The beeping of the heart monitor was a loud relief in the deafening silence of the room, the steady pace of it brought comfort to the patrons who heard it.

Damian was alive.

The hit was unexpected, a rarity for the Bat family as they make it their mission to anticipate everything. A new Wayne Enterprises building was opening in Boston and Bruce wanted everyone to be there. Why, they had no idea, but no one objected. It was rare for everyone to get together after all. But that didn't make it any less boring for Mary.

There was nothing to do! Her mom and dad were busy with Uncle Bruce and Uncle Tim thanking the guest and Uncle Jason was hiding somewhere to avoid said guest. Only one left was Uncle Damian who was a mix of the two parties.

Meaning: he was her ticket to excitement.

"Dami! Come on!" The jumpy kid led Damian by the hand, excitedly leading him towards the elevator of the multi-billion dollar company.

"Release my arm, mini Grayson." Despite his protest, he followed her lead very reluctantly. Let it have been anyone else and their hand would've been detached from their body.

"No! I wanna go to the top floor!" She enjoys the view from high places. The world looked so small; and just to think if she was down on the ground, she'd look small too.

"Get Grayson or Zatara to take you."

"They're busy."

"Drake."

"Busy."

"Todd, then."

"He's hiding," she tugged him harder. "Come on. It has to be you."

Then it happened.

"Mary!" Her parents were calling out for her. Her dad was running towards her while her mom was mid-spell.

The glass of one of the windows broke and she was thrown back. She watched Uncle Damian fall right in front of her eyes.

Everyone was screaming and rushing towards the doors as her dad and mom swept her up into their arms. "Mary! Are you okay?"

"W-What happened to Uncle Damian?"

"Damian!" The rest of the family are here now. She felt more arms wrap around her. Her mother was now by her side, joining in the tight hold her dad had on her. Grandpa Bruce and her uncles surrounded Damian. Grandpa Bruce was next to him, pressing his hands against his side. Blood kept pooling around his hands. "Damn! Tim! Jason! Call an ambulance!"

It became foggy after that.

"Baby bird?" Mary gasped when she was abruptly brought out of her thoughts and looked up. Her mother was walking towards her with a nurse who no doubt told her where she had run off to. She was wearing a soft smile that didn't seem to belong after all they've been through today. "There you are."

"Oh, momma! It's all my fault!" Mary scooted over to make for Zatanna, who took a seat on the bench right beside her daughter. She pulled the little girl into her arms at the sight of the tears streaming down her face.

"Baby, you can not blame yourself for your uncle getting injured. You couldn't have known what was going to happen." She said, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"B-B-But, if I h-hadn't have dragged him a-along with me, he wouldn't have gotten s-shot!"

"You drag around all of your uncles, Mary." She pulled away from her daughter to look her in her teary eyes, gentle as she brushed her long hair out of her face. "And they all love you for it. You wouldn't be Mary if you didn't make all your uncles dote on you. Dry your eyes, baby bird. None of us blame you for this. Damian won't blame you, either."

"Mary." Jason was standing behind Zatanna, his hands in his pocket. "Damian wants to see you."

"He's awake?" Her uncle nodded.

"The bullet missed everything vital. 'S a flesh wound, really." He looked around the magician to her daughter who was curled in her lap. "Are you ready to go see him?"

Mary shook her head. "No." She struggled out of her mother's arms and ran. Her mom and uncle called after her. She couldn't face her uncle. Not now. There's no way he isn't mad. There's no way he'll forgive her.

It's all her fault.