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❝  You know in your heart that this “R” doesn’t stand for “ruin.” Every time you put it on, you’re doing what your brothers did. Fighting the good fight and honoring the legacy of the one who saved you from yourself. 

                                  This “R” stands for redemption. ❞

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Holy Bat-Cow! Were all of Damian's brothers this tall, blue eyed, and pretty? She read everyone's files and saw their photos, but she never truly had the time to meet them in person. Maya suddenly felt self conscious, brushing her hair not covered by her helmet to make it neat. She didn't know if she was crushing, or she make a good impression. Either way, she felt her cheeks burn from embarrassment. Was she staring too long? She totally was. So much, she fell into his balcony hard from the roof which caused her invisibility mode to disengage.

When she couldn't turn it back on, she started panicking when she heard a gun cocked in her direction.

Maya was minding her own business, playing with her communicator Damian once gave her for emergencies, when she didn't even notice the Caped Crusader behind her. She wondered why Damian wasn't answering the communicator and refused to believe something horrible had happened to him. Maybe he was stuck somewhere comms go out. After a sigh of frustration, Maya pulled up an old layout to the batcave on her sonic gloves. Hoping it was correct, she turned on her heels and ran right into Batman himself.

❝ Where the hell do you think you're going, @leagueraised? ❞‬ Maya scolded Damian when tried to get out of bed. She placed down her screwdriver and stepped away from her new project to gently push down on his shoulders. If she didn't stun him with her sonic wave gloves hours ago, he would still out there getting himself in a lot more trouble. Lucky for him, she learned and played around with the pulse frequency which put not only Goliath to sleep, but humans. Easier to deal with. Surely, Maya would get an earful later about it, but she had to keep him safe. Like his family, they were stubborn to the bone and apparently loved to collect scars. Battle scars? Idiot scars.