Guilt

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The inking feeling of guilt crawled on Damian's back that night. Card. What card? Monthsary? Was it the day he found Maria passed out on the roof? He racked his brain for any information or memory for a card she might have given to him as Robin. Maybe it flew away. 

He sighed, tugging the sheets closer around his shoulder as tiredness began to tug him. He's going to promise he's going to make it up to her. 

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