Worlds Apart

Summary:
November 01 2014: Rowan and Babs speak of the differences between their worlds, and other things.

Red Hook, Gotham

A boardwalk and a sandy beach.


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Rowan had a lovely dinner with Babs, one less about sampling and more about enjoying. Good steak, good company. They ended up back near the sea of course. It's late but there's enough light yet to see the waves crashing in. The wind is picking up as often it does and Rowan, dressed in nice casual (thank you adaptive clothing) is sitting on a bench next to Babs watching it roll in.

"Thank you for suggesting the place for dinner tonight." Rowan says with a smile. "It was quite good. Did you enjoy it?"

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Babs has had a wonderful evening so far. The restaurant has exceeded expectations and the company, well the company has been something quite literally, out of this world.

"Oh my pleasure Rowan, thank you for treating me this time." Babs' really did enjoy the dinner and company. And, it was his turn to 'shout'.

Babs has dressed up a little, again, not so much as last time. A nice pair of pants and a nice top that accentuates her figure and hair color. As is her 'custom' though, her long red hair is left down and the breeze that is ramping up is teasing the ends, making them dance.

Turning her chair towards the bench that Rowan is sitting on, Babs smiles faintly "Oh yes, I enjoyed it, it was a lovely dinner, Rowan. Thank you for inviting me."

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"My pleasure." Clearly, it was. The Blue enjoys her company and the food was of course delicious. "It's a mystery to me even now with all the wonders your people have built why there are not more of them watching the sun set and the tide come in." The surface world does have it's perks. You can't get views like this underwater. Largely, actually, you can't see much at all in the same fashion.

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Babs smiles faintly as she watches the waves crash in, in the failing light. "I love the sea… it's so powerful, so tempestuous" the redhead's woman is low, almost husky. Realising that she's left no room for conversation in her statements, Babs shakes herself and thinks for a bit before extending her hand to Rowan, "What have you liked most, so far?" she asks quietly.

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Rowan could probably comment on the sea's nature at length. It is a force of nature all it's own and living in it gives one a unique perspective. "I've enjoyed the people, really. The technology is interesting, the food delicious if bewildering and the society… very different. But it's been most nice to meet people who are not… constantly wound up, constantly worried about surviving. That's how I used to live and it's not… very pleasant."

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Nodding Babs lets the hand she's extended to Rowan, fall to the arm of her chair. "I think you might mistake us, Rowan. Or perhaps the expression is different. We are constantly wound up as you put it, but I think we're given to a greater expression of our creativity than your world ever was." Babs may sound a little sad at that realisation but she extends a gentle smile to Rowan, all the same.

The breeze teases the ends of Babs hair, tendrils dance on the wind not quite falling in her face, but close.

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On instinct Rowan reaches over to brush the hair out of Babs' face. 'I think it's true." He says quietly. "It's interesting to see though. That there should be worth and beauty found in things that have so little use. And that it should make people happy. I do not think it wrong, it is just odd to me. On my earth everything had to be useful. There was no room for anything or anyone that did not contribute." No art, no poetry, nothing that could not somehow aid the war effort. The struggle for survival.

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As Rowan reaches to brush her hair from her face, Babs turns to look at him and her cheek brushes his hand. Babs stills, but does not freeze.

"We learned very early, I think, that there was more worth fighting for than just our survial. Our art, our creativity has long since become something we fight for. What is the use of the people surviving, if we can't maintain our humanity?"

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"On my world, we fight some would say because your people lost it. Humanity became inhuman. And there was nothing left, nothing that would hold your people back. Whether it's true or not I don't know. I'm a soldier, not a philosopher. Or I was."

Rowan cants his head, noting the sudden stillness. "Is everything alright?"

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"Alright?" Babs sounds a little distant "Oh, yes… sorry." Babs doesn't mention the intimacy inherent in such gestures. Nodding at his words "I think it's what we fear most, the loss of our humanity, becoming inhuman… that causes us to erect such monuments." she says and allowing a small smile to play on her lips "I'm glad you were a soldier in the 'earth that was' Rowan. It's comforting to know that even in our darkest hours, humanity still had it's heroes."

The breeze picks up slightly as she speaks, the playful teasing of the ends of her becoming something more.

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Rowan chuckles. "I'm not human. Your kind did have heroes though. People who refused to bend, who wielded magic against the machine. But thank you." It's a nice compliment, especially from someone as nice as Babs. Frowning again, Rowan reaches to pluck a few strands of her red hair out of the wind and tuck them away behind her ear. "There."

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As Rowan tucks the hair behind her ear, she turns her head so his hand brushes her cheek.

