About That Order

Summary:
January 7, 2015: Babs visits Kane again at Lost Arts to place her custom order

Gotham

Seething pit of crime and corruption


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Gotham doesn't have a chestnut tree, so the village smith can't stand there. Instead Kane is at the shop late. The place is quiet though not closed. Not many people come in after certain hours and so he sends the apprentices and parntners home to their families before it gets dark and the streets get dangerous. He himself is working on a large claymore at a grinding wheel, sharpening it to the sound of stone on metal. Sparks fly as he works, concentrated mostly on the task at hand.

***

Babs has been doing more research on Kane and she now knows him as Mr Kane Reynard, owner / proprietor of Lost Arts. Even though she's visited him once, Babs wants to find out more about the man. If Kane /is/ the Druid known as The Fox, she wants to know what type of man he is and how he thinks.

Entering the store, Babs moves towards the counter, nearer to where Kane is working.

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"Just a moment!" Deja vu much? Kane glances back. "Oh hello again. Give me a sec while I finish this edge." There's another horrific metal on stone sound for a few long seconds before the blacksmith pulls the blade back and runs a finger lightly along the edge. "Perfect." He sets it aside and grab a towel to wipe his hands and brow as he comes on over.

"Welcome back Miss… er… I don't think I got your name actaully. Anyway, can I help you?"

***

"Gordon, Babs Gordon, but call me Babs" It's an almost automatic response. The redhead has been looking at the sword the blacksmith has been working on and she looks impressed.

Smiling slightly she opens her bag and pulls out a small piece of paper "These are the measurements for the coat we discussed last time." holding it out to Kane. "I trust I got them right."

***

Kane looks at the measurements and nods. "Mmmm. Okay. I'll need to get Dylan to make some linen backing for this so… should have it ready in a couple of days. I'll probably start on at least the big pieces tonight." He nods over to a coat form. "Hope your friend likes it. Got any preferances as to the colors?"

***

"Black, if you can do it" Babs has obviously thought about this. "You can get it done so quickly?" she seems a little surprised. "I hope he does too… like it that is, it's meant as a gift."

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"Well we'll take extra care with it. And yes, well, people do order coats. So I have some of the things onhand. Rawhide, tanned leather and so on. We make it all on site here though not in this room. Stuff stinks." It really does. Kane's good at it but he doesn't hang out in that room the way he does in the smithy. "Anyway, it'll last him forever, I can promise you that. Was there anyhting else?"

***

Babs smiles at the answer given "Extra care" and gives a small chuckle. She wrinkles her nose slightly at the thought of tanning leather, she can imagine the smell. Kanes question has her look at the man carefully and she gives another small smile "I may if you aren't too busy… I'm intrigued by what you do here."

***

"Not really busy no." Kane motions for her to follow as he heads back to the forge to stoke it again. "We make things. All kinds of things, out of metal wood and leather. Mostly we make them using hand tools and not machines, and we're pretty good at it. Mostly. If it can be made, we can figure out a way to do it."

***

Following along, a slight smile on her face, Babs watches as the forge is reheated. "I think you said that before… when I was here last." she murmurs, stopping a suitable distance away "In this day and age, what you do is quite unusual I would think. How did you learn or even decide that this is what you wanted to do?"

***

"I've always been good with my hands." Kane says, nodding to the various ironmongery projects off to the side. Pots, pans, fencing, weapons. It's actually slightly an understatement that he's good with his hands. He's amazing with them. Green thumb, ironwhisperer's touch. If it involves getting his hands dirty, he's good at it. So long as natural materials are involved. "I learned from an old school craftsman who took me on after high school. Family was poor. And I wasn't so bright people were banging down my door to offer my scholarships. But I could work. He taught me how."

***

Babs shakes her head slowly "I really had no idea those types of crafts" she blows out a slow breath "those craftsmen, still existed." she pauses and looks at Kane "Did you learn your trade in Gotham, or elsewhere?"

She's already seen some of his handiwork and knows that it's good. She's more bemused that these types of skills still exist.

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"Here in Gotham, yes." Kane nods. "Not real far from here though the man I learned from is… no longer with us." The blacksmith also blows out a sigh. "And I've never really left. I mean I have clients outside the city but I grew up here, I went to school here, most of my business is here." He shrugs. "My life is here."

