Oracle and Blue Rowan

Summary:
October 18, 2014: A chance stroll by the seashore brings Oracle face to face with Rowan

Sandy Hook - Gotham City

The southern most point of Gotham is Sandy Hook; also called Tricorner Island. It is a triangular shaped island that is home to the Tricorner Naval Yard (which was decommissioned by the Navy in the 70s). The shipbuilding industry was massive here once and Sandy Hook was a monolith amongst the Eastern shoes of the United States in the industry for fishing, commerce, transportation and marine-based activity.

t's still a rather powerful force of economy but many accidental fires, poor building planning and overpopulation has left it's stain upon the Dockside District. It's still, however, a major port with many housing and working sections stretched out along the massive triangle shaped isle. The entire island itself is dotted with smaller islands, small naval yards, docks, wharves and fishing businesses that thrive and work alongside the port, Gotham Harbor and major facilities that call Tricorner Island home.

After the corruption was bled out of Sandy Hook it's also home to many communities and perhaps some of the largest concentration of GCPD residential houses. Even former Commissioner James Gordon has a home on Sandy Hook.


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Though Rowan lives, when he's on the surface, near New York Harbor he is much given to swimming the US Coast and looking in on smaller towns, even if only from a distance. Gotham is not a smaller town but it is between Metropolis and New York and he hadn't looked in on it yet, really and as he didn't have any work from those oceanographers tonight he decided to do exactly that.

The water here is darker, maybe a bit dirtier than he's used to and given how murky the Hudson can be near New York that's saying quite a bit. Still it's not too much of a problem. He doesn't need to move fast right now, so he's not displaying any of the more… aquatic features he often does when he has to get around in the sea. Indeed he probably looks quite odd - muddy haired young man swimming about in winter in the ocean, peering up at the beach and the roads and docks and occasionally coming out to examine something curiously. He's been topside for months now but he can't pretend to understand everything that goes on up here.

***

Babs has been visiting her father, adopted father really not that that matters, in his home on Sandy Hook. It's not something she does often, but it had been a while but after all the advice she'd given to Tim lately has left her feeling a bit… empty. Deciding to take a walk, so to speak, Babs is now travelling down a path way following the beach. Her hair is whipped by the wind and she's wearing an emerald jumper that contrasts with her red hair and sets off the colour of her eyes. Pausing, she gazes out over the beach, out to sea. Her hands rest lightly on the arms of her wheelchair and her fingers tap out a light tattoo.

***

Extremes of cold don't really bother the Blue. They'd never suvive the ocean if they did. So Rowan doesn't really feel the cold as he trudges out of the surf on a near deserted stretch of beach about a hundred feet from Babs. The woman with red hair (he's seen a lot of those. They always remind him of Queen Mera. She does tend to make an impression) gets a curious look from the displaced soldier. Back on Earth 81, those born with disabilites were refitted with adaptive psybertech, while those who were badly injured were given medical prosthetics this world would kill for. So… paraplegics, not really a thing except among the Naturalist tribes of the Homo Magi… and even then magical healing meant not as often as you might think.

***

Blinking as the young man walks out of the surf and up the beach near here, Babs stills her fingers and focusses intently on him. She may appear relaxed, but after so many hours of self defence practice she is ready for just about anything. Her gaze does not leave the man as he moves.

***

That the man notices her regard is clear. As he moves his clothing changes from what appears to be a set of sleek shorts and an underarmor shirt to a pair of jeans and a looser tee-shirt. Adaptive clothing at work. Military infiltration missions sometimes demanded blending in and this is one of the few things he has from Earth 81 that still works. He's approaching though not making a bee-line to do so. It's more like he's approaching Bab's general area, head turning this way and that as if something is slightly out of place. "Good evening Miss…"

He's quiet. Even when he gets close he speaks only just loud enough to be heard over the surf.

***

As the clothes change, Babs eyes widen slightly, the only indication that she's surprised. As he greets her, she keeps her face impassive and holds out her hand "Gordon. Miss Gordon. And you are?" Quietly but firmly stated.

