Early the next morning

5:45 am

With her leotard on and along with her tights. She is working on her flips and weapons, escrima sticks she uses for practice. She had always, loved watching her dad working out. He would invite her; to join him. He was always, so proud of her. So, busy training, that she hadn't noticed that her grandfather and someone else were watching her. She is training, even faster. Having her kicked working for her. Trolling, tossing and flipping them. Standing up right, putting her leg behind. The other leg; was bend forward. Standing there for a few minutes. Turning up her music; very loud. She is working with her escrima sticks; while doing her gymnastics and acrobatics.

One hour later

She does a double back flip, lands on her feet, right in front of Fletcher. She is sweating everywhere, her hair; is in a high ponytail and breathe heavily. "What are you doing here?" Turn off her music; she grabs a towel and her water bottle.

"Came to check on you."

"You, don't have to do that."

"I know, don't. But, you don't say much on the car ride back here."

"Had a lot on my mind." She is taking some deep claiming breathe. Take a long drink; then she looks over her shoulder. He is staring at her back side or her ass. He better be staring at her back. She thought to herself; but his eyes were glued to her ass. She takes her towel, tap him in the face.

"Hey?!" He grabs her towel, she tagged back and he pulled very hard. Almost pulling her; about tripped on her own feet. He pulled her whole body. Up against his own body. Both of them, are just staring at each other. His hands grip her waist; her hands are gripping his arms. Looked into each other eyes; neither one of them speak.

"Maya, you better get clean up. Your wanted by Commissioner Gordon, down at the morgue."

"Okay." She stepped back, running upstairs to take a long hot shower. Leaving Fletcher standing there, unsure of himself. She felt guilty; but couldn't understand why he came back. He had, showed up to check on her. Don't even act like, the old person who treated her like nothing.

Thirty minutes later

Going down the stairs, to the kitchen. Felt very bad, thinking Fletcher left went back to his friends. But, he was drinking coffee and eating a muffin. Had on a dark blue top on, her black pants and long riding boots on. Her black leather jacket, belong to her father. "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing, really just worried about you."

"You?! Could come with me. If, you too. Can, even bring your team. It's up to you."

He just smiled, "I'll call them."

Before she head, to the garage and get her motorcycle. He grabs her arm; "wanna ride with me."

"Got something against motorcycles?"

"No! I don't have anything against motorcycles. Have never been on one."

Her smile is wide, "I'll tell you, what. If you ride with me. On my motorcycle, this one time. If you, don't like it. Then will take your car instead next time."

"Deal. But, I have some conditions."

"What are your conditions?"

"I wanna help you out with the investigation, second this your home. Will do whatever you tell us; to do. Third, I wanna watch you practice circus performance. Fourth, can I have your phone number. In case, I have any questions about the case. Lastly, I wanna accompany you. To the Children Hospital and to the circus."

"Wow, that a lot."

"I'm sorry, you're right. That was way too much."

"Actually, I'm in agreement with your conditions."

Forth five minutes later

Gotham Police Department

Fletcher and the whole team arrived, she was leading them all inside. Most of them, were looking around, remembering that they haven't been in a real police building. Everyone is staring at them; giving the Precrime team; the evil glare. Leading them, to the far end of the building. The Morgue is downstairs; she knocked on the door. "Enter." Going inside, Mayor Mitchell body is laying on the metal table. It does get pretty cold, down there. Luckily, she remembered her jacket. Putting on the latex gloves; she looks at the body. Dr Connor's, come in the Morgue. He is a friendly old man. "See you already started looking. Hello to you all."

Scott who is a Trauma officer, step up and put on some latex gloves too. Standing on the other side, looking at the injuries on the body. "What have you? Seen so far, Doctor."

"Several blows to the back of the head, his second finger is missing and he may have been, alive during the suffocation from all the duct tape." Doctor told them.

"He had been alive, when the killer cut off his finger."

"How can you tell?"

"There is some, sloppy way he was cutting it off."

Scott was looking at the missing finger and injury too. "Wow. I wouldn't have noticed that."

"Good eye, Detective Grayson. Like Father, like daughter." Barbara, was watching her work. Sure, her and Dick relationship ended, but the friendship was there.

Another fifteen minutes later

"Maya, they have circus equipment, all set up, if you wanna practice." Barbara told her.

"I'll get ready to leave, head back to grandpa place and grab my gear."

She grabs her jacket, pursue, gloves and helmet. Going outside, was surprised everyone was waiting outside for her. Which surprise her greatly, back then would have left her behind. But, they were trying to make it up to her. "You all don't have to wait. Could have gone into town."

"We don't mind. What's this about a circus performance."

"I get called up or invite back to the circus every year for a performance. To help raise money, for the orphaned children of Gotham City."

"Well that nice of you, to do something like that."

"I do it every year, I have a soft spot for orphan children. Plus, I Donate every year to the children's hospital too."