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With the reporters' section out of the way, it was finally time for the face-off.The main event: Jason Anderson vs. Batman.Each was allowed three questions—no rules on length or format. Whatever it took to prove their point.
Batman went first.His voice was calm, deliberate, but laced with suspicion.
"Why are you really doing this, Jason?" he asked. "You killed Black Mask before the government even considered your program. And you weren't just hunting him… you were seen meeting with him alongside your family's soldiers. Doesn't that make the Andersons just another cartel? One deal goes south, and suddenly we have the Cursed Ones?"
Jason didn't flinch. In fact, he laughed.
"You're right. I killed Black Mask before the agreement," he said without shame. "He thought he could extort my family. We were new in Gotham—trying to build something different. But Black Mask saw a target. He demanded 'protection fees,' and I met with him to warn him. He refused. It escalated. I killed him. Simple.""And no, we are no cartel. We're survivors. We saw what Gotham had become and realized the system wouldn't save us. So we stopped staying quiet."
Then it was Jason's turn.He leaned forward, eyes locked onto the Dark Knight.
"How does the League even sleep at night?" Jason asked coldly. "You've faced monsters. People like Joker, Black Adam, even Darkseid's pawns. You know they'll kill again. And with one flick of your fingers, you could stop it. Save hundreds—thousands. But you don't. Why?""Is it about morality? Or do you just love the cycle? Does keeping the chaos alive keep your status as 'heroes' intact?"
The audience went dead silent.
Batman didn't flinch. His answer was short—surgical.
"We don't kill… because the second we do, we become you.""Justice without restraint is just vengeance. And vengeance—no matter how noble it begins—always turns personal.""You say you saved people. But what happens when saving them isn't enough? What happens when your line moves again?""We don't kill because someone has to show the world that power—even absolute power—can choose mercy."
It was a response only Batman could give—sharp, composed, and layered in moral complexity.
But now it was Jason's Question...This time, he was heated...His voice cut through the debate like a blade.
"That—that is what infuriates me, Batman. Your sanctimonious restraint. You speak of mercy, of forgiveness, as if they are the sole virtues that separate us from monsters. But I ask you—forgive who? Rapists? Torturers? Serial murderers? Would you say the same to a cop who pulls the trigger on a man with a gun pointed at a child? Would you call him a monster too?
Mercy is not a sign of strength when it puts the innocent in danger. You say absolute power must choose restraint… but that same power has the right to be merciless when the world needs it.
Justice isn't a game of second chances. Not when those chances come at the cost of lives. One chance—that's all they should get. Any more than that, and you're not saving a life.
You're just letting a monster live its dream."
A silence fell like a curtain. The crowd buzzed behind the cameras, but on screen, it was Batman's turn. All eyes shifted.
He spoke calmly, his tone colder than the Gotham winds.
"You speak with conviction, Jason… but conviction isn't clarity. You see restraint as weakness, but I see it as the very line that keeps us human. I'm not defending monsters. I'm defending the line.
Justice isn't about vengeance. It's about making sure the system doesn't collapse under the weight of its own violence.
If we choose to kill every time we can kill, then we've already lost something far greater than a life. We lose the principle that power—true power—can choose not to destroy."
Batman paused, his cowl casting a shadow over his eyes as he took a small step forward.
"But let me ask you, Jason. You fight harder than anyone. You speak like someone who's lived through it—someone who's lost a brother, a daughter, a mother to the horrors you stand against.
But that's not your story, is it? No tragedy sparked this warpath of yours. No villain killed your loved ones.
So why, Jason? Why go this far? Why take this burden, this fight, as your own?
...Is it really about the people?"
He leaned in slightly, voice lower.
"Or is it about you? About the thrill... the satisfaction... of blood on your hands—when it's the 'right' blood?"
Jason let the silence hang for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp with intensity.
"A good jab," he said coolly, addressing the accusation just thrown at him. "Flip it on me, paint me as the villain, as if everything I've done can be boiled down to madness or ego. That's the easy route, right? The comfortable narrative. You get to keep your image clean, your hands washed. But here's the truth..."
He stood up from his seat, voice steady and resonant.
"My name is Jason Anderson. I didn't lose a wife to a mugger. I wasn't born in some pit of hell. I don't do what I do because I'm seeking revenge. That would make this personal. No... I do this because I can."
A ripple moved through the reporters. Jason continued, unwavering:
"I was born strong—dangerously strong. Strong enough that if I wanted, I could be the nightmare people whisper about. The kind of power that wants to break, to crush, to destroy. And at first, I didn't understand it. I thought I was cursed. That maybe I was the monster everyone would someday call me. But then I realized—power doesn't define the man. Choice does."
He turned, slowly scanning the room.
"So I made a choice. I looked at the worst this world had to offer—rapists, traffickers, serial killers, the scum that laughs at your courts and dances through your prisons—and I decided: that's where my power would go. If my fists demand blood, I'll give them the blood of monsters."
Then Jason's expression shifted, calm but challenging, as he locked eyes with Batman.
"But now... Batman. This isn't just for you. It's for all of you in your ivory towers of justice." He raised his voice slightly, addressing the League at large.
"Why do you wear the masks?"
Silence fell.
"Is it really about symbols? Justice? No. It's about fear. You wear those masks because you're afraid. Not for yourselves, of course—you're brave, I'll give you that. You're afraid for your families. You know that the people you've crossed, the villains you've locked up, will go after the ones you love. That's your real fear."
He let that hang, then pointed at them—slowly.
"So I ask—why do you get to protect your loved ones, but not the people? Why is your family sacred, but some poor mother's child in a Gotham slum isn't?"
Jason stepped forward, voice calm but charged with purpose.
"I told you before, didn't I? I know who you are. All of you—your true identities. But have I ever exposed you?"He let the question hang, then answered it himself, tone sharper."No. And do you know why?"
His eyes swept across the room, locking onto the heroes.
"Because I protect everyone. That includes your families… and even you. When danger falls from the sky, when the world is on the brink and the Justice League needs help—I'll answer. I'll be there.Not because I owe you anything… but because unlike you, I value all life. Not just the ones close to me."
That was the final question of the day…
How would Batman respond?
Was there an answer? Something—anything—that could salvage his stance? That could counter the heavy blow Jason had delivered?
No.Even Batman knew it.
What Jason had said…
It was the hard truth.
Guilt lingered in the silence. Pride, shattered. Masks didn't matter here—because truth laid them bare.
Batman stepped forward, his lips parting, a response forming on the edge of breath—
BOOM.
An explosion ripped through the back of the podium, fire and shrapnel bursting into the air, silencing the moment in a flash of chaos.
From the smoke… a figure stepped forth. Glowing eyes. A weight in the air.
The crowd gasped. The League tensed.
And then—his voice, cold and clear:
"Jason Anderson… I have come for your life."
The man who said those words…
Was none other than—
Superman.
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