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The training room hummed with low, steady energy. The clang of weights, the sharp smack of gloves against the training dummy, and the occasional curse from Gar filled the space. Marceline 'Mars' Dawn moved like a shadow, silent and precise, every move calculated but simmering with something sharper just beneath the surface.
The air crackled as she sparred with Damian, the youngest of them all, but never one to be underestimated. Their training wasn't just practice — it was war disguised in controlled movements.
"Focus, Dawn," Damian snapped, dodging a sweeping kick.
Mars's eyes narrowed, cold and unreadable. "I'm not the one about to hit the floor, Robin."
From the sidelines, Dick leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a half-smirk playing on his face. He wore the familiar Nightwing suit, minus the mask, watching them like a hawk. Kory stood beside him, her vibrant hair catching the light as she chuckled softly.
"You two planning to leave some equipment intact or should I call insurance now?" Dick called out.
Neither Mars nor Damian answered. It wasn't about the equipment. It was about unspoken things. Shadows that lingered too long. Words never said. Tension as thick as the humid air after a storm.
Gar piped up from where he was half-draped over a bench. "Twenty bucks says Mars knocks him on his arrogant little bat-butt."
"In your dreams, Beast Boy," Damian hissed, blocking another strike, his lip curling.
Mars moved like liquid midnight, her form flawless. But then — a shift. Damian ducked and spun, and the flick of his movement triggered something in her. A memory.
A flip. A laugh. Dick, younger, grinning down at her.
"There — see, Mars? Told you you could do it."
It hit so fast she faltered, a fraction of a second. Damian capitalized, his foot sweeping her legs out. She hit the mat with a grunt.
"Sloppy," he muttered.
Before she could retaliate, Dick stepped in, raising his voice. "Alright, break it up before Kory blasts you both through the ceiling."
Damian huffed, stalking to the corner to grab a towel. Mars pushed herself up, not bothering to hide her glare. Dick smirked, walking over and offering a hand she ignored. Typical.
"Still faster than you were a year ago," he said, teasing warmth in his voice.
"Still faster than you," she shot back quietly, grabbing a water bottle.
After cooldown, Mars disappeared into the showers. When she reappeared in the common room, her damp hair hung loose, pale skin practically glowing against the deep black hoodie drowning her frame. She grabbed a snack from the kitchen, Gar offering her a protein bar she wordlessly swapped for a cookie.
"You know those are mine," Gar pouted.
"Not anymore," she replied, voice like the wind — soft but cutting.
The room was warm with low music playing. Raven sat curled on one end of the couch, nose in a book. She glanced up as Mars settled nearby.
"Got another one for you," Raven said, sliding a novel across the table.
Mars's eyes brightened the slightest bit. "Thanks."
Dick wandered in, shirt half untucked, snagging a water. His eyes landed on the hoodie, and he opened his mouth to comment — but Damian beat him to it.
"That's mine."
Mars blinked up at him, brows raised.
"The hoodie," Damian clarified, irritation flickering in his tone. "It's mine."
Mars glanced down at the oversized black hoodie, sleeves swallowing her hands. She frowned faintly. "I thought it was Dick's."
"It's not."
Dick coughed into his fist, fighting a grin. Kory's laughter echoed down the hallway.
Mars, unbothered, sipped her iced coffee. "Guess it's mine now."
"You're insufferable."
"You're still short."
Gar choked on his drink. Raven didn't even look up from her book. "He walked into that one."
Night settled. Titans scattered to rooms or night shifts. Mars and Damian got stuck on nightwatch — Dick's idea of a joke, probably. The city spread below them like a million flickering stars.
Mars sat on the edge of the rooftop, one knee up, shadows curling at her fingertips. Damian lingered nearby, tension in every line of his posture.
Her phone buzzed. A text.
Raven: Did you leave this note in my book?
'Stars only shine brightest in the dark.'
Mars stared at it for a beat. She hadn't meant to leave that where anyone could find it.
Damian, ever the hawk, glanced over her shoulder. "Poetic. Didn't figure you for the type."
"I'm a lot of things you don't figure, Robin."
A pause. The city hummed. Mars slipped the hoodie sleeves over her hands.
Damian smirked faintly, something cold but curious in his gaze. "One big contradiction."
Mars smiled — a sharp, rare thing. "You don't even know half of it."
And the night stretched on, heavy with things unsaid.
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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...
