Faceclaim: Emeraude Toubia

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J'onn J'onzz was a Martian, but walking the streets as John Jones, he preferred to keep his psychic mind shut off, as mind reading was considered an intrusion of privacy on Earth. It wasn't often that he was allowed to roam free on the streets as a normal civilian, but as Superman had said, he needed to learn more about human society, more than just watching politics and current issues on the Watchtower servers.

He opened the newspaper he had bought, flicking through the pages before he stopped at the column written by Lois Lane about Superman and Green Lantern's actions. Of course, Lois was Superman's wife, but there was a bit of bias in that. So many years as Superman, yet Clark Kent's colleagues were still oblivious and not the least suspicious about his secret identity.

"Hakim! Hakim!" A girl behind him shouted, footsteps thumping across the pavement. "Je ne t'ai pas vu depuis des lustres! Ça va, ma copain?"

J'onn turned around, just as a young French woman barrelled into him, arms wrapping around him. J'onn stiffened, before looking down at the dark-haired woman. "I'm afraid you've recognized me as someone else, Miss." He said politely. "My name is John Jones."

"Oh! I'm sorry. Very sorry." The woman said in a lilting European accent, with sparkling blue eyes. "My name iz Macee. Macee Thomas. Zi am looking for my friend, and he said I could meet him at la parque."

As a psychic, J'onn automatically translated. "The park is quite near, Miss Thomas, only around the corner. You'll see it there."

"Oh, merci." She smiled, standing back up. "Nice to meet you, Mr Jones. I hope our paths may cross again." Now that J'onn looked at her, she was incredibly attractive. She wore a scarlet sheath dress; black stiletto boots; and a matching scarlet sun hat, which she began to fix to cover her face from the sun, casting a shadow over her beautiful features.

"John, is fine, Miss Thomas." J'onn said politely.

"If zat is so, Macee is fine too." She smiled sweetly. She looked at the rose-gold watch on her wrist, and she gasped. "Oh, my! I better get going. Thank you, John." She gave him a flirty wink, before kissing him on the cheek. She darted away, and left J'onn slightly confused at the turn of events.

"You're welcome Ma-" By the time John had turned to wave goodbye to the girl, the French lady had disappeared into the crowd. "-cee."

J'onn sighed, before fixing his waistcoat. It suddenly felt lighter, and J'onn looked around in confusion. Taking out his wallet, he flicked through it. Credit cards, cash, coupons... all here except- his League membership card. Where was it? He was so certain he had left it in his pocket. Oh well. He must have left it at his apartment.

Little did he know that Macee was watching him, amber eyes sparkling under her suddenly blonde hair, the membership card flicking through her fingers.

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'Macee' stood in front of a mirror, her blonde hair-amber eyes disguise still in shape. She sighed, running a hand through her hair as it changed to the natural black, and examined the card. "Hmmm, let's see what I got here." She placed it under the light, and examining the grooves on it, smiled. She took out her laptop from inside one of the compartments on her table, and took out a few wires.

Opening a few softwares, she connected the wires from her laptop and touched both ends of it to the card. The card flickered, and the former words 'John Jones' turned into J'onn J'onzz, while the picture of the black man changed into the image of a green-skinned alien.

She looked at the card curiously, before putting it into an album filled with plenty of other cards. "Transfer is complete, now, let's see what else you had." She whispered with a devious smile, and she opened another software, this one a designing software. She typed in a few commands, before expertly clicking with her mouse, dragging and dropping perfectly memorized dimensions.

An image of a credit card was created, and she smiled, pressing the print button in the corner as she recreated the credit card. Oh, being a pick-pocket was so much more than stealing money. You still had to take in account that it was an art, and everyone needed their own personal touch. 

Her? She never found the need to steal the actual credit card. She just needed to run her fingers around it to memorize it's shape and details, and just for a little bonus, take a little souvenir. But this souvenir was dangerous. She didn't know that John Jones, a simple black man who lived by himself in an apartment was actually the Martian Manhunter.

A Justice Leaguer, disguised as an ordinary citizen? Sounded like something law enforcers would do. She tucked the fake credit card into her wallet, before a sudden wave of pain crossed over her. "Oh, no no no no." She groaned, her fingers digging into her skull. "No no no no no. Stop. No! Stop!"

She shuddered, and the pain soon stopped, but as she looked up in the mirror, she was no longer the black haired-amber eyed beauty. Her blonde hair was streaked with red, and her eyes were now an astonishing shade of green. She looked down at her clothes, before distastefully heading towards the closet. She hated such body-hugging tight clothes.

Her mouth sounded words, but none came out. This half of her refused to speak after all the horrors she had seen in her life. Changing into a white sleeveless top and a cornflower-blue skirt, she added a white sun hat just for the good measure. She loved a good sunhat.

Picking up a bag of brushes and pencils, she grabbed a few canvases from the back of her apartment, and hurried out to the lift. She had some money to actually earn.

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J'onn picked up his phone. "Clark? Clark are you here?"

"John?" J'onn heard Superman's familiar voice ring on the other side of the modern tech. "What's up, buddy?"

"I can not find my membership card." There was a pause on the other side, before an awkward chuckle.

"Oh, I thought that was only going to be said by Wally or Barry. Never ever did I think you would misplace something, my friend. Is this a joke? Are you learning how to make jokes?"

"I am not joking. I have misplaced my membership card. I have already used my telekinetic abilities to search for it. It has simply vanished."

"I'll come pick you up later. Just sit tight, and we'll go to the Batcave and ask Batman if he can track it for you."

"Thank you, Clark." J'onn said, and a mumbled goodbye echoed from the other side, and he ended the call. He checked his jacket again, and sighed. No sign of of it. It wasn't like him to lose something as important as his Justice League membership card, something that could access the systems of the Watchtower. His fingers lingered at his coat again, remembering the raven-haired French beauty who had mistook him for her friend.

Could she have stolen his card? But for what? And if she did, why wouldn't she have stolen his credit cards as well?

J'onn dismissed the thought. Macee had not even gone near his coat, so there was no way she could have slipped her fingers into the inside pockets.

Then where did it go?