***

"Rowan." The strange man from the sea replies. He smiles, familiar with the cute surfacer tradition of having two names. He doesn't. Just Rowan. Like many other Blue, he has simply the one.

"Do you live here, Miss Gordon?" Very polite. It's the military in him. He also knows a vagrant by the name of Reese who lives wherever she decides to. Vagrant, he thinks the term is. Unless you're a natralist, Vagrancy is also not a thing on Earth 81. Miss Gordon is dressed a bit too nicely for that though.

***

"Rowan" Babs says the name, almost testing it "That's a very nice name. Such a direct question for such a new acquaintance" Babs smiles a little "No, I'm just visiting today. I don't get here often but when I do…." she lets the thought trail. "And you… do you live here?" The glint in her eye suggests she knows the answer to this question.

***

"No…" The man says slowly, now turning to face Babs. "When I live on the suface it is in the city called New York… though that is mostly because it is where I came ashore. Otherwise." He looks back into the surf before turning back to Babs. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forget that surfacers here often have not heard of us. I am Blue. My people live in the sea."

***

"You don't look blue to me…." Babs grins "unless we're talking about how dark your hair is" She's pretty certain that the joke is going to be lost on him. Babs is cataloging the information she has and whilst she has some, it's thin on the ground. "Your people live in the sea, I see."

***

"Near the Carribean, yes." Rowan says quietly. He's curious, that much seems obvious. "Forgive me if this seems forward. I am unused to seeing anyone with permanent injuries as extensive as yours. I understand they happen but…" He frowns. "It seems odd to me."

"I'm sorry, am I interrrupting anything important? I hope not."

***

Babs stiffens slightly, not many people… ok any… actually address her disability so directly. "Yes it is forward, Rowan." there's an sharp edge to her voice but she takes a deep breath before continuing "I'm sorry. It is forward and I'm used to people pretending it doesn't exist. You didn't actually ask a question, you know. What do you want to know?" Babs tone is still edgy, but not sharp.

***

The man seems to draw back, though he doesn't step back. "I was curious, why it is allowed to persist. Are the people here unable to heal you, or do they simply not care?" Rowan pauses. "Please, if the answer makes you uncomfortable, do not answer. I am merely wish to know more of surfacers. They are not well understood among the Blue, nor among Atlanteans and this is not good. If we do not understand eachother the possibility of conflict between us increases." And Rowan knows this is to be avoided.r

***

Smiling grimly, Babs snorts "So, I'm to be a social science experiment." Shaking her head "It's fine." Looking around she sees a bench not far away "Come, sit so I don't crane my neck and I'll explain what I can." Indicating the bench, she moves her chair towards it.

***

Rowan frowns. "My apologies. I'm a-" He pauses. There's a brief flash of pain and regret on his face. "Sorry. I was a soldier. Now I am simply to learn of this place and while many things look the same I am finding most things are not. Perhaps if I were to explain."

The Blue sits down near Babs, thinking. "I come from another world. A world at war. In many ways it was an awful, horrible hellhole. But in others, provided you were willing to trade many freedoms for it, it was not. Among the surface kind - those who were not Homo Magi - medical technology had advnced to the point of unlocking the psychic potential of the human race. Psybernetics were quite common and injuries such as yours less so. So I am… unused to seeing them. I did not mean to offend."

***

Babs waves the apology away "You did not offend, Rowan. It is our society that programs such responses. No-one likes feeling like an odditie." Casting her clear green gaze over him she continues, evenly "Our society has evolved from one where physical disabilities would, in the majority, result in death. Infants would be left in the cold for the elements to take them. Adults, " and here Babs shakes her head "I dread to think how disabled adults were treated."

Babs stops and lets that sink in before continuing. "Today, such treatment is frowned upon but, we are not such an enlightened community that we have worked out how treat our disabled population. For the most part, my disability is whispered about in dark corners but never addressed directly. People see me as 'less' because I don't have the use of my legs." Babs shrugs, there are secrets she's not prepared to reveal.

