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As they exited the dimensional gate, a rush of wind greeted them — dry, bitter, and filled with the scent of car exhaust and distant smog. Jason stepped out first, his boots clicking against the concrete of the rooftop they appeared on. The Gotham skyline loomed in the distance, shrouded in gray clouds.
Jason took a deep breath and looked around with a smirk. "Back home…"
Constantine lit a cigarette, blowing smoke through his crooked smile. "Gotta say, I'm quite surprised how an arrogant nepo child like you survived hell."
Jason shot him a grin. "Nah, wasn't even that bad. Felt more like a hunting trip to the African savannah… except I was hunting demons."
Zatanna scoffed behind them. "Disgusting."
"Hunting demons, eh?" Constantine chuckled. "Lucky you."
Jason glanced back. "What's wrong with her?"
"Well…" Constantine tilted his head toward Zatanna. "It's to be expected. She doesn't like you. You are a killer, ain'tcha?"
Jason didn't deny it. He shrugged. "Hmm. Yes, you could say that. But at least I kill criminals who deserve death. Instead of letting them walk free… and kill again."
Zatanna snapped forward, her tone sharp and righteous. "We do not let criminals kill again! We arrest them and hand them over to the appropriate authorities—properly! Unlike you!"
Jason raised a brow, his voice level. "Oh? Of course you hand them over… You're vigilantes at best. So, you can't do much. Me? I am the appropriate authority. I have all the legal rights I need to put down monsters."
Zatanna's eyes narrowed, venom in her voice. "Oh please. We know about your little blackmail stunt to get government approval. You're a killer who hides behind laws. Nothing more."
"Call it what you will, darling," Jason replied coolly, "but we both know I keep people safer than you ever have. If the world was as peaceful and hopeful as you lot dream, then criminals would stop being criminals after prison, wouldn't they? Too bad 90% of the ones you and your League friends arrest end up right back in it."
Zatanna stepped closer, her voice rising. "At least that 10% get a second chance! What about you? What's your number, Jason? 100% kill rate?"
He gave a slow nod. "Indeed. A hundred percent. And I'm proud of it. Legally proud of it. If you've got a problem with that, go arrest every American who killed a home invader under self-defense laws. See how many criminals you save then."
Jason turned, his coat fluttering behind him as he walked away without waiting for a response.
"Heated debate, eh?" Constantine said, scratching his chin.
"This isn't a debate!" Zatanna shouted, fury in her voice. "What he's doing is wrong!"
Constantine exhaled smoke slowly, watching Jason's back vanish through the rooftop exit. "I wouldn't say that. He… somewhat has a point."
Zatanna spun to him, aghast. "What did you just say?! He kills people, John! He's a murderer! He's no better than the monsters he puts down!"
John looked at her with calm, tired eyes. "See… you're not even hearing yourself. You're practically defending killers, rapists, terrorists — monsters in human skin. I'm not saying Jason's way is perfect. Bloody hell, far from it. But compared to your lot?"
He let the silence finish the sentence.
Zatanna stood in place, fists clenched, face flushed with fury — seething, as Jason disappeared into the night.
...
The city skyline stretched behind him, dark clouds rolling overhead as Jason stood by the roadside, exhaling slowly. The smell of brimstone still clung faintly to his clothes, a ghost of the week he just endured in Hell. He fished out a small communicator from his jacket pocket and dialed a number with muscle memory alone.
It rang once.
Then twice.
"Nia speaking—where the hell are you?!" her voice blasted through the line, equal parts panic and fury.
Jason smirked. "Missed you too."
"You've been gone for a week! A week, Jason! We thought you were dead—or worse!" she snapped, then softened. "We looked everywhere. Even the Cursed Ones got involved. We thought maybe... maybe the League grabbed you... or some crime syndicate—"
"Slow down," Jason cut in, his tone calm but steady. "I'm fine. Not dead. Not kidnapped. Just... tangled in something I can't explain right now. Let's call it personal business."
"Personal business?! You disappeared off the face of the Earth—"
"I know," he said quietly, voice low and sincere. "I didn't mean to worry you all. But I'm back. And hopefully, it won't happen again."
There was silence on the line. Then a sigh. "Where are you?"
"South Dock. Pick me up?"
"I'm already on my way."
...
The car ride was quiet for a while—too quiet. Nia glanced sideways at him as they cruised down the highway.
"You better start talking, Jason," she finally muttered, jaw tight. "You were gone for a week. A week! No calls, no signal, no trace. Everyone thought you were dead—your team, the family...Your dad even me!"
Jason exhaled slowly, staring out the window.
"I know. And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disappear like that. But... it was something I had to do. Something I can't talk about right now."
She slammed the brakes at a red light a little harder than necessary. "That's not an answer. You don't just vanish and come back acting like it's normal."
"I get it. But if it ever happens again—if I go missing, or worse... and you think the League might be involved—"
She looked at him sharply. "Why the hell would the League—?"
Jason cut her off, voice low. "It doesn't matter why. Just... if things go south, really bad... go to my room. Under the bed, there's a safe. Reinforced. You know the one."
"The one you told me never to open?"
"Yeah. That one."
"Jason—"
"There's a note inside my desk, only you will understand it's meaning....It will give you the password. If I'm ever gone and things don't feel right, open it. Call the League. Demand answers if they are the ones that took me, and demand they release me. Or tell them to go find me if they're not the once who took me....If I die...Whatever is inside that safe....Publish it"
Nia stared at him in stunned silence, trying to read his face.
"You're seriously scaring me right now."
"I know," he said, finally looking her in the eyes. "Just promise me."
"...Okay," she whispered, barely audible over the hum of the engine. "But if you ever vanish like that again, League or no League, I will kill you myself."
"I didn't know you loved me that much... Maybe I do need to take you on a date," he said, half-joking, but with just enough charm to make it land.
Nia snorted, shaking her head with a grin. "Haha, very funny... You're too young to handle a woman like me."
Jason shrugged playfully. "Maybe. But I'm a fast learner."
She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth curled upward despite herself. "God help me, you really are back."
He leaned back in the seat, finally letting his shoulders relax. "Yeah... I am." as he thought about all the levels he gained form a long week in HELL
{
Name: Jason Lucas Anderson
Title: King of Curses | Sukuna's Reincarnation
Race: Human (Modified)
Level: 52
Souls Collected: 1190 -> 35 Souls
Next Level: 53 Souls
Fingers Absorbed: 2/20 (1 unabsorbed Finger)
Corruption Level: 60%
Occupation: Anderson Family Successor
[Core Stats]
Power: 69
Stamina: 67
Endurance: 71
Cursed Energy: 134
Control: 83
Charm: 60
Willpower: 77
[Abilities]
Cursed Tool Mastery – Kamutoke / Hiten
Cursed Healing – Passive Regeneration
Inherited Technique –
Cleave
Dismantle
Spiderweb
Divine Flame
Shrine - Locked
Ten Shadows Technique - Locked
Domain Expansion – Locked
True Sukuna Body – Locked
}
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