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Meanwhile, in his office, a man sat watching footage coming in from Washington. The fight between Jason and Superman had intrigued him deeply. His expression was a mixture of fascination and disbelief at how well Jason had handled the Man of Steel.
"When he first sent me that message… I couldn't believe it… He really did embarrass Superman—across the media, across the world…" he muttered to himself.
Just as the words left his mouth, the door burst open.
"Mr. Luthor! Our laboratory is under attack!" shouted a woman—Mercy, his loyal assistant.
"What?! What do you mean?! Which one?!"
"It's Cadmus, sir. The one under Metropolis."
"Unbelievable. Who dares?!"
Mercy hesitated before speaking. "It was the Cursed Ones, sir…"
Hearing that, Luthor's eyes widened in fury. He punched the wall hard enough to crack it. "He dares betray me?! Call Jason Anderson! Tell him if he doesn't call off his dumb superhero crew, I'll expose him for drugging Superman!"
"But... you're the one who drugged Superman. He just figured out how you did it…" Mercy said softly.
Luthor turned to her sharply, anger flaring in his eyes. "How dare you—"
BOOM.
One clean shot—right between the eyes.
Luthor staggered and dropped to the floor, lifeless. Shot by the very woman he had raised to be his perfect assistant. Groomed, trained, trusted for twelve years—Mercy had been his assistant, bodyguard, driver, and right hand.
But as blood spread across the expensive floor, the woman who killed him exhaled slowly.
"Jason really is cruel…" she whispered. "But he knows too much."
She looked around.
"How the hell did he even know Mercy was this close to Luthor? Not a single guard checked me. No one suspected a thing. They let me walk right in—as if I was her."
She left the office briefly, then returned pushing a food cart. Pulling back its cloth, she revealed the real Mercy—already dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.
She carefully placed the real Mercy's corpse near Luthor's body, along with a forged suicide letter. Her work was meticulous.
Then she walked toward the office window and reached up to her face.
The mask came off—revealing the face of a deadly woman, calm and sharp-eyed. A true phantom in the world of killers.
Her real name... Valentina Anderson.
In the underworld, they whispered about her with fear and awe.
They called her The Assassin of a Hundred Faces.
...
The WBC News broadcast flickered onto the screen, cutting to a sleek studio overlooking the glowing skyline of Metropolis. Behind the desk sat Eliza Hart, composed and sharp as ever.
"Good evening, I'm Eliza Hart, and tonight… the world holds its breath."
As she spoke, the display beside her came to life, showing shaky amateur footage—Superman streaking through the sky like a meteor before slamming into the side of a government building. The next clip showed Jason Anderson standing firm, his team—the notorious Cursed Ones—at his side, bracing as the shockwave hit.
"Earlier today, a press conference organized for a public debate between the Justice League and Jason Anderson, leader of the controversial 'Cursed Ones,' turned into a scene straight out of a nightmare. The very beacon of peace—Superman—launched a full-scale assault on Jason Anderson during the conference, where reporters, civilians, and League members were present."
The feed shifted to chaotic snippets from news drones and nearby civilians. Superman tore through walls. Harley Quinn was seen leaping into action, swinging wildly. Livewire crackled with lightning, while Red Hood gave out orders. Katana's sword glimmered in the sunlight. From above, helicopters caught glimpses of Wonder Woman diving into the fray.
"The footage you're seeing now captures only fragments of what critics are already calling 'The Capitol Clash.' Superman, without warning or official sanction, initiated violence in the presence of innocent press. According to witnesses and several shaky livestreams, the situation escalated quickly when members of the Justice League themselves—Wonder Woman, Flash, and Green Lantern—intervened… not to support Superman, but to stop him."
One of the frames on screen froze on Wonder Woman mid-air, clashing with Superman, her glowing gauntlets deflecting his blows. Another showed Flash lying motionless near a toppled camera crew. Green Lantern's constructs fizzled in the background.
"Jason Anderson and Wonder Woman, unlikely allies, fought side by side in an attempt to subdue the enraged Man of Steel. While it's unclear what sparked this sudden aggression, some sources claim Superman shouted about threats to his identity and family—claims that have yet to be verified."
