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   the truth is she has no clue what to say. she’s uncomfortable even being here because this sort of situation -- this tragedy is beyond anything that mara can put into words. she had no attachment to superman, metropolis, most heroes outside of the bat themed ones....but she is not so heartless to not see and acknowledge the grief in the air, the suffocating uncertainty and fear that is permeating gotham, the world. though she can never verbalize it, there’s something like relief that comes with seeing her cousin, broken in many ways surely, but alive. mara doesn’t know how to do this, how to connect with people, and she feels foolish in the silence permeating them. she’s trying though. she’s truly trying.

   “ damian. ” she grits her teeth, fists clenching tightly at her sides, “ i'm -- sorry. ” she doesn’t know who he’s lost, who they’ve all lost, but there’s a change in the air that mara can recognize from a mile away and whatever comes to pass from this will assure that nothing is the same. for that, mara, for the first time in years, feels real sympathy for the cousin before her. “ my team is available for assistance, should you need it. ”