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The media loved chaos—and nothing stirred the pot better than the ongoing war of words between the Cursed Ones and the Justice League.
Every day, news channels across America filled their schedules with heated discussions, expert panels, and public call-ins debating the ethics, legality, and effectiveness of Jason Anderson's group. Supporters praised the Cursed Ones for doing what needed to be done, for cleaning up the streets without red tape. Detractors—many of whom wore capes—called them violent, uncontrolled, and dangerous.
But it didn't stop the public. In fact, the movement gained momentum. Calls to unleash the Cursed Ones across all of America, not just in Gotham, were growing louder. The "test period" had become a national talking point. Jason's name trended daily, and his face became as recognizable as any A-list hero.
And then came the debate.
Almost like a presidential showdown, Jason had challenged the Justice League publicly—on camera—to a live, uncensored debate. At first, the League had scoffed at the idea. They called his request ridiculous, provocative, beneath them. But after reporters and analysts began calling them out—accusing them of dodging accountability—they relented. Begrudgingly, they agreed.
It became the most anticipated event in the world.
This wasn't going to be like some structured, sanitized press conference. There would be no judge, no referee, no filters. Just raw, unfiltered exchange. The Cursed Ones versus the League. Question after question—first from handpicked reporters, then from each other. A verbal war that promised to shake the foundations of the entire hero scene.
Everyone was watching.
And no one knew what would come next.
...
Across the world, screens lit up. Phones buzzed. News anchors looked ready to combust with excitement.
The world was watching.
Not for a rescue mission. Not for a supervillain threat. But for a war of ideals.
Inside a polished, massive auditorium in Washington D.C., with cameras stationed like vultures above a battlefield, two chairs sat at the center of the stage. One already filled by a man dressed in a sharp black suit, perfectly tailored to his frame, shoulders squared, his chin slightly raised. Jason Anderson. Billionaire. Founder of the "Cursed Ones."
A team controversial for its methods—and deadly for its efficiency.
Behind him, the banner of the Anderson Foundation waved softly.
On the other side… darkness crept in.
No fanfare. No dramatic entry.
Just a silent presence walking onto the stage like a ghost of judgment.
Batman.
The Bat of Gotham.
No mask removed, his cape flowing behind him like a shadow refusing to die.
He sat wordlessly, folding his arms. No one could see his expression. But the weight he brought with him could be felt in every corner of the room.
The lights dimmed slightly as a host stepped forward. "Ladies and gentlemen across the world... this is not just a debate. This is the question that defines our era: Is justice served by restraint… or by consequence?"
He stepped back.
Now it was time for the Reporters' Round.
The first to speak was a woman with a steel voice—Angela Torres, from GNN.
She didn't waste time.
"Mr. Anderson. You claim to fight for justice, yet your team has executed over 23 individuals within a month, all labeled as 'unfit to live.' What gives you the right to decide that, even if the government signed off on it? Isn't that just legalized assassination?"
Jason gave a faint chuckle—not of dismissal, but of disbelief.
"What gives me the right? Angela, what gives a man the right to walk free after raping seven women because of a technicality? What gives a man the right to murder a child, then get declared insane and walk out two years later because Arkham couldn't 'treat' him? I don't decide. The people do. The government does. I just carry out the weight no one else wants to lift."
He leaned forward, voice firm.
"Don't call it assassination. Call it what it really is—accountability."
There were murmurs in the room. Some impressed. Some uncomfortable.
Then came the next reporter, a known League supporter—Clark Benson, Daily Planet.
"Batman. You've caught the Joker how many times now? Ten? Twenty? You lock him up. He escapes. He kills more. And the cycle repeats. Don't you think Jason has a point? That maybe... not all villains are redeemable?"
Batman's answer came like gravel crushed underfoot.
"If I wanted to kill the Joker, I could've done it years ago. It's easy to kill. Too easy. But saving someone? Changing someone? That's the hard part. That's the point."
He turned to Jason.
"The second we accept killing as justice… we lose the very thing we're trying to protect."
Jason's eyes narrowed, but he didn't speak yet.
Another reporter jumped in—Amir Shahid, Al Bouhira.
"Mr. Anderson, your Cursed Ones include former villains. Murderers themselves. Doesn't that make your team... hypocritical?"
Jason didn't flinch.
"Let's take that apart, shall we?" He raised a hand as fingers ticked each name.
"Harley Quinn? A woman who was mentally and emotionally broken by Joker for years—used, manipulated, discarded. She didn't choose evil. She survived it. And now she's fighting to make sure others don't suffer what she did. If that doesn't earn redemption, nothing does.
Livewire? The world labeled her a monster before she even had a chance. She had no control over her powers. She was shunned, hated, feared—not for who she was, but because she wasn't Superman. She's not a villain—she's a victim of prejudice.
Red Hood and Katana? Call them vigilantes, call them soldiers, it doesn't matter. They're no different than Batman before the League slapped a badge on him. They've bled for the people. They've fought for justice in the shadows, and they've done it without apology."
"People change. And if they're willing to put their lives on the line to fix their sins by stopping monsters worse than they were—then I welcome them. Because you know what's actually hypocritical?"
He pointed at Batman.
"Letting a psychopath kill a bus full of kids, then capturing him—again—so he can do it again. That's not mercy. That's insanity wrapped in a cape."
The crowd gasped.
Even Batman's fingers twitched.
But he didn't respond. Yet.
The final reporter—Kara Dean, CBB.
"Batman. People are afraid. Afraid that your way isn't enough anymore. Afraid of another Gotham. Afraid that the League's 'no-kill' code has cost too many innocent lives. What do you say to the victims' families who cry out for permanent justice?"
Batman's voice softened—barely.
"I say I understand. I carry those failures every day. But you can't trade justice for revenge and expect peace. What Jason does... it's not sustainable. One day, his list won't be enough. One day, someone innocent dies. And then what?"
He looked toward Jason, the darkness in his cowl staring into him.
"Then we become the villains."
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