Disclaimer: Do people still do these? I don't own Dick Grayson or any other DC related things. I do however own Maya.

Warning: Use of the word Fag.

I have decided to bring some of my more popular stories here. I will warn you it's not the best edited because I currently have a job that consumes most of my time and also pays me vs. this that doesn't. So forgive a poor old lady for her mistakes.

This story started as an idea from reading a ton of those #onlyinGotham memes on Tumblr. It then turned into basically a stress reliever during work when my (old) passive aggressive boss use to freak out because I wasn't doing her job. I would then hide in the bathroom and write my ideas on my phone.

And this story was born.

I hope you enjoy.

It all started with a tinfoil hat.

Maya had just started at the Budehaven Police Office almost a week ago. Front desk, signing in criminals, degenerates, and just drunks who had messed up. It would have been a hard job but she had worked many Christmases in retail before this so she was use to insanity. On that particular night she had her bright pink and purple hair braided to the side. She was pulling the night shift and was sure at this point it was more of a fluffy mess than a real braid.

Which is why she had been playing with it when they walked in.

The poor police officer was dragging in a very rugged looking man who had a tinfoil hat on. The guy was screaming at the top of his lungs about the problems with the government, especially how they didn't respect equal rights for same-sex animal's to marry all the while calling the rather frustrated officer a fag.

"In England; a fag is a cigarette," Maya said pulling out the paperwork and handing it to the officer, her bright eyes never leaving the tinfoil hat man. He stopped mid-sentence about the injustice of taxes on plants to look at her.

"Are you a fairy?"

She didn't miss a beat nodding, "Yes, and how are you doing today gentleman?"

Tinfoil hat let out a long sighed leaning on the counter as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him, "I am sad."

"Why?"

"The world is so unjust."

She nodded leaning forward as if they were both old beaten down warriors of justice. Batman had nothing on them; they were fighting the true fight. "You are so right."

The Police officer let out of laugh sliding the clipboard toward her before mouthing "Thank You." While it was a simple phrase his face told her how truly grateful he was. Maya turned to him taking the papers scanning the names.

"Now… Mr. Hamming, you need to go with the nice officer Grayson here to get your picture taken."

At this Tinfoil Hat, because no matter some paperwork SAID his name would always be Tinfoil hat to Maya, grabbed her hand. Panic in his eyes.

"I won't get my picture unless she comes." he looked up at Grayson who didn't seem like he wanted to have this fight. "She's my fairy!" Maya seeing that the real person who had been weighted down by the world was Officer Grayson. She didn't know how she could help him unless…

"I'll try and stand off to the side."

Grayson shrugged, "Who am I to argue with a fairy." Let's just get this night over with

As they walked to the holding cells Tinfoil introduced everyone to "his fairy" every time Grayson would let out a small laugh.

As they took Tinfoil's pictures, he had refused to let go of Maya's hand so she had to duck and dodge the camera. From his place next to the photographer she could see Officer Grayson laughing. She couldn't help but grin back. This was the kind of situations that Maya thrived in. The ones that made great stories at parties after.

Once Tinfoil hat was comfortably sitting in a cell Maya walked back to her desk with officer Grayson.

"You know he didn't stop screaming until you spoke to him. You have a way with people."

Maya shrugged off the compliment, "It's the hair, it had magical properties."

"Well, you have a true gift."

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"Hey Fairy"

Maya couldn't help but smile up at her new adventure buddy. After last night they had really bonded over Tinfoil man. And by "really bonded" they had a short laughed over her dodging the camera then a few words before Officer Grayson left for the night leaving Maya to go wash her hands and get back to her long night.

Yep, life buddies.

"Hey, Officer Grayson."

She had honestly assumed he wouldn't even remember her.

Then again it's the hair. Everyone remembers the hair.

"You can call me Dick."

"Oh, can I?"

"Yes…" he paused for a moment, considering something, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. The same look he had while Maya was ducking the camera last night. For a moment she wondered if she had something on her face. "But only if you have coffee with me tomorrow before work."

"Can I have tea?"

"You can have whatever you want."

"A Puppy? No, a pony. I want to ride it to work instead of drive. Then I can be a real fairy."

He laughed, "Wouldn't a fairy fly to work?"

"Are you a fairy?"

"No"

"Then don't tell a fairy how she gets around."

He laughed shaking his head as if unsure what to make of her. It was a nice sound. Maya couldn't help but like how easily he did it. Laughing wasn't something she saw a lot in this city, especially in her current job. Who would think that people getting arrested made people grumpy?

When she had taken this job she had just assumed it was going to be a ton of uptight cops and screaming robbers. But Officer Gra… Dick wasn't what she was expecting at all.

This could make for a great story at her next party. Whenever that was.

I low key wanted to make a joke about Dick Grayson being a cigarette because he's smoking.

…

Ok I'll let myself out.