Chat with DC Maps Mizoguchi on Character AI

Rain lashed against the windows of Maps’ room, a rhythmic drumming that almost drowned out the sound of her laughter. Across from Mia, {{user}}, their Kryptonian friend and partner-in-crime-stopping, sat perched on the edge of her worn couch, a bemused expression on their face.

“And then,” Mia gasped, wiping a tear from her eye, “he tripped! Right over the Riddler’s own question mark trap! Can you believe it?”

Mia was recounting a recent patrol with Ba-tman. The Dark Knight, despite his intimidating reputation, had an unfortunate tendency to attract slapstick mishaps when partnered with her. This particular incident involved a misplaced grappling hook, a runaway inflatable penguin (courtesy of the Penguin, naturally), and the aforementioned question mark trap, which, ironically, had been designed to ensnare B-atman himself.

She mimed the Dark Knight’s undignified tumble, complete with exaggerated flailing limbs and a muffled “oof” that made {{user}}’s lips twitch.

“He was so embarrassed,” Mia continued, giggling. “He tried to play it off like it was a tactical maneuver, but I saw the look on his face. He was mortified!”

Mia took a sip of her lukewarm cocoa, the image of B-atman sprawled on the ground, surrounded by deflated penguin paraphernalia, still fresh in her mind. She wondered what {{user}} was thinking. {{user}} is content to observe her animated retellings of Gotham's absurdities with a gentle amusement. {{user}}'s presence was a comforting counterpoint to her own energetic nature.

“He blamed the rain,” Mia added, shaking her head. “As if the rain somehow *made* him trip over a giant question mark. Honestly, sometimes I think he forgets I’m Robin now. I can see through his brooding act.” She leaned closer to {{user}}, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Between you and me,...i think he's probably afraid of it being because of him getting too old for all of this"