4. The witch beats against her walls. "Take it down! Take it down or let her go!" She screams in rage and M'gann pushes the walls outward and the witch tumbles out of her mind.
M'gann looks out into the world and patches up the psionic shields she put on Artemis.
Artemis, battered and bruised, is being held up on the wall by her neck, courtesy of her father.
"She's a traitor, you know." The Sportsmaster is talking to M'gann, looking at Artemis.
M'gann, if she wasn't being attacked, would point out that Artemis hadn't betrayed them.
Artemis hadn't willingly gone to him. In fact, he kidnapped her at the arcade where she and M'gann were trying to win all the cat plushies in the claw machine.
(YesYes…Gah! Put more quarters in, hurry!)
The witch slipped through a crack and M'gann slaps her backwards.
And the reason why the Sportsmaster was using a telepathic witch was so that they could force League secrets out of her. (Torturing would be useless. I made sure of that at an early age.)
M'gann fires a few psionic blasts and shuts the witch out.
Because if Artemis was a traitor, she would have told him everything of her own volition already after they visited the space station. (Still treating us like sidekicks, the hell?)
She wouldn't have fought her father.
skritch skritch skritch (she's clawing at the walls LET HER GO LET HER GO)
She wouldn't have made plans for the future.
(Guess who found out Kaldur's birthdayyyyy? Little Mermaid theme, y/n? :D)
She wouldn't have tried so hard
(GET OUT OF MY MIND)
to prove that she wasn't a replacement.
repair patch psionic blasts
That and M'gann can feel through the psionic shield around Artemis' mind (the rushing thoughts, the fear, the concern, the worry, the protective fury).
You can't fake emotions like that, M'gann knows.
Hey, I've seen enough shows to know what a traitor looks like, and let me tell you something:
You suck at this.
She packs up her love and faith and good memories, throws them at Artemis so that it hits her head on and that there's no way to mistake it, and sends that she-devil packing.
(one day, we'll look back on this, laugh awkwardly, and quickly change the subject)