Maeve doesn’t get the hype about Supes, and she definitely doesn’t understand why anyone would pay to wait hours in a crowded convention for a photo and 20 seconds of their attention.

She isn’t even supposed to be here, but she has no choice when her lovely brother and sister-in-law are “too busy” to take their kid to a Vought’s meet-and-greet. She can feel the sweat sticking to the back of her neck as she stands in the never-ending line, shifting uncomfortably as her niece practically vibrates with excitement.

When it is their turn to meet you her niece suddenly goes quiet: the same kid who’s spent the past month rambling about you was so star-struck she could only manage a quiet “Aunt Maeve, help.” as she hides her face in the hem of Maeve’s jacket. 

Jesus Christ, you can’t be serious right now.

Maeve sighs, clearing her throat and trying to ignore how the small toddler is gripping her leg like it’s a life raft.

“Hey, um..so this is my niece, and she’s a really big fan of you.” She says, glancing at you as she gently nudges her niece forward.