The screen cut to Jason hurling himself into the air, his fists engulfed in cursed energy, colliding hard with Superman mid-flight. The force bent the sky itself, the impact echoing through the distant skyline.
"But the most shocking moment? The presumed end. After a brutal exchange between Jason Anderson and Superman, the battle ceased. Cameras lost visual following a massive explosion of energy—reporters on the ground claimed they saw Superman kneeling before Jason… surrendering."
Eliza turned slightly toward the main camera now, her voice calm but cutting.
"Many across the globe are asking tonight: has the symbol of hope crossed the line? Is the Justice League fractured at the core? And most importantly—how long was this instability known, and by whom?"
The report shifted without pause. The new footage showed LexCorp Tower surrounded by flashing police lights. Yellow tape cordoned off the lobby, and a body bag was being carried out behind a wall of officers.
"And in a completely separate yet equally shocking turn of events, billionaire philanthropist and CEO of LexCorp, Lex Luthor, was found dead just hours after the incident. According to Metropolis PD, Luthor was shot point-blank in his private office—by none other than his long-time personal assistant, Mercy Graves."
An image of Mercy faded in next—composed, professional, always seen just behind Luthor at every public appearance.
"A letter left at the scene suggests a tragic tale of unrequited love—Mercy allegedly confessed she had harbored feelings for Luthor for twelve years, feelings she claims were never returned. The letter ended with a chilling confession and an apology, as Mercy apparently took her own life shortly after."
Grainy surveillance footage showed her walking into the building earlier that day. No signs of struggle. Police confirmed no weapon checks were made at the door.
"Authorities have declared this a closed case—death and suicide—but online forums, conspiracy theorists, and even a few private investigators are already raising questions. Was it truly passion… or something deeper?"
Eliza folded her hands on the desk, her expression unreadable.
"A nation reels, a world watches, and trust in heroes falters. We will continue to follow this evolving story. Stay with us after the break, as we discuss exclusive insider commentary on who the Cursed Ones really are… and why their war with the League may only be beginning."
"I'm Eliza Hart. This… is WBC News."
As the WBC broadcast faded into static, the cold glow of the Batcave's monitors reflected off Bruce Wayne's cowl. His fist slammed into the metal wall with a heavy thud, the force sending a tremor through the stone beneath.
"Master Wayne," Alfred called out from behind him, his voice steady, "you'll only harm yourself this way."
Bruce stared at the screen in silence, his breath heavy. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and bitter.
"Superman, mind-controlled. The Justice League's name dragged through the dirt. Jason gets his hands on Kryptonite—uses it against Clark. That's three victories in one day, Alfred. Three." He turned, switching the monitor feed. It showed footage of Lex Luthor's body being wheeled out of LexCorp Tower.
"He humiliated us. The man was attacked on live broadcast… and still came out looking like the hero." His jaw clenched. "And then this—Luthor dead. Supposedly shot by Mercy. But that woman was loyal to a fault. She wouldn't have done this. I don't believe it."
Alfred stepped forward, concern etched in every line on his face. "And now, with the police involved and media all over it, the evidence is compromised. What little trail there was… it's already fading."
Bruce's fingers hovered over the keyboard, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. "We were outmaneuvered. Again."
A voice cut through the cave's silence.
"You were. But not completely."
Bruce spun around. "Nightwing."
Dick Grayson stepped out from the shadows, peeling off his mask. His face was tense, but focused.
"I went to the crime scene at LexCorp—clean. Spotless. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. But Mercy's apartment? That was different." He pulled out a small vial, holding it up in the dim light. "I found traces of a rare chemical compound—barely detectable. It slows cellular decay for several hours."
Bruce narrowed his eyes. "Which means…"
"Mercy was killed long before Luthor," Nightwing confirmed grimly. "She was already dead by the time the shooting happened."
Bruce's mind raced as he stepped closer to the vial, examining it. "It's not a murder-suicide."
"No," said Dick, crossing his arms. "It's a double murder. Carefully staged. And whoever did it wanted us to believe it was personal."
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