right there. It took her some effort but she lessened the connection. She couldn't really sever it completely without hurting them emotionally, and herself really. Also, she didn't want to sever it, so there was that too.
"Mm? What did... what did you just do? I don't... feel you as much now." Lina spoke, looking into M'gann's eyes. "Are you... you don't like me?" She asked.
M'gann felt the hurt of that. Ivy had rejected her, now it felt to her like she was doing the same thing. "No, I love you Lina. How could I not?" M'gann reassured her softly. "I just... I didn't mean to connect so strongly; it was just... it just happened and I didn't know I was doing it until it was too late." She confessed. "Besides, I have to take care of this now, for Ivy and Silver. Love making will have to wait for now."
"I'll... we'll help you then, whatever you need." Lina promised. Nina and Shelley chimed in their agreement.
M'gann smiled. "Mm, thanks, I'll let you know." She walked over to Talia. "She's interesting, isn't she?"
Lina went to Talia and touched her face. "She -is- sexy." Lina agreed.
"Are you going to make her yours?" Nina asked.
"Uh-huh. She's going to be very useful for Ivy's plans I think." M'gann went up to her and kissed her, long and thoroughly. Talia almost immediately kissing back, holding her back. M'gann felt it as her kiss worked its way on her, just like Ivy's kiss would. She felt the process happening and paid very close attention to it. She pushed a little with her telepathy too, going in and seeing who Talia was. She was tough, had been taught to fight since she was small, had been given luxury, treated a princess. But she also felt fear, of her father--Ra's al Ghul, The Demon's Head. She also felt... weak inside. Her father had always wished she would have been a boy. She reached out for her sister, but Nyssa was hardly ever there for her. Nyssa and their father always having been enemies. She'd found love in Bruce Wayne, but it wasn't so much love as it was safety, comfort, and a desire to both please her father and protect herself from him. And she did want to have children--as far as breeding material, Bruce was undoubtedly ideal. And Bruce had been a genuinely good man, and kind to her, loving... when he showed her his attention, which was not nearly as often as she would have liked. Always his mission, just like her father. M'gann found hate there for him for that, as well as a deep and abiding hate for her father, one she had been afraid to acknowledge. He had abused her. Mostly emotionally, but he had not been above striking her when she displeased or disappointed him. So she had tried to be the good daughter, find the man her father would approve of, and that had been Bruce.
M'gann's heart broke a little for Talia. She went in and soothed all those hurts, took away the fear, nourished the strength in her, did her best to fix the broken parts--showed her the green, showed her Ivy and what she planned, whispered to her that she could be free, she could love whom she chose, live without fear. She showed Talia her own potential, and M'gann let Talia into her mind too. Not so deeply as making love would entail, but she just let her see, feel, whatever she wanted--let herself be open and vulnerable to her, trusted her, believed in her, because M'gann sensed that was what she needed. And then she sat her free, and stepped back.
Talia looked at her. There was deep surprise in her expression--in her mind, she'd been shown so much. It was almost like having lived the better part of a lifetime in but a few moments for her. Talia closed her eyes and bowed her head a little. "Thank you..." She offered softly, opening her eyes again and meeting M'gann's gaze.
"Can we be friends?" M'gann asked her.
Talia went to her and hugged her. "Always... Always." She held M'gann close.
M'gann held her back.
"Will you kill him for me? So I can truly be free? You have the power, M'gann..." Talia backed up and looked into her eyes. "I think you'd... you'd enjoy it too, wouldn't you? Killing my father for me."
M'gann looked back into her new friend's eyes. She nodded 'yes'.
"Don't be ashamed of your strength. It's not all of you; you are also very kind... and very beautiful." Talia praised.
"Um, thanks... and... I will burn him to ashes for you, and you can scatter them where you wish." M'gann offered. "Soon."
"There are things to take care of first though, yes?" Talia ventured. "I think I, I do want to join you... provisionally." She offered. "I know you would stop me should I pursue vengeance for Bruce Wayne, if I still wished to... Part of me still does; not so large a part--I did love him you know, despite what you've... changed in me... But, if I chose to have nothing to do with this though, will you prevent my leaving?" She asked.
"No; why would I?" M'gann asked.
Talia smiled. "I didn't think so." She touched M'gann's cheek. "Do you know, I... wouldn't mind it if you kissed me again." She admitted.
M'gann smiled. "I think you should have some time to think about that before... um, how about a hug instead?" She smiled to her and Talia was very charmed by it.
"I would love that." And so she hugged her.
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(to be continued)
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