***

Rowan doesn't understand. But then, he comes from a world at war. Injuries like that among his own people were badges of honor, earned or dealt by a ruthless enemy. "I see. Thank you for sharing then. I am sorry it causes you trouble." He pauses. "Still, it does not seem to impair you overmuch." Lack of use of legs would preclude a lot of things but apparently not mobility or a semi normal life. And indeed she wears her disability with such ease that she seems merely to be reclinign.

***

"I'm not sure you do see, but perhaps we could have this conversation again." Babs smile is small and tight. "No, my disability does not impair me much. Unless I'm trying to reach the top shelf of something. Just some people forget, that my brain is not in the legs." and Babs shows a sardonic smile. She's sure that 'joke' will be lost on him. "Tell me about your world and how my disability may be treated." a change in subject may lighten the mood.

"When detected you would have been given a psybernetic implant on your spine that would have taken the signal from your brain and broadcast them to the rest of your body via a telekinetic field. It's a bit odd, I'm told, learning to walk by telekeniesis, but it is doable. Alternately, your legs or spine might have been replaed entirely with psybernetic implants. This assumes you're a citizen, of course. Slaves or Naturalists or enemies of the state such as myself would not get such consideration." And there's such wonderous technology comes at a cost in freedom and will in Rowan's world, but that doesn't make it any less wonderous.

***

Babs frowns at this information "My goodness that sounds terribly intrusive and like you're not given the choice." Babs shifts slightly as she thinks about this before settling again "And that technology is limited to citizens only? Reminds me of Rome at the height of its power. I'm not entirely sure I would want to trade my freedom for that." Turning her sharp green eyes to Rowan, Babs says "Enemy of the State?"

***

"Mmmm. Well, soldier of another, but we're not recognized as such and I had some noteriaty." Rowan explains. By way of further explanation he extends an arm, growing sharp claws and armored scales for a moment before letting them fade away. "I was the Dragon-Warrior, or… I believe so. The dimensional crossing blurred some things…"

"It was, yes, very intrusive, but by about ten years before I was born things had gotten so bad that the sufacers were willing to trade all their freedom for an end to the fighting that had raged since shortly after the end of the great war they called the Second World War."

***

That information has Babs blinking, not something people will see often. Glancing at the advancing evening, she sighs softly. "Rowan, it grows late and I must return. It has been a pleasure and I would love to know more. Perhaps we could arrange to meet again….." she lets that trail

***

"Of course. I think I would enjoy that." He pauses. "Tomorrow, perhaps? Coffee? Or is that a 'hard' drink…" Rowan tries to remember what it is and is not appropriate to invite people to come drink. For obvious reasons, inviting people for drinks underwater is not a thing.

***

And that has Babs blinking even more. A small shake of her head "Tomorrow, coffee, is fine. Coffee is not a 'hard' drink. Do you know where you would like to meet?" This strange young man has Babs totally bemused.

***

"I can get to anywhere in the area easily enough." Babs hasn't seen Rowan grow a tail and really swim, but he can move quite quickly in the water. "Though I am not familiar yet with establishments more complicated than fish markets or scientific labs. Is there a place you find enjoyable?"

***

"Well if you think you can negotiate it, the Gotham Cafe" and Babs searches in her bag for notepaper and pen to write the details on "is very good. 10am then?" Inwardly, she's still shaking her head.

"Of course. I'll be there. Thank you for talking to me." He says with a smile and a bow. "For now I think I should get back…"

Rowan doesn't appear to intend to swim, though. His skin pales as he steps back and a wind whips about him. Four feathered wings sprout from his back and, with a wave, the Blue takes off skyward and disappears amid the skyline.

***

Which leaves a rather bemused Babs considering a coffee date tomorrow. Shaking her head, Babs turns her chair and continues the way she had been heading.


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