That old wanderlust
It wasn't like Owen hadn't enjoyed being part of the Titans, they were a great bunch, but he just couldn't stay cooped up in some HQ all the time. He needed to get back on the road now and then. Even if he wasn't jetting off for some wild and crazy vacation, just to be on the move felt good.
That's what brought him to Gotham. Granted, the place didn't have the best memories for him, with his dad dieing there 'on the job', but it was a big city. Plus, it had a great library.
You wouldn't think it from knowing him, but Owen loved libraries. The smell of old paper, the peace and quiet (but not TOO quiet), and plenty of open table space and old technical manuals to check out. The perfect place to work on blueprints for new gear. Anyone looking over his shoulder tended to just assume he was some kind of Trek or Wars nerd drawing spaceship designs. So yeah, nice places.
At the moment he was about fifty feet up a ladder, perusing some especially dusty materials, fighting off a sneeze.
((open to anyone who might be there and recognize him, or criminals who want to crash the place))
That's what brought him to Gotham. Granted, the place didn't have the best memories for him, with his dad dieing there 'on the job', but it was a big city. Plus, it had a great library.
You wouldn't think it from knowing him, but Owen loved libraries. The smell of old paper, the peace and quiet (but not TOO quiet), and plenty of open table space and old technical manuals to check out. The perfect place to work on blueprints for new gear. Anyone looking over his shoulder tended to just assume he was some kind of Trek or Wars nerd drawing spaceship designs. So yeah, nice places.
At the moment he was about fifty feet up a ladder, perusing some especially dusty materials, fighting off a sneeze.
((open to anyone who might be there and recognize him, or criminals who want to crash the place))