"Humanity is subjective, Rowan. It's just a term." Babs pauses a little as she thinks on what he's said. "I'm sure we did have our human heroes, but it's so much more than that." Babs becomes slightly distant again as she thinks of all the people she works with in the pursuit of justice…

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Rowan smiles a bit. "Is everything alright? You seem to be thinking an awful lot." Either the line of conversation is bringing up memories for her or it's intensely uncomfortable. The Blue can't say which, sadly.

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A small smile creases Babs eyes. "I'm fine. Your words make me think… but that's not a bad thing by any means. I often live in my head… when certain options are denied, you take the next best thing, right?" Babs looks the Blue in his eyes as she says that.

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"Yes, that is true in many things, I suppose." The dragon warrior nods. "May I ask what you were thinking?" A dangerous question but one can't fault Rowan for trying. He doesn't know what he's potentially getting into.

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Babs tilts her head to regard Rowan seriously. "I'm not sure I can really. Lets start with the fact that if you look in our newspapers today, there are so many fighting for, and against, humanity." Babs falls silent for a little while longer "and then I think about being in this chair and what I can't do and then what I can do because of it."

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"The most important weapon in any fight is this right here." Rowan taps his head. "The truth is that many battles are won or lost before the first blow is ever struck. Planning, knowledge, secrets. Information is power. With the right information a handful can overcome an army."

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Babs laughs softly at Rowans words. So much the soldier. There is little 'Babs' can say to this without revealing her alter ego… instead, she the laughter subsides to a gentle smile. "So I've read and it's one reason I haven't let the chair define who I am."

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"You should not. No person is simply their legs, after all. The most important parts of you are all still wonderfully functional." It's a compliment if delivered Rowan fashion. He didn't do socialization other than with soldiers prior to this.

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An uncharacteristic snort from Babs meets Rowans last comment. "Thank you Rowan" she says. No further comment is made as Babs turns her chair to watch the last of the suns rays gracing the water in front of them. There are literally minutes of the spectacle to enjoy before it is actually quite dark. As the light fades fully, Babs pulls her wrap around her shoulders as the temperature drops with the sun disappearance.

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Rowan isn't really bothered by the cold. He does note that Babs seems to be though. Humans have long, thick coats to protect them from the elements. Rowan got a couple mostly because he liked the way they looked and now as Babs shivers a bit he offers it out to her wordlessly.

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Sitting forward, Babs allows Rowan to settle his coat around her. Smiling up at him gratefully, "If I didn't know previously your physiology ran a little colder, I wouldn't have accepted." and then glancing out over the water where now only lights played in the reflection, she asks "Would you like to leave now?"

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Rowan smiles, staring out over the darkening sea for a moment. "Yes, let us do that." To say his physiology runs colder is an understatement. Rowan can survive indefinitely in arctic waters. And not even really be uncomfortable. Being cold and/or wet just doesn't mean the same thing to the Blue. "Where would you like to go?"

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A small smile curls the corners of Babs lips. "That kind of depends on you, Rowan. We can call it a night and meet again another day, or we can go elsewhere for a while. What would you prefer?"

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"I think I'd enjoy more of your company if you yourself would not prefer to retire. I must confess to being a bit at a loss what one does at these hours. Usually when I get bored I go into the sea to see if things are as I remember them." Rowan smiles, shrugging a bit.

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What a dilemma for Babs… where to go after hours, that isn't the comfort of Oracles dens. Smiling brightly at Rowan, the attention is quite flattering, Babs looks up "Let's walk back towards my home, will suit? Or did you have something else in mind?" she offers

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Rowan nods. "That will suit quite well. I don't believe I actually know where you live though, so you will have to lead." Rowan's already turning to move. He has a hunter's grace about him that becomes rather unnatural when he's attuned to certain elements. He's not at the moment, but Babs can see where it comes from all the same.

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Turning her chair, she takes the lead. "Walk beside me, please Rowan." Babs looks up at the Dragon Warrior. In fact, she holds a hand to him. Had she been fully ambulatory, it would be an arm that he could link.

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Rowan blinks a moment before he processes the gesture and takes Babs hands. When one swims, particularly in the Blue military both hands are usually occupied, so it's not something with which he has a huge amount of exposure. "Of course, Babs." It's more comfortable calling her that, somehow. Avoids the silliness of having two names that surfacers insist upon.

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Noticing the momentary awkwardness, Babs looks up at Rowan. "Have I done something wrong?" They move at a pace along the pathways towards the Clocktower.

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"Mmmm? Oh no. I'm sorry. I'm just not used to holding someone's had as I move. Underwater it makes moving a great deal more difficult and most of the time I spent on the surface necessarily involved my hands doing other things." Rowan makes note of where they are. He's already noticed cities become more dangerous at night.

