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The first night she arrived at the Tower, the shadows wouldn't leave her alone.
Marceline Dawn, fourteen and fresh from blood and loss, sat curled on the far corner of the guest room bed, knees drawn tight to her chest. Her pale skin nearly glowed in the low light, shadows clinging to her like loyal soldiers — a defense, a barrier, a warning.
The window was cracked open, the distant hum of the city seeping in. She hated it. The way everything felt too alive when her world had stopped.
A soft knock came at the door.
"Hey... it's me," Dick's voice spoke through, gentle in a way she didn't trust yet. Not after what she'd seen. What she'd done.
No answer.
He entered anyway, a too-big hoodie slung over his shoulder and a paper bag in hand. No costume tonight — just a t-shirt and sweatpants. Human. Safe.
"You should eat," he said softly, holding up the bag. The smell of fries drifted out, warm and familiar.
Marceline didn't move. Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her jeans, her dark blue eyes staring somewhere past him.
Dick sighed, stepping in and setting the bag down on the nightstand. He didn't try to touch her. Didn't force words.
But before he left, he tugged the hoodie from his shoulder and dropped it at the foot of her bed. "In case you get cold."
The door clicked shut behind him.
The room settled into silence again, the flicker of the city lights painting patterns on the wall. Marceline stared at the hoodie. Soft black cotton, worn at the cuffs. It smelled faintly of something warm. Like leather and pine.
Another knock, softer this time.
Raven.
She didn't speak when she came in. She just placed a book on the bed beside Marceline, spine facing up. The title caught in the dim light.
"The Stars Between Us."
Without waiting for a word, Raven left.
Marceline hesitated, her hand hovering over the book before finally curling her fingers around it. She opened to a random page, and the words seemed to pull her breath from her lungs.
"Even in the darkest skies, something still watches the stars."
And for the first time in days, her shadows eased.
Now.
The Tower was quieter than usual.
The aftermath of the mission hung thick in the air. Bandages, bruises, aching muscles — but none like her. Marceline lay in her room, curtains drawn, the small hum of the city muted behind thick glass.
Damian sat in the chair beside her bed, arms crossed, back stiff but eyes never leaving her.
She hadn't woken properly in hours, shadows still curling faintly along her skin, restless in sleep. Guilt gnawed at him. He'd seen what she did on the field. The way her powers snapped — uncontrolled, furious. And the aftermath... he wouldn't forget that broken look in her eyes.
Dick had told him to give her space.
He didn't listen.
Damian's gaze landed on the book by her nightstand. The cover old, the edges worn.
"The Stars Between Us."
The same title Raven mentioned earlier.
A quiet sound pulled his attention back to her — a murmur, barely a whisper.
"Even in the... darkest skies..."
His throat tightened.
He leaned forward slightly, pulse jumping. "Marceline?"
But she didn't wake. She just turned her head slightly, one hand curling weakly against the pillow. The shadows flickered, sensing him, but didn't push him away.
That was new.
The door creaked open. Raven appeared, eyes unreadable, holding a steaming mug of tea. She paused, seeing Damian so close.
"She's... quoting that book," Damian muttered before he could stop himself.
"I know." Raven set the mug down. "It was the first thing she ever kept here."
Damian's brow furrowed. "Why this one?"
Raven shrugged. "Because sometimes... it's the little things that remind us we're still human."
She hesitated, then softened. "She'll need you when she wakes. But be careful with her, Damian. Not everything heals clean."
She left without another word.
Damian sat back, gaze flicking between the book and the girl lost in sleep. And he wondered why it felt like he was watching the night sky itself struggle to breathe.
He reached out, just for a moment, brushing a stray strand of ink-black hair from her face.
"I'm not leaving," he whispered.
Outside the room, Kory and Dick stood in the hall, watching through the small glass window. Kory's arms were crossed, her expression a complicated knot of worry and warmth.
"You see it, right?" she murmured.
Dick huffed a soft laugh. "Yeah... yeah, I do."
"She lets him stay," Kory said quietly. "She never let anyone stay."
And the shadows, for once, didn't push him away.
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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...
