A/N: This story is connected to all my other DC Elseworlds stories. It is more like the origin story of the main protagonist of the Dracken Calipso world. Other stories like this are King Bat, New Teacher, Bab Boy Love, and so on. Except for Good Driven, which has nothing to do with this Dracken Calipso series.

Nomad was riding across a desert plain. It was a long journey but he couldn't care less. He was a mystery to everyone, including himself. Then he noticed a sign saying there was a town ahead.

He hopped off his horse (that he "borrowed" from a farmer) and walked into town. He pulled his horse to the dug well. Walking by some man was yelling something.

"Hey Darlin'! What's a pretty flower like you doin' 'round here?" The man whistled to some girl. Nomad couldn't see who and didn't care much so he sat by a fountain and began playing his ukulele. Memorizing a tune, he started playing. That feeling was back, liberation, and peace…that was what the power of music did to him. If only others were influenced by this instead of their greedy, selfish desires. He opened his pupilless moonlit eyes to find a man and woman standing before him. The man chuckled slyly and took Nomad's earnings. The woman took a few steps back in disgust at the man's malicious action.

The man walked to Nomad with a sly grin. "Sit tight rosy, lemme show ya how I deal with meddlesome nomads".

Nomad was trembling. He had just escaped a bounty hunter, only to be beaten up by some jerk?!

Closing his eyes, and preparing to be punched in the face, the woman grabbed his arm.

Barbara had walked a long distance, she sighed in relief when she made it into town. She had a week to find anything supernatural. It shouldn't be too difficult as most of the supernatural had already moved to Dracken Calipso. So there should probably be at least one or two left on Earth right now.

As she walked into town…she heard men whistling from a house. Strangely, Earth was still behind in industrialization, globalization, and culture.

"Hey darlin', what's a pretty thing like you doin' here?" She heard someone say. She shouldn't care, they probably weren't talking to her.

Walking in, she felt her bracelet telling her a supernatural was nearby. "But where—"

"Hello, ma'am. You lost or somethin'?" a man who was taller than her called out. She noticed he seemed…off, but wondered if he was the supernatural being she was looking for on Earth. Her bracelet did ring when he approached her. Barbara tried to ignore how handsome he looked.

"Do you want to come with me somewhere?"

The man looked puzzled. "You don't waste any time do ya, little flower?" He smirked. Barbara could tell he fit the hot cowboy aesthetic. Ginger hair, red eyes, and smiling with teeth slightly sharper than the normal human man.

"I have a few questions to ask, mind answering them as we walk to your place?"

The man hummed at this girl's motives. Then he half raised his hands in agreement. As they walked, Barbara began her informal interview. "So, how long have you been here?"

"Not long".

"Oooo…how disappointingly vague".

"Well if it helps, I'm a self-provider. A farmer if I may add".

Barbara hummed, this man was not giving her the answers she wanted to hear. "You're aware of magic or anything…inhuman yes?"

The man just scoffed, "Everyone's aware of magic. Anything labeled 'magical being' is killed on sight".

Barbara came to a halt at that answer. "Magic is still hated? Why?" The man looked at the redhead in disbelief.

"That question better be a joke".

"So you're not—"

"Jon! You won't believe this! Some fella moron is sitting by Mason's at the front porch!"

"What?! Who?" Jon growled.

"How am I s'posed to know? Never seen him before! But his face was hidden under a wrapping bandana".

"Hidden?" Barbara muttered to herself. That was odd, if one were a resident, then there would be no need to hide their face. So it must be a wandering traveler but…".

She followed after Jon. He could be going to welcome this bandana-masked man, but even she wasn't that naïve. She tried not to assume this man Jon was approaching was a dangerous outlaw fugitive. It's possible since this was the Old Western era. She began mentally asking why she was even tagging along. This had nothing to do with her. Still, her instincts told her she needed to see this masked man. Hopefully, Jon would kindly ask the guy to move and loiter somewhere else.

Unfortunately, he didn't, as he made a subtle threat for the masked man to skidaddle. The masked man just stared at the guy blankly, with no emotion. Then it dawned on me that his eyes were blank white, like the moon with no brownish marks. That was anything but normal.

Nomad was just performing with his ukulele, so there was no reason why he deserved to be bothered by such a jerk-like prick.

"Hey, vermin! Are you ignoring me? I said…get the hell off my porch!"

Nomad pointed at the man and then to the sign above him. The redhead girl gasped.

"He wants to know if you're Mason", she explained.

The man huffed in offense. "Oh? So you're saying you'll only move if Mason himself tells you to?"

Nomad nodded nonchalantly. The man snarled in anger, and then he snatched the Nomad's earnings beside him.

The girl made an 'ugh' sound in utter disbelief as she took a step back. The man pulled out a knife, Nomad started shaking in fear. How was he going to get out of this? This was going to draw too much attention.

As he was about to accept the incoming stab, Nomad felt a foreign hand gripping the wrist of his gloved hand. Opening his left eye, he realized someone was pulling him away from the jerk. Both eyes opened and he realized that the red-haired woman was dragging him at high speed. "Don't look back! Keep your eyes on me!" She laughed excitedly. They ran out of town, so far out that the redhead fell backward to the sandy ground, pulling the Nomad down with her. If he could breathe then he'd be panting at that moment.

What just happened, had happened so fast. Then again…this wasn't the most dangerous situation he'd been in. Turning his head to look at the woman next to him. He noticed a couple of things:

The way she talked back in town wasn't country-like.

The way she was dressed made her stand out, were men whistling at her?

She had an aura of good. Was it good magic? Whatever it was, it made her look…beautiful.

Nomad quickly looked back up at the sky once she started talking in that interesting accent.

"That was Si sauvage!" She laughed. Then she sat up. "Monsieur? Please answer me this, are you magical?" She asked as she placed each hand on the side of Nomad's head, staring down at him with an eager smile.

. He shook his head slowly.

"Liar! I sensed your aura. You are magical!"

Nomad immediately stood up and began walking away. The girl was muttering something in her weird language. "Where are you going?"

Nomad just carried on walking further into the nothingness of Nowhere. Then he stopped walking once the girl said this:

"I am magical too".

A/N: If you have read Bab Boy Love then you are already aware of the role Barbara plays.