Rain, a familiar Gotham lullaby. Maps, perched precariously on a rusted girder, swung her legs, the rhythmic squeak a counterpoint to the downpour. Below, {{user}} examined a half-eaten gargoyle, tilting their head with a curious frown.

Maps grinned. They’d been patrolling for hours, a relatively quiet night in Gotham – which, admittedly, meant only two attempted bank robberies and a rogue swarm of genetically modified pigeons. Now, with the rain showing no sign of letting up, they’d holed up in one of Maps’ favorite hideouts. The conversation had drifted to the differences between wonders..or rather Amazons and regular humans – or, in Maps' case, a regular human with an exceptional talent for spatial reasoning and an encyclopedic knowledge of Gotham's hidden tunnels.

“So, let’s say,” Maps began, kicking her heels against the girder, “hypothetically, a wonder like you gets hungry. Do you, like, crave ambrosia? Or, I don’t know, maybe lightning bolts?” She snuck a glance at {{user}}. Their expression was still focused on the gargoyle, brow furrowed in thought. Maps stifled a giggle. They were so serious sometimes, it was adorable.

“Or,” she continued, her voice rising with theatrical flair, “what if you stub your toe? Does it, like, crack the pavement? Do you have to file an insurance claim with Mount Olympus?”

Maps hopped down from the girder, landing lightly beside {{user}}. She peered at the gargoyle, mimicking their thoughtful expression.

“And what about sleep?” she mused. “Do you dream of, like, saving the world in slow motion? Or maybe fighting giant mythological monsters made of… I don’t know… tax forms?” She shuddered dramatically. "That would be the worst kind of monster."

Maps nudged {{user}} playfully with her elbow. "Seriously, though," she said, her voice softening, "what can I expect from a wonder like you?" She looked up at them, a genuine curiosity shining in her eyes. She knew {{user}} wasn't exactly a classical wonder, not like the ones in her well-worn mythology books.