***

The sigh isn't missed and Babs speaks quietly "I'm sorry if that causes you pain." The redhead tilts her head as she considers "If you went to school around here, we could have almost been school mates." she smiles slightly "Are you sad that your life is here?" The question is genuine "Mine is, once I came to live with my the man who is now my Dad, Gotham has been my life. I wouldn't have it any other way."

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"Mmmm… I don't… I wouldn't… change most of it. Some things. Gotham is… hard. My family was poor. We barely lived on this side of the criminal. I'm not sure. Maybe. Some good things happened to me… some bad. I guess things really do kind of balance out." Kane shrugs. "Gordon… not…" He doesn't actually say it. Barbara Gordan made front page news after getting shot. He quickly makes the jump.

***

Babs has been watching as the realisation dawns on Kane and she nods slowly "The one and only, it seems…" she murmurs. "Yes, Gotham is hard and things do balance out." it's her turn to shrug "It certainly did for me."

***

"Balance always has a cost…" Kane murmurs. "People who don't get it talk about balance like it's this zen state of perfection. It isn't. Balance means some good things die and some bad things live. It may sometimes necessary but it's never pleasant." He sighs. "Balance means having to give some things up. I prefer unbalance, myself."

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Babs green eyes never leave Kanes face as he speaks "I know what you mean. It's like because light exists, so do shadows… they're connected." she shrugs, unconsciously echoing his. "I'm not sure I can actually put it in words… " Raising her eyebrows "You prefer unbalance?"

***

"Balance equates two things to equal value, or at least equal use. I believe that about many things, but not people. Good, evil. These are not things to be balanced. The world is complicated but some things are not to be tolerated, not to be balaned." Kae murmurs. "But yes."

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A small frown furrows Babs brow "I think I might understand that. But how do you know when they aren't to be balanced?" she pauses briefly "I might feel like that about the man who did this to me…" she gestures to the chair "I don't feel he is to be tolerated… but what if there extenuating circumstances…" the redhead sighs deeply and looks up at Kane.

***

"That's what we have laws for right?" Kane looks up as he starts to hammer iron. "The law tells us when things are and arn't to be balance. The trouble is the law is written by people. People are imprefect. The question you need to be asking, Miss Gorden, is what do you do when the law isn't enough? What do you do when the law doesn't know because the people who wrote it don't know?"

***

"Education, legislation… there is due process…" Babs doesn't believe that for a minute after all The Joker is still on the loose. Sighing the redhead grimaces slightly "That's were these vigilantes feel they can step in and take the law into their hands."

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Kane shrugs. "We're used to thinking about law here in the US… which really is our mistake. We are used to thinking about laws as the ultimate arbiter of right and wrong because that's how we live our lives. But it's not even true then. Our laws don't touch everything. US Law has about the binding effect of wet spaghetti in places outside the lines we've placed for our own authority. We apply different laws to different people, creating classes within classes."

THe man isn't educated, nor is he very intelligent but he likes to read. "The law is not monolithic, and that's why things get so… mucked up. It doesn't apply to all people all places at all times. Sometimes it doesn't apply at all. Is it any wonder some people learn to use that to make sure they can never be touched?"

***

Babs considers Kane carefully and nods slowly "The law should… apply to all people at all times." Babs is an idealogist and though she knows much better, can't help it. "But no, it doesn't surprise me and Gotham…" the redhead sighs deeply "is in more need of those types of things than most."

An alarm sounds on her tablet, currently stored in the arm of her chair. Retrieving the tablet and checking her messages, she cast a wry smile to Kane. "I have something that requires my attention. I must be going. Do you have my contact details?"

***

Kane stops his hammering to look at the paper Babs handed him earlier. "Yes, all here. I can actually have it delivered if you'd like. Bit of a trip to the shop from Old Gotham, but if you'd prefer to pick it up…" Especially if it's a gift.

"Either way, I'll probably see you later. I'm often the one who does the delivering."

***

Babs shrugs "Let me know when it's ready and I'll work out what's best." Smiling as she starts to leave "Thank you for your time Kane, it's been enlightening."

***

"Well, first time for everything." The smith chuckles dryly as he walks Babs out and then returns to the forge. Behind Babs and those inscrutable glasses of hers, the sound of hammer on iron rings out again.


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