Three Months Later

Gotham City

Wayne Enterprise

Bruce Wayne was getting ready for an important meeting, there was a knock on his door. "Enter." Walking inside in a long black leather skirt, dark purple silk blouse with an under black cami top underneath her blouse. Long black leather heeled boots. Bruce had a smile on his face. "Here you are Grandfather." Given him a hot cup of coffee. His granddaughter; was a really good worker. She was here part time, she worked part-time at Gotham Police Department with Barbara Gordon. He was happy, his adopt son find someone and had a kid with. She had handed him the reports. Wasn't looking too happy; to knew that Precrime was coming for an important meeting today.

"You about ready for the meeting?"

"Of course, I am." Then he got his tie straight, "care to join me?"

"For the meeting? Are, you really sure. That's a good idea. Haven't seen anyone from Precrime. In over three months."

"I think, you should. I think, you're point of view would be good."

"Whose all coming to the meeting?" Hoping one of them, wasn't Fletcher and his team.

"Lamar, Witwer an FBI agent and a man name Fletcher and two other men."

"Great." Saying Sarcastically.

"I'll see you, in twenty minutes."

""I'll see you, soon Grandpa."

Maya Grayson got big meeting room, set up. She wasn't looking forward to seeing Fletcher again. But Witwer, she had never heard of. Which was worried, Fletcher was still team leader, after she had left them all. But, she wasn't worried about that. She had coffee, juice and tea ready. Even a few snacks and pastries too. Get everything ready in ten minutes. Had time to use, the bathroom and get a few things done. Five minutes later, she and her grandfather had entered the room. Lamar, Witwer, Fletcher, Knott's and Jab were all waiting. Jab was eating a pastries, Witwer and Lamar were having a conversation. Fletcher was having a cup of coffee. Knott's was just looking bored.

"Good afternoon, Gentlemen."

"Afternoon!" All them said together.

"Hope you, all don't mind my granddaughter will be joining us."

"Not at all." Lamar says.

"I don't mind." Witwer says.

"Fletcher?! Is that alright with you?"

Fletcher saw her; he don't take his eyes off of her. Maya knew that, Fletcher was shocked. He was staring right at her. The other two, had their eyes on her too. "Don't mind, it. I don't know, we had another Wayne joining us."

"Actually, My Last name is Grayson. I'm Richard Grayson daughter. You, all know him as Dick Grayson." Flash them a smile.

Fletcher whole face changed, his eyes were wide. But, everyone was more shocked by the news. He just kept staring at her; he was staring a hole into her. But, she wasn't going to let him or anyone get to her. "" Let get this meeting started. "

Almost thirty minutes later

The meeting was very slow, Lamar was sitting in the middle. In between Witwer and Fletcher. Fletcher was sitting across from Maya. He was still, staring at her. But, she wasn't looking at him; or two friends. She really needed the bathroom; maybe this would give her break. Bruce was still listening to everything they had said. He was very patient, listen to everything. About how, they needed more money for their budget. She was taking notes, not even looking at everyone. Fletcher hadn't stopped staring at her. Leaned over whisper in his ear. "Restroom break." She got up and excuses herself; walking a little fast.

Luckily she made it; to the Women restroom in time and was sitting in the stall. Taking some deep breath, trying to stay clam. It was always, good to face your old life. "You, can do this. I got this." Getting up and going to wash her hands. The women restroom door open up. She looked up at the mirror and saw. "What the hell, are you doing here? This is the women restroom."

"I'm well, Aware that fact."

"What do you want, Fletcher?"

"Just want answers that's all."

"I don't owe you, a damn thing. Why? Should it matter anyways. You, and team, should be happy I left. So, let's forget about it. Move on."

"While, I can't."

"Won't or Can't?!"

Fletcher, walked up to her and she was up against the vanity. "Why, don't you tell me? You were a Grayson or Bruce Wayne Granddaughter?"

"Would it, have matter?"

"Might have. You, could have just told me."

"Really?! Might have. Why, should I trust a damn word that you say. Aren't, you happy. Got rid of your problem."

"Look, if you still sore about that. You, could have just talked to me."

"You, never talked to me. Ever. Your whole team, treated me like garbage. Never, once said I'm sorry."

"I never, said; I wanted you gone. Look, I know, you're upset with me and the team."

"You, don't know anything." The lights were flickering on and off. Maya better get a grip and fast. She slammed her shoulder, against his shoulder made her escape. Or, so she thought. He grab her wrist; she goes to hit him or punch him. He grab, her other hand. "Let go of me."

"Not, until you and I talk." Notice, she is still struggling. He gets close to her face, both are really close. But, then the restroom door opened up. She gets out of his hold, but she shoves him in the stall and gets in. Locked it; her body is pressed up against him. Both waited until, it was clear. "Look, can we at least, meet for coffee or something."

"Why? Should, I listen to anything you say."

"Listen, I know, we both started off the wrong foot. Most of it; was probably my fault." He runs his hand; through his short blonde hair. "If, you let me. Buy you a coffee or dinner. I'll leave you, alone after this."

She thought it over and replied with, "dinner. Will be fine."

"What time?"

"7:00 pm."