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The Titans' training room had seen its fair share of disasters — cracked walls, scorched ceilings, weapon dents nobody bothered to fix anymore. But this morning, it felt different.
There was an edge to the air. Something sharp. Tense.
Mars stood at the center of the mat, her breathing steady but tight. The bruises from the last battle were still healing, shadow scars blooming faintly beneath her skin like dark flowers. She wasn't fully okay.
She didn't care.
Across from her, Damian rolled his shoulders, expression unreadable. His eyes didn't have the usual cocky glint today. No taunts. No sharp smirks. Just something heavier.
"You sure about this?" Gar called from the sidelines, voice somewhere between teasing and worried.
Mars didn't look away from Damian. "I need to hit something. Preferably him."
"Tch." Damian's lips twitched. "Try, little shadow."
And then they moved.
The first clash was fast — too fast for anyone but Jaime and Kory to follow properly. Mars ducked beneath a kick, twisting to sweep Damian's legs. He leapt, countered, and threw a jab that grazed her ribs.
She grunted, blocking his next strike with her forearm and shoving him back.
"You've gotten better," he muttered.
"I've had practice."
Their rhythm built. The world narrowed to blows, dodges, sharp intakes of breath. No words. No past. No bloodlines. Just two people trying to knock the ghosts out of each other.
And neither willing to fall.
When they finally called it — both of them panting, bruised, and quietly smug — Dick stepped forward with a datapad in hand, the flickering holo-map of Ra's stronghold hovering in midair.
The others gathered around. Kory. Jaime. Gar. Raven.
"We found his next move," Dick said grimly. "And this time, we're finishing it."
Mars swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the glowing shape of the mountain fortress. Her stomach twisted. The place she'd spent her worst days. Where Ra had raised her out of shadow and bone.
Where she almost killed them all.
"We're going back there," she murmured.
"Not alone," Damian said immediately. And there it was again — that dangerous promise in his voice. Not for Ra. Not for the League. For her.
Gar shifted, his grin forced. "As long as nobody brings any ancient mind-control necklaces this time, yeah?"
No one laughed.
Kory laid a hand on Mars's shoulder. Warm. Steady.
"We end this. For good."
Later that night, Mars stood alone in the tower's infirmary, her fingers brushing over the obsidian charm Raven had given her. She watched the reflection of her eyes in the window — too dark, too hollow.
The memories wouldn't leave her alone.
The temple. The artefact. Ra's voice in her head.
And that moment when everything inside her cracked and she almost—
"Stop," Damian's voice cut through the air behind her, low and rough. "I can hear you tearing yourself apart from across the Tower."
She didn't turn.
"You should hate me. You all should."
Footsteps. Closer. She felt him stop beside her, neither of them looking at each other.
"We don't," he said. "I don't."
A beat.
Then softer, a confession laced in venom and loyalty:
"You're not what Ra made you, Mars. And when we take him down, I'll make damn sure he knows it."
Her throat burned.
She didn't cry. Not yet.
But she let herself lean against him. Just a little. And when his hand brushed against hers, neither of them pulled 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...
