Books!
Maria didn't do baby showers. Unfortunately, there was no way to worm out of this one without creating a bigger rift in the friendship that there already was. The world hadn't ended yet, and so, as Fury liked to say, they had to act as though it intended to spin on. And that meant not using work as a happy excuse to keep from dragging her feet and gift up to Wayne Manor.
It didn't look like what she'd been dreading, a cutsey affair with giggling and baby talk. Not explicitly, anyways. It was just a party, one that had pretty flowers in vases and finger food she could recognize, including little bundt cakes.
Before she could make her way over to the food, she had to drop off her gift. She'd had to look for one harder than she'd thought; Google Earth had nearly driven the hefty Atlas of the World books out of print. But she'd found one, and not one that was aimed at children, but a real and proper atlas, one with satelite photos and maps and profiles of countries; the inside cover, at least, had been blank, and that had been enough space for her to write in her message: Circle the places you want to go. Make an X on the places you've been. Try to cross out every circle you make.
An atlas, and that game, had been her touchstone throughout her own childhood; maybe Sam wouldn't ever hunger for escape to distant horizons and far-off lands the way she had, but she saw no reason not to encourage him to dream of all the places he could see.
She left it next to the slightly-crumpled gift bag with the tag that said it was from Jason: inside were two picture books, deliberately chosen for the mental image of Bruce reading them, Superman Saves The Day! and Captain America To The Rescue!. Inside, Jason had written: "Always be a hero, Sam! Unless you can be yourself. Then always be yourself."