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Before she was Eclipse, she was just Marceline Dawn.
And before that, she was a child who loved stargazing from her rooftop, spinning barefoot across wooden floors to music too soft to name, and licking red velvet frosting off her fingers before her mom caught her.
She used to laugh.
Now, she didn’t do that much anymore.
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The Tower was still quiet when she slipped into the rec room. Early morning light filtered through the windows, the city skyline stretching behind it like a painting. Everyone else was still asleep, and Mars liked it that way. Silence was something you learned to cherish when you grew up surrounded by noise... explosions, yelling, crying, and chaos.
She curled up in her usual corner of the long couch, an oversized hoodie slung lazily over one shoulder, a worn book cracked open in her lap. The title was unreadable from a distance, but the cover shimmered with tiny constellations. Something about space always pulled at her. The vastness. The quiet. The way it made her feel small... and safe.
Her skin, pale as untouched snow, glowed faintly in the rising sunlight. Like moonlight given form. It made the storm-gray of her eyes stand out all the more...sharp, watchful, cold at first glance, but deeper if you looked long enough. Her black hair was a little messy, braided down her back in a loose, practiced twist.
She had a presence about her. The kind that made people pause... not because she demanded attention, but because the silence around her felt intentional. Like she was always thinking ten steps ahead.
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Marceline didn’t talk about her past.
The Titans knew fragments: Her powers had surfaced young. Violently. Her parents... both brilliant metahuman researchers...were murdered by the same people who tried to take her. She escaped, scarred and alone, her powers exploding in shadow-fueled panic.
Kory found her hiding in the wreckage.
She didn’t want to be saved. But Kory offered her a home anyway.
Dick had trained her after that... not like a soldier, but like someone who’d lived through the kind of pain that never really goes away. Someone who understood the difference between being dangerous... and being in control.
She’d picked up things quickly. Acrobatics from watching Dick. Balance, timing, breathing. Dance from flashes of memory. She never talked about it, never performed. But sometimes, if the hallway was empty and the moon was out, she would move.
And she would float like she belonged to the air.
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Her iced coffee sat on the table... sweet, sharp caramel with extra cream. Her favorite. It clashed hilariously with her whole “quiet shadow girl” image, but she didn’t care. The Tower fridge always had a secret stash of red velvet cupcakes, too... because Kory was too nice to say no, and Mars was shameless.
She took a slow sip, flipping a page with her thumb.
She’d read this book five times already. It didn’t matter. The stars inside it still felt like home.
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The elevator dinged.
Footsteps...light, but confident. Precise.
She didn’t look up. Not yet.
But she felt it... the slight shift in the air, the weight of someone new.
The prodigy.
The son of the Bat.
Damian Wayne.
Mars didn’t move.
But the shadows at her feet stirred... restless, curious. Like they recognized something dark... and familiar
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⭐️ Eternal Shadow 🌙 Damian wayne ~~~~complete
FanfictionShe controls the shadows. He was raised by them. Fifteen-year-old Marceline "Mars" Dawn has spent years trying to outrun the past-the night her world was shattered, and the darkness inside her woke up. Now a quiet but powerful member of the Teen Tit...
