Hey! So this my second take on DamiMaps. Feel free to check out my first story, called "I'll Figure You Out." This series isn't directly tied to that one, but I'll be answering prompts that I didn't get to in that one here.

This prompt comes from SilverStarPack over on A03

There is a loud crash over the phone along with a, "dang it!"

"Maps, what are you doing?"

"Working on my Leia cosplay."

"Your what?"

"For Gotham Comic Con. Don't tell me you forgot."

"I did not."

"So then how is Han Solo coming along?"

"Swimmingly."

"You haven't started."

"Yes."

o.0.o

Maps tugs at her boots while walking down on of Wayne manor's hallways. She stops before Damian's door and knocks lightly. She waits while the dark haired boy opens the door, and her eyes trail over his outfit when he does. His costume is clearly well-made and screen accurate, but the best part is how great it fits Damian. He looks over Maps in the same way, enjoying the white dress. "Are you ready?" she asks.

"Yes. Pennyworth is giving us a lift."

"Let's go!" She says taking his hand and running down the hallway. They only get a few feet before a voice fills the air.

"Oh my god." Maps and Damian turn around, coming face to face with Tim. "Wait let me get a picture."

"No." Declares Damian while Maps lets out a loud, "Yes!" She slings her arm across his shoulder. The boy debates breaking away, but decides to let them have this one. Tim takes out his phone and snaps the picture.

"If anyone ever see-"

"Shhh, Dami." Says Maps before turning to Tim and asking if he can text it to her.

"Of course. Have fun." He turns to leave smiling to himself. Maps phone dings in her yellow backpack.

"He has your phone number?"

"Yep and I have his."

"-TT-"

"Don't worry. We don't talk about you behind your back."

o.0.o

"Look! The lines moving!" Maps exclaims jumping up and down in an attempt to see over people's heads. They walks excitedly up to the entrance. People check them for con badges. They hold on to each other as they get pushed by the mob into the convention center.

Damian feels Maps suck in a large breath as the get their first look at the dealer's floor. Booths stretch far and wide selling stuff from all corners of nerd culture. She looks down and the map of the convention center and begins to move. Damian follows her into the fire.

Their feet come to a stop before a man with a professional camera pointed at a blue police box. A man and a women lean out of the door on the box. The man behind the camera takes the picture. As soon as the box is clear Maps jumps up into it, and Damian follows not protesting. "Smile." she tells him striking a pose. The photographer in a long scarf snaps the shot. She hastily moves to see the picture and buys a printed copy at the table. She smiles at Damian's charming smile as she slips it into her backpack. She also takes a notebook out and crosses something out with a chewed Paper Mate pen. "Step one done!"

"How many are left?" Damian asks mildly concerned for what Maps has planned.

"72 for today."

o.0.o

The night air meets them as Maps triumphantly walks out holding a Sherlock print. "Number," yawn, "seventy-two is," yawn, "done." She leans up against Damian out of exhausted. He doesn't even appear to be tired.

"How many are on tomorrow's list?"

"82 and the includes the Carrie Fisher," yawn "panel. We're like Comic Con wizards." They start to walk down the street comforted by the background noise of the crowd and their own silence. "I love you." Maps speaks into the absence of conversation.

"I know." He responds making her smirk, before adding, "and I love you too."