Chapter 9: A Wrath Remains in You
Neither Conner nor Morgan said a thing. They just looked at each other. Conner ran his hand through her hair and stroke her naked back. She laid on top of him, with her chin on her folded arms upon his chest. She had drowned in his deep, bright, blue eyes. Morgan stretched her neck and kissed him. God, she loved him so much. With her hands she run through his hair and he wrapped his arms around him. Morgan pressed herself closer to Conner, if that was even possible and moaned a bit. He wanted more, she could feel it. For a moment she backed off and looked at him. His raven black hair, his fierce blue eyes, his big strong arms. But beneath it, there was a heart that would die for her. Conner looked at her. Her red cheeks, her firm breasts, her beautiful brown hair, her intense green eyes. She would trade her soul for him. Gently he stroke her cheek with his hand. Morgan took his hand and kissed it. Slowly he pulled her back to his chest, wrapping her in his arms again. Kissing her soft lips. Suddenly the door swung open and the light switched on. Conner pulled the blankets up, to cover the naked body of Morgan, as she pressed herself against him.
'Ah, that explains,' Nightwing said in the doorway, 'I already heard some 'noises' last night.'
'Get out!' Conner said fierce.
'Feeling the "aster"?' Nightwing winked.
'Get the fuck out!' Conner yelled, while Morgan giggled.
'Yeah, yeah,' Nightwing smiled and wanted to leave, when suddenly Kid Flash showed up.
'Ohw, bad timing, I guess?' he said, looking at the couple.
'If you don't get the fuck out of here within three seconds,' Morgan felt his body yoke while Conner yelled, 'I will kill you.'
'Come on,' Nightwing said, 'I hope Batman doesn't know.'
'Not yet,' Conner said with a sharp undertone.
'Goodbye, lovers,' Kid Flash said and closed the door. Morgan looked at Conner and laughed.
'Relax,' she said, kissing him, 'I'll tell Bats it was my idea.'
'You can try,' he said wrapping his arms back around her.
'Batman to Superboy,' the voice of Batman echoed through the room.
'O God,' Conner sighed and threw his head back.
'Batman to Superboy. Report on the thirtieth floor within thirty minutes,' clearly Batman could not hear the reaction of Conner.
'He knows,' Conner said and looked at Morgan. She could not help it and smiled.
'We'll be fine,' she said and kissed his neck.
'I hope so,' he sighed.
'We will,' she promised, 'Or I'll freeze breath him to death.'
'You do that,' Conner laughed.
Still giggling, Morgan walked down the stairs. She was wearing one of Conner's Superboy T-shirts. She was bare legged, as if she wanted to challenge Batman even more. Conner walk next to her, holding her hand with a big smile on his face. When they reached the thirtieth floor, which was two floors under Conner's room, Morgan saw it was more like some large living room. Several superheroes saw them enter the room and looked a bit surprised. Morgan blushed and giggled on. Conner could hardly contain himself and tried not to laugh. They sat down on a couch and whispered some silly things to each other.
'Having fun?' a dark voice suddenly said. Batman sat down across them. Morgan tried not to laugh and bit her lip.
'Actually, yes,' Conner said and Morgan burst out in laugher.
'Don't mock me, boy,' the dark voice of Batman sounded impressive, 'You already broke several rules.'
'He?' Morgan said, 'He's not the one who let me in, Batman!'
'Yeah, what did I do wrong? Had some amazing sex?' Conner saw that behind Batman some superheroes tried not to laugh.
'Superboy,' Batman warned, 'you both know it is not aloud, for other people than members of the Justice League to enter this building. Not even Lois Lane has been in here.'
'Fair enough,' Morgan said and shrugged her shoulders.
'You have to leave,' Batman said, 'now.'
'I will,' she said, 'I just want to know why Con- I mean Superboy can stay here, but can't spend a night with me? I mean, whenever you need him, you can call him and he'll come.'
'Team spirit,' Batman simply said, 'He needs to be with his team, to be part of the team. Besides that, there is also daily training.'
