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The next time Maps sees Damian, it’s at a little diner in Gotham a few months after he’d been expelled. It’s not like she was going inside for food. With it being one of the Sunday’s they got out of the school grounds the entire gang had decided to go an old sports supplies store for Kyle’s tennis supplies (preferred their stuff to the academies, that she knew).
And, so, instead of snooping around in a store she knew every inch of, Maps had gone to get herself and Olive a milkshake this place sold. The best milkshake in Gotham no matter what anyone (Pomeline) said.
Milkshakes were secure, the plastic bottles tucked away in her yellow backpack, and Maps was ready to go. And then she saw Damian come through the door with a...cop? And go over to a table. Huh.
Maps ran over at a light speed - heh- and came to a stop just in front of the table, grinning.
“Hey, Damian.”
The boy in question blinked in surprise but let it easily pass and be replaced by a neutral explanation, “Maps.”
“You remembered, of course, I’m not easy to forget,” Maps grinned, hands behind her back gripped together and shoulders high.
“And who’s this?” the cop questioned, his own blue eyes glinting with amusement.
“I’m Maps, nice t’meet you, mister. Are you related to Damian? Did he get into trouble? It wasn’t me this time I swear- don’t think I can ever say thank you enough for that-, sorry. Me and Damian went to school together at Gotham Academy. Gained a friend in less than a day, quite literally. Never got to see him again.”
“That so?” the cop grinned and rest his arms on the table, nonchalant as Damian kicked him under the table “My name is Richard, call me Dick. I’m a...close relative, of Damian’s. Didn’t realise he had such cute friends, never tells me anything,” again another kick “Is that a bat symbol?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah!” Maps giggled and patted the top of her cap “It’s like the batarang Damian gave me. Super cool, huh?”
“Oh, very cool.”
“Why are you here?” Damian cut in, looking to Maps. What was Dick doing talking to his friend? Hpmh.
“I’m getting drinks for me and Olive- and I better go get them to her. Looks like it’s gonna start raining, see you again, Damian. You too, Dick. The food here is really good,” Maps replied in a haste, giving the two a short wave before rushing out the store with the door bell jingling as she did so.
Dick rest his cheek on his palm, turning to Damian with a wide grin, “So this is the little birdy Tim told us about, hm? You’re her Robin, and she even got a batarang. I’m jealous.”
“Shut up, Dick ,” Damian muttered and delivered a rather hard kick just below the others knee.
Whatever. He most certainly wasn’t blushing.