It was to be considered a lovely Los Angeles by the morning news report and the news anchor had recommended a healthy dose of sun and activity in a park or in your backyard. So that's exactly what Ann, a girl of sixteen, had done. Not because she particular wanted to spend the day at the park but because she had no where else to go. 

Ann had found a vacancy on a swing set, gently swing back and forth, in some park she didn't care to know the name of and just sat there, lost in a whole world of different thoughts. The world was strange to her now. She no longer lived by the societal norms for a girl her age, if she could still count herself as a real human girl. No parents, no family, no friends, no house, no responsibility, or really anything other than the clothes on her back. But there was one more thing that Ann had that probably no one else in the world could have. Ariadne. 

Ann stopped swinging for a moment and glanced over at her identical partner. Ariadne sat motionless on the swing next to Ann. She looked just like Ann, not that anyone could see her twin as she was best described as "not of this world". But on that swing Ariadne sat, completely visible to only Ann. It was always a curiosity to Ann as she tried to think what was Ariadne thinking about. Ann's mind slipped into a trance as she studied Ariadne's face. It was clenched together as if she was searing in rage and she hardly ever moved. Was her twin always like that? Why couldn't Ann remember anything before her days of captivity? Could Ariadne know and that's what made her so angry? If so, why didn't she ever talk? Ann's existence was already so lonely, she didn't need this constant tease of a family or friend...

As Ann's mind trailed into her mulling over her frustration, the chains of Ariadne's swing rattled a bit causing Ann to snap out of her inner trance. Ariadne was now displaying her teeth and her face was scrunched up in an expression of even fiercer than normal anger. Her gaze remained fixed on some spot and Ann followed it to a where a large figure was taking his hat off in an old fashioned form of greeting to two giddy girls, who laughed after taking a picture and scurried away. 

Ann frowned and her heart felt heavy with sympathy for the large figure, who was no man at all. The little bowler hat rested on top of a large owl-looking head and a claw, with large talons, returned to his side in a lethargic manner. The creature didn't display any emotion, probably because it couldn't, but Ann immediately defaulted to thinking the creature had just been hurt by being gawked at like some caged animal. Whatever it was, Ann could sense it was just like her. A Meta-Human is what they like to labeled Ann and Ariadne but Ann could at least appear normal, this creature.. No this [i]man[/i] was probably stuck in this state for the rest of his life! Emotion swelled inside little Ann and she immediately got up and headed towards this "Owlman". 

Ariadne must have known Ann was heading that way because Ann watched her glide past her sister and settle herself on the grass next to the pond, leaving a place for Ann to sit next to the Owlman. Ann had to admit, she was a bit frightened at first but she began to feel comfortable as she studied the Owlman. He was dressed up as if he was a man out of history, wearing that suit and all. Most comforting was to see him in the harmless act of feeding ducks, which to Ann seemed like the sweetest thing she had seen all day. 

Ann sat down next to the Owlman, her knees tucked in close to her body, and glanced up at him, she gave him a meek smile as she reached into the grass and gathered up a small handful of the feed he had probably dropped and tossed some of it out into the pond. She didn't speak as she really didn't know what you could say to an Owlman, but Ann kind of had a feeling that he couldn't talk back anyways.