A/N: Howdy! So this is my first Batman fanfiction- also my first fanfic written in English! I promise there is a plot in here somewhere ;) I know it can be annoying when OC's are thrown in, but I attempted to make it fit in as well as possible! Please review if you can, criticism is always welcome! I had to write a prelude so you could better understand the character. I promise more happens in the first chapter! I unfortunately don't own any characters aside from my OC Rowan. Enjoy! :)


Prelude

"Control is you're greatest ally, Rowan."

She had heard those words uttered in her ear since the mere age of six. It was then her adopted parents discovered what abilities the child possessed. They wasted no time shipping her off to doctors, praying the phenomena could be easily diminished. It was all in her best interest of course. Rowan was far too young to control something far beyond her understanding. Unfortunately no one seemed to name her condition. Some suggested she was mentally ill, others believed she had a gift for doing something only few could. Her mother and father saw it as a danger, a danger to the public and a danger to their darling daughter.

By the age of ten, Rowan Adair had encountered nearly fifteen doctors. A psychiatrist by the name of Doctor Maria Haven claimed to have identified the so called 'problem'- cerebral control. Her parents were shocked to find she could manipulate minds with ease. The outcomes of her powers were not always pleasant, however. And seeing as their was no ridding her of it, they opted to assist her in controlling it. That began an entire new wave of psychiatrists working with the girl to conceal it. As far as they were all concerned it wasn't a gift, it was a curse.

When her seventeenth year arrived, she was beginning to believe that was true. Doctors could offer her nothing except advice on how to contain it- which rarely ever succeeded. Her parents couldn't provide her with answers she so longed for, they didn't even hold records of her birth parents. That was the day she parted from her home with good intentions. College appealed to her first, of course, but remaining in one had never been her forte. Each one she applied to immediately accepted her, not much of a surprise. She'd managed to obtain a PhD in psychology, but never put it to good use. She was on a journey, much like the soul-seeking chick flicks scattering the television. The resemblance always made her giggle.


Rowan had become accustomed to traveling by the age of twenty-seven. Motel rooms were a daily part of her life, along with both gruesome and memorizing sights. She never cared to stay anywhere long. If her destination couldn't provide her with answers she would simply seek out a new one. Many towns she fled from due to accidents she'd caused. A few incidents such as mental breakdowns and mental imprisonment were caused when she unintentionally used her powers. The worst part was she couldn't cure who was affected, she didn't know how to. Often times she thought about isolation, but then finding help wouldn't be possible. So, she continued to run.

That one-track mind was exactly what led her to Gotham.