Wayne Manor

4:45 pm

Maya, had just gotten home after a long day at the hair salon. Her hair and nails are done for tonight. Goes upstairs to her bedroom. Looking through her dresses, she had two choices for tonight. A strapless short red dress and her dark blue and black dress. Tried on her strapless red dress first, but it wasn't right. She put on her dark blue blue and black dress. It was strapless too. Her dress, was very nice and she knew this was right one. Getting out her black heels, putting them on. Heading for the bathroom, she goes to do her makeup. Does her face creamer first, so her makeup and face are very smooth.

Getting out her Moisturizer, Mascara, her eyebrows brush and pencil. Eyeshadow, blush and highlighter. Her moisturizer, is rubbed into her skin. Her highlighter and blush is on. Doing a smoke eyeshadows, eyeliner and mascara too. Has a huge smile on her face. Then she pulls, out her lipstick and gloss. Her dark red lipstick is on her lips. Putting her lip gloss in her purse. She goes downstairs, heading right for the kitchen. Making herself, a nice cup of hot tea. Sitting down by the island, putting her sugar, honey and lemon in her tea. She groaned, at the taste of it. Her lips, are against the cup. Taking a long slip, tasting the sugar, honey and lemon.

Tap her foot, on the floor. Just waiting for Fletcher, to show up. Hoping everything goes alright for the night. The doorbell rang, "Mr Fletcher. How good to see you again. How are you? Enjoying Gotham City, so far."

"I been good. Gotham City, lot more different then I thought. Mr Wayne!"

"Never, did thank you the other day. For stopping your associates behavior through my granddaughter."

"It was, no problem. I wasn't sure, who she was with you either. But, I try not to make assessments about people."

"True. I never told, people that my granddaughter worked for me.

"Can understand, she looks pretty dedicated to her two jobs."

"What you think, of Gotham City Vigilante?"

She was curious, about Fletcher answer. "I honestly, I'm not sure what to think about her. Think, she's a criminal needs to be locked away. But, another side of me. Is kinda of jealous of her."

"Jealous?! How?" Bruce asked curiously.

"She, gets to beat up on the bad guys. Plus, better trained, not afraid to back down."

"Sounds like you admire her." She smiled at her grandfather, talking about her alter ego.

"Well, I'm not to sure, but she's very different from what I seen." Fletcher, voice was unsure at the moment.

Standing up, she decided it was time to make an entrance. See that, Fletcher is wearing a black button up shirt; his black jeans and black boots. He looked nervous, but, he was a little dress up. But not very much, she is walking up to them. Neither, men was paying attention to her. Not, until she clear her throat, both men turn to her. "Sorry, Granddaughter. Don't notice, you had entered the room." He gave her; a small smile at her. "It's alright, you were too busy talking." Then turn her head; look at Fletcher, "are you about ready to go?" He looks her up and down, very much checking her out. "Yeah. I'm ready to go. If you are." She smiles at him, "I'm ready."

He helps her to the car, lead her to the passenger side. Opening up the door, she smiles at him. He returned her smile.

At the restaurant

6:55 pm

She asked him, "what is it about criminal profiling? That you need help with."

"I have never, done criminal profiling before actually." He admitted to her.

"So, why do you wanna know now? I thought, they showed you, at Precrime?" Curious to hear his answer.

"No! The procogs are never wrong."

She crosses her arms over her chest, "that's not what I ask you. You, said you wanted my help. I want the truth from you."

"Ahhh, no, they only teach us the procogs are right and never wrong." He looks at her. "I've been a Treasury agent for the last eight years."

Her eyes were wide, "you're kidding me, right."

"I'm afraid not, that's all I know. I'm not that vigilante or your police force."

"This is going, be a lot tougher then I thought." Lay her arm on the table, her hand on her cheek. "But, lucky for you. I don't back down from a Challenge."

"I'm glad, to hear that. Cause, I'm afraid we're all going to need all help, we can get." Even he, was ashamed to admit it.

"What made you, seek help in the first place." She takes a bite of her salad.

"The Vigilante, told us too."

"Is this Vigilante, your new boss." She was smirking even wider.

"No! She's not." He groans loudly.

"How did you know, she was a woman?" She was laughing, very loudly.

"Her body. Voice, their were a few things too."

"It look like, she made an impression on you. It sims, like she did more then that."

"Not really, alright maybe a little."

She pulls out a case file, they got right to work on it. She shows him, some details about the suspect. Show him photographs of the victims and suspects. He paid attention to every detail, she was given him. He, then tell her about his days in the treasury agency. Show him, a couple of thing's, on criminals that she knows. Plus, past criminals who were badly dangerous. She tells him; about some of the horrors from the past. He was shocked, about some of the stories. But, he did come here for help after all. Even show him, some pictures of victims who were badly hurt or dead. He couldn't believe, how much she had shown him.

"Well, that does help out a lot. Thank You."

"Your Welcome."