'Right, and you're here twenty-four seven too?' Morgan dared him while she frowned.
'We can see how it works out,' Batman said, this girl had skills! 'But when I only see the smallest changes in the team because of that, he will return to the Tower at once.'
'Yes, sir,' Morgan saluted. Batman did not response and just walked away. Morgan looked at Conner and they began laughing again.
'So,' Wonder Woman walked up to them, 'you're the Morgan? Nice to meet you.'
'Nice to meet you,' Morgan said and shook the hand of Wonder Woman while she stood up.
Soon Morgan was introduced to several superheroes. She noticed almost everyone knew who she was. Conner had been telling them about her! Morgan had a fun time with the superheroes, until Superman showed up. Of course he completely agreed with Batman, as most of the time, and told Morgan to immediately pack her bags and leave. Conner wanted to protest, but Morgan took his hand and walked away.
'Ow, sorry,' Morgan said when she walked up against someone.
'Don't bother,' Red Arrow replied and smirked.
'Thank you,' she just smiled, 'Roy.'
'Thank you, indeed,' Conner said and shook his hand.
'It's the least I could do,' he shrugged, 'How was Bats?'
'Fine,' Morgan said, 'still figuring out how I got in.'
Around one o'clock Morgan kissed Conner goodbye and got in a cab. Around eight o'clock she stepped out and was home. The cabdriver did not know all the small roads Roy had used. She paid the men and walked to the farm. She felt she was still smiling and did not try to stop it. She was happy and everyone was aloud to know it! Wolf already ran to her when she entered the farm yard. She threw some stick he was holding away and walked into the house.
'I'm home,' she yelled.
'We're here,' she heard Jonathan call from the living room. She put her bag down in the hall, poured herself some water in a glass and sat down in the living room.
'So, how was your day?' Martha asked.
'Just fine,' she smiled and drank her water.
'Where have you been?' Jonathan asked.
'Watch Tower,' Morgan said soft.
'The Watch Tower!' Martha said amazed and stopped knitting, 'And Bruce allowed that?'
'No, he send me away,' Martha looked in her glass and giggled, 'I spend half of the day in a cab.'
'O, girl,' Jonathan sighed.
'What? It was totally worth it!' she smiled and jumped up, 'I'm getting a shower.'
'You do that,' Jonathan sighed, 'Crazy girl.'
'I love you,' Morgan said and kissed the two old people on their heads before she ran up the stairs. She ran straight to the attic. It was not officially the room of Conner and Morgan. The few things which were hers were moved up their, and the closets were finally filled properly with clothes. Morgan made some money with working as a waitress downtown, three evenings in the week and Wednesday midday. It were only a few hours, but it was fun and Morgan had made some friends with it. She had even bought several books with it. Which was also possible since the library sold old books every now and then for just a dollar or two! Morgan decided she would read The Horse Whispered again and already laid in on the desk.
The few weeks passed quickly. Conner indeed came around more often, but most of the time only for a few hours. When Morgan had to work in those hours, he would just sit in the dinning café where she worked. Conner was even home with the turn of the year, only he had to leave at two o'clock, since there was something wrong in Amsterdam. And so time went on. Halfway January, Lois suddenly showed up. Saying her boss gave her an extra time off. Morgan now saw that Clark also got home every time he could. He only had less opportunities, since he was one of the leaders of the Justice League.
Morgan walked home after a long shift. Olivia, one of the waitresses got sick and Morgan had to cover her shift. Right now she was walking down the street, to the bus station. Usually Jonathan would pick her up. But it was around two o'clock at night and she did not want to wake the old man. She could take the bus for once, right? So there she was, walking across the empty with her MP3. Ewan McGregor was singing in her ears, and Morgan had a hard time not to sing along. She absolutely loved his voice, it gave her chills every time. Morgan realized she had never seen Moulin Rouge with Conner yet, and decided that next time he came, they would watch it! A well, that was for some other time.
'Sorry,' Morgan said waking up from her daydreaming when she bumped against someone.
