⭐️ Eternal Shadow 🌙 Damian wayne ~~~~complete

Chapter 32: New Gear, New Solutions

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The Tower's armory wasn't usually this lively.

Most days, it was a quiet space — metal racks gleaming under sterile light, shelves lined with prototype gadgets, weapons no one had bothered to catalog, and emergency suits hanging like silent sentries.

But tonight, it buzzed.

"Alright," Dick called out, his voice steady as everyone gathered around the central table where neatly folded uniforms and gear waited. "If we're going to war with Ra's, we're going prepared. Custom loadouts for everyone. No exceptions."

Jaime let out a low whistle. "Damn, you guys pulled out the good stuff."

"We've been working on upgrades for months," Raven added. "Just didn't have a good excuse to roll them out."

"Well," Gar grinned, flexing his fingers. "Guess now's the perfect time."

Kory's new suit shimmered like liquid flame in the light — lighter armor plating woven into her usual colors, solar-reactive tech humming softly under her gloves. Jaime's suit had enhanced plating at the shoulders and a new set of plasma-focusing mods. Raven's cloak carried reinforced runes stitched in midnight thread. Gar's suit was leaner, built for agility and quick morph transitions.

Then came Damian's.

Black and deep green tactical weave, sleeker than before, with hidden compartments for throwing blades and a new grapple rig strapped to his hip. Marceline watched as he tested the flexibility in the gloves.

And then hers.

A midnight blue and soft obsidian bodysuit — etched with subtle marks along the wrists and collar. Symbols for protection, for focus. Reinforced bracers embedded with shadow-thread, designed to help her control the flicker of her powers when things spun out.

"It's yours," Raven said quietly, placing a matching dagger alongside it.

Marceline ran her hand over the fabric, pulse catching in her throat.

"You really think I can—"

"You already did," Damian cut in, his voice low but firm.

Their eyes met. No bravado. No teasing.

Just truth.

"We go in together this time," Dick said. "No one left behind. No one gets taken."

A collective nod.

The weight of war was settling into their bones.

But also — resolve.

The Titan's transport streaked through the night sky, slicing above the coastline like a phantom blur of steel and firelight. Inside, the team was tense — quiet for the most part, each one mentally preparing for the fight ahead.

Marceline sat near the window, watching city lights smear across the glass. Damian was next to her, sharpening a blade out of sheer habit more than need. Dick was up front, going over last-minute plans with Kory and Jaime.

And then there was Gar.

"Uh, guys..." Gar's voice cracked through the comms. "I know we're on an all-important suicide mission to take down a centuries-old megalomaniac, but... can we stop for snacks?"

A beat of stunned silence.

"Garfield," Raven groaned from the other side of the cabin. "You literally ate before we left."

"Yeah but I'm stress-hungry, okay? And there's this chimichanga stand on 9th and Larkin — I swear it's divine. Might be our last chance."

"Absolutely not," Damian snapped without even looking up.