⭐️ Eternal Shadow 🌙 Damian wayne ~~~~complete

Chapter 34: Quiet And Cozy

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The Tower was too quiet.

The kind of quiet that settles after a war — heavy and strange, like the building itself was holding its breath. The Justice League had long since departed, trusting the Titans to heal in their own way. The city slept peacefully beyond the windows, its skyline bruised purple and gray in the earliest hours of dawn.

In the common room, a mess of empty takeout boxes littered the floor. Mozzarella sticks, fries, onion rings, even an abandoned milkshake with a bent straw sat forgotten on the table. The big corner couch was half-buried under crumpled wrappers and stray napkins.

And two exhausted figures lay tangled at its center.

Marceline had passed out first, the lingering ache in her bones finally pulling her under. She lay on her side, a blanket draped haphazardly over her waist, her dark hair spilling in loose, untamed waves around her face. A faint shimmer of misty shadow curled lazily at her fingertips as if even in sleep, her powers sought peace.

Damian had fought it for a while. He'd intended to sit nearby, to keep watch — as he always did. But something in the way she'd curled up against the arm of the couch had tugged at him, unraveling defenses he'd held together with sheer will for months.

Now, his arm was slung possessively around her waist, his face tucked into the curve of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. The faintest smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, one no one else would've believed him capable of. His other hand rested on the back of the couch, fingers twitching slightly in sleep.

They didn't stir when Kory entered the room.

She paused at the threshold, one hand to her heart, lips quirking at the sight. Gar was snoring softly on the floor nearby, a controller still loosely gripped in one hand. Jaime was slumped in an armchair, head tipped back and mouth open.

But it was the pair on the couch that softened her expression the most.

Without a word, Kory crossed the room and carefully picked up the largest blanket from the pile of clean laundry. She moved like a ghost, the fabric billowing as she shook it out, then gently laid it over them both.

Damian murmured something unintelligible in his sleep, his grip tightening around Marceline's middle. She shifted, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she unconsciously pressed back against him.

Kory smiled to herself.

"Finally," she whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from Marceline's face. "You both deserve some peace."

She dimmed the lights with a wave of her hand, leaving the room bathed in soft amber glow from the city skyline.

Outside, dawn stretched its fingers across the horizon. The Tower, for once, was still.

And in the middle of the mess and the silence, two battle-scarred hearts slept on — tangled in one another, wrapped in warmth and shadow and something very much like home.

Together.

The city breathed easy again.

For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, the streets were calm. No flicker of ancient magic in the alleys, no cloaked assassins on rooftops. The hum of traffic and the occasional distant laughter were the only sounds beneath the towering glow of Star City's skyline.

The Titans Tower stood tall against the breaking dawn, a quiet sentinel watching over it all.

And for Marceline — for the restless, hunted girl who once flinched at her own reflection — the storm inside her finally stilled.

The battles had been long. The scars, some visible, some buried deep. But in this moment, she could breathe. The ache that had gripped her chest for months loosened, replaced by something steady and warm.

Damian was still curled around her, stubborn even in sleep. His arm slung across her middle, his breath at the back of her neck. She'd never imagined peace would look like this — not for someone like her.

A girl made of shadows.

A weapon forged in ancient temples and cruel hands.

But here, she was just... Mars.

And somehow, despite it all, loved.

The thought made her smile against the pillow, her hand finding Damian's where it rested at her side. She laced their fingers together, holding tight.

Outside the window, the sky was the softest kind of blue.

The mess of food wrappers still littered the floor, a half-drunk bottle of soda sitting precariously on the coffee table. Somewhere in the Tower, Gar was snoring loud enough to wake the dead, and Kory's gentle humming carried from the kitchen.

And it was good.

It was enough

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