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The book was halfway finished... again.
Marceline’s finger hovered just above the edge of the page, her gaze unfocused as her thoughts drifted somewhere between the words and the morning light stretching across the floor. The Tower was beginning to stir. A distant laugh echoed down the hall... probably Gar. Music thumped from a training room. Kory’s playlist.
But here, in her corner of the world, it was still peaceful.
Until the door opened.
She didn’t flinch, but her eyes flicked upward.
Dick walked in first, clad in his iconic black and electric blue Nightwing suit, the stylized bird crest catching the soft light. Not the Bat symbol. Not the Robin "R." His own mark. A symbol of who he became after he stepped out from under the cape’s shadow.
And behind him…
Damian Wayne. Just as crisp, just as guarded. He stood like a weapon barely sheathed. Arms crossed. Eyes sharp. Uniform perfect. The Robin "R" stitched defiantly into his chest.
Mars blinked once, calmly setting her bookmark into place. She closed the book with a quiet thud.
“Morning,” Dick offered, strolling in like he didn’t just bring a small emotional hurricane into her reading space. “Hope we’re not interrupting too much?”
“You are,” she said flatly, then leaned back against the couch cushion with the kind of elegance only someone practiced in apathy could manage. “But you always do.”
Dick smirked like she’d just complimented him. “Mars, meet Damian. Damian, Mars.”
Damian said nothing.
Neither did she.
The silence between them wasn’t awkward. It was... taut. Like a thread pulled between two blades. Neither willing to blink first.
Finally, Damian tilted his head ever so slightly. “You’re the one they call Eclipse.”
“And you’re the one they won’t stop talking about,” she replied, tone neutral, but eyes calculating.
He stepped forward. “I don’t believe in reputations. They’re inflated. Earned or not.”
Mars arched a brow. “Good. Mine’s usually underestimated.”
Dick cleared his throat, obviously trying not to grin. “Great start, you two. Love the energy. Real team spirit vibes.”
Marceline shifted slightly, the shadows under the couch stretching for a second, just a flicker... and then still. Damian’s eyes darted to the movement. Quick. Analytical.
He saw it. Good.
She wanted him to.
“Training starts in an hour,” Dick said, stepping toward the kitchen. “Try not to kill each other before then.”
Mars didn’t respond. Neither did Damian.
He didn’t move, not yet. But she could feel him watching her. Evaluating. Like a chess player sizing up the board before the first move.
She leaned forward, grabbing her coffee... half melted now... and took a long, slow sip.
“You always stare at people like that?” she asked coolly, not looking at him.
Damian’s voice was quiet. Controlled. “Only when I’m trying to figure out if they’re a threat.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, standing. Her pale skin practically shimmered in the sunlight as she turned toward him, book in one hand, and coffee in the other. “You’ll find I’m not easily intimidated, Robin.”
His eyes narrowed at the title. “I didn’t give you permission to use that name.”
“I wasn’t asking.” She walked past him, shadows trailing at her feet like living silk. “See you in training.”
And just like that, she disappeared down the hall.
Damian stood in silence for a moment longer before muttering under his breath, “Tch. Arrogant.”
Behind him, Dick laughed softly. “She gets that from me.”
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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...