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Oracle smiles slightly at Rowans. "I'm assuming the 'other things' are defending yourself." Babs says pragmatically. "If it makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to." Babs shrugs not trying to explain the 'surfacer' customer, things are obviously different.

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"No, not uncomfortable. Just different. But different can be good." Rowan seems quite at ease. He generally does when Babs sees him. He's allowed himself to take his 'exile' to the surface world in some stride. It's a bit awkward at times but it's a good chance to see how things might have been in his own world had things gone differently.

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Babs smiles slightly, as they move along the street. "You really are quite remarkable Rowan" she murmurs "I'm not sure I'd be quite so relaxed about all the changes you've experienced." Placing her other hand over their linked hands, she hopes it conveys the level of comfort she feels. "I think you might have questioned me out, at the moment, did you have anything you want to ask?"

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"Just one, actually." Rowan smiles as they walk. "You're a woman of obvious gifts and intelligence. I do not know much about your monetary systems yet, but I imagine you could be quite well off, yet everyone I talk to tells me that Gotham is one of the most dangerous and unpleasant places to live. So… why live here? Out of all the wonders in your world, why pick this place?"

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"I grew up here, mostly" Babs smiles slightly "Remember, I told you? My adoptive father was the police commissioner." Babs shrugs. "I have a pretty deeply ingrained sense of responsibility to the city as a result. And, I still want to be close to my parents…" another small shrug "It's not so bad as it seems, if you know where to avoid"

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"Fair enough." The Blue murmurs though it's clear as they close in on the clock towers that he's keeping an eye on small groups of people that appear to be loitering. Having been in infilatration and sabotage himself, he does know the signs of an impending ambush, which looks a lot like a mugging.

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Babs knows the signals of a warrior on alert and murmurs quietly herself "What is it you're sensing?" She too is watcing the groups, but she gets a different feel from them, having lived there for so long… but still, paying attention pays off.

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"They watch… they look for an opening. So many of the gangs and raiders and scavengers in the ruins of this city behaved the same." Some things never change. Crime never left Gotham in Rowan's world. It simply became more savage and more open when authority and indeed the city itself disintigrated in the furnace of war.

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The corners of her lips tug in a small smile "Of course they do. It's the nature of the beast, to prey on the less fortunate." It's highly likely that these groups know of Babs Gordons and the level of protection she's afforded by the Bats indirectly… and unless one of the groups is extremely well paid, Babs is quite safe. However, having the extra deterrent of the Blue warrior beside her is a nice change.

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One of the leaders of the huddled groups is staring rather openly at Babs and her 'guy friend'. An implied threat or an attempt at indimidation. His gaze switches to Rowan and he grins, opening his coat a little. Within, a large knife gleams. Rowan rolls his eyes and on his left arm, for the briefest of instants, the unmistakeable profile of his omni-bow appears. Then it's gone, but by the time it is the other guy is staring rather intently at something else.

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"You've gone awfully quiet" Babs murmurs "Who are you intimidating as we walk?" Her tone is light, but she's noticing the groups looking the other way. "We're nearly at my place…."

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"The one with the coat and the knife." Rowan murmurs. The omni bow is pretty impressive no matter who you are. Forearm mounted energy crossbows tend to be. "So where is it that you live? I do not see any traditional residences here… though I suppose I should not be surprised that you live some place unique."

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Babs smiles quietly to herself. "No there isn't and I'm showing an extreme amount of trust in even sharing this much with you." As they reach the Clocktower, she stops and looks at Rowan. "I live around here. If you would like to watch a movie with me, you're welcome. But my residence is a very private matter."

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Rowan may not know surfacer customs very well yet but he know's how to play 'one of these things is not like the other ones.' Surfacers keep a lot of information private but their homes are not often hard to find. "I see. Well then it shall remain private." He's no need to pry. But it is odd. As in not normal, and he knows that.

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Babs looks a touch crestfallen at the answer but rallies all the same. "Since my accident, I've become very careful who knows where I live. As I've said, you're welcome to join me but there aren't many who I share the location with."

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Rowan chuckles at that. "I would not betray your secrets Babs. Not, mind, that there are many I could betray them to. A curious pod of dolphins would be the worst of it. I should like to see your home if that's what you're offering."

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Smiling herself Babs adds "A pod of dolphins may be fun." But she enters the code to the door and leads them in to her apartment. Of course the monitoring room is securely locked and if the apartment looks to be a well secured abode of an IT guru, that's all it is. Indicating the lounge, Babs says to Rowan "Take a seat and we'll choose a movie soon. Would you like a drink? Tea, Coffee, Juice, Water?"


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