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(Author's Note: Sorry for the Shitty scheduled these days, I'm playing a tennis game with my Laptop repair guy, i take to him, he forces me to wait two days, says nope can't, asks for it again, takes it for a day, nope still nothing, and I still need to take to him next Tuesday or tomorrow! Except for him, no one here can repair this shit! UGhh!
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The screen flickered to life, revealing a grand hall packed with reporters, cameras, and murmurs from the public. A large Justice League emblem loomed behind the podium where the world's most iconic heroes stood together. At the center was Superman — cape draped, expression serious, and eyes filled with conviction.
He stepped forward.
"This message is for the world… but especially for those in power who have allowed violence to become justice."
Cameras zoomed in as murmurs silenced.
"The Justice League was created to protect life — not just from external threats, but from tyranny, corruption, and lawlessness. Today, we must speak out against something growing far too fast in the shadows. The rise of unauthorized violent factions who claim to be doing good… while leaving bodies behind them."
His eyes narrowed, his voice firm.
"I'm talking about the group known as The Cursed Ones."
A ripple of unease passed through the reporters. Wonder Woman stood beside Superman with a frown, arms crossed. Green Lantern glanced away. Flash clenched his jaw. Batman was notably absent.
Superman continued. "Led by a man named Jason Anderson, Jason and his group have taken it upon themselves to act as judge, jury, and executioner. They've murdered dozens — criminals, yes, but people nonetheless. People who had the right to a second chance."
He gestured to the screen behind him, where a photo of Plastic Man appeared — smiling, his goofy grin full of life.
"Patrick O'Brian — once a thief, a wanted man, a danger. But today? He's a founding member of the League's outreach and youth rehabilitation program. Proof that redemption is possible. Proof that change is real."
Superman turned back to the podium. "But those like Jason Anderson rob people of that chance. They operate outside the law, with no oversight. And worse — they do so with the silent approval of government officials who should know better."
Wonder Woman stepped forward next, her tone colder and more piercing.
"Justice without due process is not justice — it is cruelty wearing a mask. We understand the pain of loss. We've all faced tragedy. But turning pain into violence does not make the world better. It simply spreads more of it."
The Flash added quietly, "There's a line between protecting and punishing. Jason's crossed it."
Superman stepped forward again to close the speech.
"We demand accountability. We call upon governments supporting this group to rethink their stance. And we ask Jason Anderson directly — if you truly believe in justice… then stop hiding in the shadows. Come forward. Let your actions be judged like the ones you've taken judgment upon."
With that, the broadcast ended — a chilling silence filling the room Jason watched from.
Nia turned to him, her arms folded.
"Well… I guess they're serious now."
Jason stared at the screen, unmoving.
"…So they finally decided to speak. But that was all bullshit....."
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The city was alive with chaos—not the destructive kind, but the media frenzy kind.
Camera flashes burst like fireworks. Dozens of reporters crowded behind hastily placed barricades, their microphones shoved forward as if proximity could pull truth out of the air. News vans lined the sidewalks. Helicopters buzzed overhead. All eyes were on one man.
Jason stepped out of the front doors of their base, his black coat flapping lightly in the breeze. Behind him, the Cursed Ones followed quietly, their presence calm and unified. Nia walked beside him, her gaze cold and unreadable as ever.
Security kept the mob of journalists at bay, but their voices still pierced through like needles.
"Mr. Anderson! What do you think of the Justice League statement about you and your team?!"
"Mr. Anderson! Will you hand yourself over to the Justice League, as they claim you should?!"
"Mr. Anderson! Are you going to fight the Justice League?!"
"Mr. Anderson! Is it true that you take joy out of killing criminals?!"
Jason raised a hand, palm outward. The crowd immediately quieted, like dogs trained to heel.
"Ladies,ladies, Calm down" he said with a small smirk. "I can only answer one question at a time—but let's do it quickly, okay? I got places to be and villains to kill."
A tense silence hung in the air before he continued, voice sharp and unapologetic.
"First of all, I think the Justice League's statement is pathetic. They're pretending not to understand what our group is, and they're trying to lie to all of you. Let me be clear—I don't kill all villains. We only kill those that deserve it. People the government itself has deemed too dangerous, too evil to ever walk the streets again."
He looked around the crowd with a bitter scoff.
"The League wants you to believe we go around murdering anyone who steals a candy bar. Then they trot out Plastic Man as some shining example of redemption. You know what he was? A petty thief. A man who learned his lesson. That's not who we kill. We kill monsters. The ones who rape, torture, butcher, and laugh about it afterward. The ones the League feeds by arresting over and over, giving them a free pass to try again."
Jason's eyes were cold now. Hardened.
"With us? There's no next time."
Reporters started shouting again, but he waved them off.
"As for giving myself up? That's ridiculous. I wouldn't do it even if the government suspended our activities permanently. You see, unlike the Justice League, I don't hide behind a mask. I don't play dress-up and pretend to be some schoolyard hero."
He took a slow step forward, letting the cameras get a full shot of his face.
"I am Jason Anderson. And I will hunt, and I will kill, every last villain who's irredeemable. That's not a threat. That's a promise."
The crowd went dead silent for a breath.
Then someone asked the question hanging in the air: "So… will you fight the Justice League?"
Jason let out a short, humorless laugh.
"No. I won't fight them. But—" he tilted his head slightly, "—I do challenge them. A formal debate. Let's talk about it. Let's sit down, face to face, and they can tell me why I'm wrong."
He gave a mock shrug. "Assuming they've got the guts."
Jason turned on his heel then, walking calmly toward the armored cars waiting by the curb. The Cursed Ones were already inside. Nia stood by the door, watching him.
He looked back only once.
"Anyways…" he called out over the stunned crowd, "I gotta go hunt me some villains."
He climbed inside.
"Adios."The doors shut.The engine roared.And they were gone.
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