'Watch where you're going, girl!' the young men, around twenty-eight hissed and grabbed her arm. Morgan looked at him. Leather jacket, bandana in his dyed black hair, cigarette in his mouth, with a smell of rum around him and wearing half cloves even though it was still -19 degrees. Yep, this was a typical trouble maker.
'I said I'm sorry,' Morgan said nevertheless and pulled her arm away.
'I'll make you sorry,' the man hissed and stepped closer. From his jacket he took a Balisong knife. Morgan looked at it, while the man approached even closer.
'Yeah, now you're not so tough anymore, aye?' the man said and pushed the knife against her throat. A memory flashed before Morgan's eyes and her look darkened. She would not take this! Gently she slid her bag from her shoulder to the ground and looked at the man. She saw doubt in his eyes, but he was to drunk to think logic.
'Do it,' she said, the man looked surprised, 'Do it, or I'll do it.'
'What?' but before the man could ask more, Morgan grabbed his wrist and turned it around. The man yelled of pain and dropped the knife. Morgan, still holding his wrist, kicked the man several times, until he sat down on his knees. His nose was bleeding and his arm looked a bit weird.
'Stop! Stop!' he yelled.
'Fine,' Morgan said, getting herself back together, she let go of the man. He quickly jumped up, yelled something as 'you're mad!' and than ran off. Morgan watched him go and smirked. She might not be the tallest, but she knew how to fight. She looked at the knife and decided to through it away.
In the bus Morgan thought about her first fight. She had only been thirteen. Gotham was a lovely city, if you were rich. For the other people, it was either up or under. Up or under the ground, literally. Morgan could fight, but only is she was angry. Real angry. Through the years she had learned to manage that anger and to use it only now and than. It had become a wrath against everyone who dared to offend her, like that man. That was the thing about Conner which she recognized in herself. He knew it, she had told him. Still, the wrath remained deep inside her. Even with all the happiness around her.
'Good evening,' Morgan said a bit surprised when she saw Lois on the couch. Lois smiled and took another spoon with ice-cream.
'Hello,' she murmured. Morgan sat down next to her and drank some of her cola.
'Can't sleep?' she asked. Lois shook her head.
'Damn baby keeps me up, and it's not even born yet!' Lois giggled.
'So, it looks like Clark?' Morgan giggled.
'A lot!' Lois exaggerated.
'What if the baby really does look like Clark?' Morgan thought out loud, 'You know, with all the superpowers?'
'Then the baby will at least have two persons who understand him in his family,' Lois winked.
'Lucky baby,' Morgan smiled and laid her hand on the small belly. Lois had been pregnant for almost three months now, and a small belly was slowly getting visible. Martha and Morgan were teasing Lois a bit with it, pretending it was way bigger.
'Who's Claudia?' Morgan asked while she looked at the birthday calendar in the kitchen. It was quite an old one, and showed all the months at once. Morgan was just looking at it, since she was so surprised almost every date had a name behind it!
'That is my youngest sister,' Martha told Morgan, 'Why?'
'O, she's a birthday girl on the same day I am,' Morgan smirked.
'Really?' Martha said and stood up, 'I never knew!'
'Well, I'm not much of a birthday celebrator,' Morgan said. The truth actually was that most of the time she just did not say when her birthday was. She had never celebrated their birthday with her real parents and in most of the foster families, well, things were not always so bright. Which lead that Morgan would be gone most of the time, including her birthday.
'Nonsense!' Martha said and wrote Morgan's name behind Claudia's, 'We've seen you at our birthday's!'
'True,' Morgan giggled. Morgan was born on the seventh of April, and she had met the Kent's in July. Martha, Jonathan, Clark and Conner all had their birthdays after July. Only Lois and Morgan were before that.
'You're turning eighteen this year, right?' Martha said.
'Right,' Morgan said and leashed Wolf.
'Getting older and older,' she heard Jonathan sigh from the living room.
'And you're the one saying,' Morgan said back.
'Indeed,' Jonathan laughed.
'I'm taking Wolf out for a walk,' Morgan said and walked away, still smiling.