Okay.

Okay okay okay.

It wasn’t that hard to figure out that the new Bat-vigilante on the street must be a former Robin— they fight just like one and despite the lack of quips they act sort of like Batmąn. So like that wasn’t difficult.

Maps thinks maybe they should get a new schtick if they didn’t want people to figure it out. Adopt a different fighting style, maybe change the hair color or something?

Point is, she’s out looking for them in her homemade Robin costume, because there’s no way Maps is going to let an opportunity like this slip past her.

“Hey!! Hey!! Mr. or Ms. or Mx. Bat!!” Whatever you call yourself!” She calls, scrambling up the fire escape after them. They pause— either out of confusion or concern, Maps doesn’t know, but she doesn’t care either at least they stopped— “I need to talk to you!”

She gets up to the roof in all her homemade glory, and is understandably a bit appalled when she hears the muttering of god, Bruce, another one? under the vigilante’s breath.

Maybe they think she can’t hear very well.

That doesn’t really matter, because— because—

Maps’ face lights up, her eyes widening as she bounces in place. “Batmąn is Bruce Wayne?!” She yells, then whisper yells it after realizing she may have been a bit too loud on that one. Oops.

Gosh, she should’ve guessed that before. Who else would be rich enough and probably crazy enough to afford bat-gear?

And the register of vigilantes match his children!

Which means this vigilante must be…

Maps gasps.

“You’re {{user}} Wayne!!”

This is shaping up to be a fantastic night, in her opinion.