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"So… you're Red Hood's recommendation." Jason leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers. "Now tell me—why should I make you part of the Cursed Ones?"
She let out a slow sigh. "Because I already do what you do. Just… unofficially."
Jason's expression didn't change. "Yes, I'm aware of your recent activities. But what's the motive? Trying to make daddy proud by doing the opposite of his job?"
"No," she said flatly. "I do this because I believe in it. My father is a piece of shit who's done plenty of bad things. He's retired now, and… well, he wasn't truly malicious. Or maybe he was… okay—probably. But either way, he and I aren't related anymore. Not in the ways that matter."
"Deathstroke's only daughter, wanting to be a hero…" Jason smirked faintly. "That's interesting."
Her eyes narrowed. Rose Wilson had inherited all of Deathstroke's skills, talents, and intelligence—but unlike him, she wanted to wield them for something better.
Jason's tone grew heavier. "One last question."
"Go ahead," she said.
"Would you shoot your father… if I asked you to?"
Her gaze fell to the floor, then back to Jason. "No. I don't have the heart to do that. If you decide he should pay for his crimes, I won't stop you… but I can't be the one to pull the trigger. No matter how despicable he is—he's still my father."
Jason studied her for a long moment… then smiled faintly. "Good answer. Had you said yes, I'd have kicked you out. We need loyal ones like you."
He extended his hand. She took it firmly.
"Welcome to the Cursed Ones, Ravager."
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Sitting in the car, Jason leaned back against the seat and glanced at Nia."What a tiring thing to do… how are we?" he asked.
Nia smiled. "Well, recruiting these people is necessary for our growth."
Jason tilted his head. "Let's see—we've secured Killer Frost and Ravager. Livewire's recommendation, Silver Banshee, is in. Harley is still trying to convince Poison Ivy to join us. Katana is locating Huntress as well."
"Sheesh… quite the annoyance," Jason muttered. "Any news?"
"Yes, actually—Wonder Woman has called for you," Nia replied.
Jason smirked faintly. "Is that so? Let her wait. After this meeting, we'll talk to her."
The car rolled to a stop in front of a quiet cafeteria, the low hum of the engine fading as they parked.
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"Good evening, Miss McCabe… I'm Jason. Jason Anderson," he said as he took his seat.
The woman across from him was striking—dark, flawless skin that seemed to catch the light, deep brown eyes that held both warmth and quiet strength, and a confident poise that made it impossible to mistake her for anyone but Mari McCabe, the hero known as Vixen. Her hair was cut stylishly short, framing her face perfectly, and the golden Anansi totem necklace rested proudly at her collarbone.
"Good evening, Mr. Anderson. It's a pleasure to meet you," she replied smoothly. "And please—call me Mari."
Jason smiled. "Wow, you're one of the few heroes who doesn't immediately attack me with words. Truly a pleasure to meet you, Mari."
"I know what you want from me," she said evenly. "But I don't know if what you do is right or wrong. In Africa, the decision was much easier. I could see evil for what it was—clear as day, no doubts. Here… it's much more complicated."
"Is it?" Jason leaned forward. "Trust me, and you'll do more good. You have animal instincts, don't you?"
Mari's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?"
"Those instincts," Jason said calmly. "Do they tell you I'm wrong? Do they tell you evil should be as rampant as it is, even with heroes like you, me, and Superman out there?"
Mari lowered her gaze for a moment before speaking. "No… I do not think such evil should be rampant. As a hero—no, we as heroes—should put an end to it."
"Exactly," Jason said firmly. "Put an end to it. Not pacify it. Not jail it. End it."
"You're right," Mari admitted, "but… I don't know. Perhaps… I need time. I can't make that choice instantly."
Jason's smirk softened into a smile as he slid a card across the table. "Take all the time you need, gorgeous. I'll be waiting for your answer."
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Back in the car, Jason leaned back in his seat. "Well, I think we've got this one. She was already halfway interested… Now, what was it about Wonder Woman?"
Nia passed him a phone. "We've received a call from her. Here."
Jason took it. "Diana… good to hear from you."
"It's good to hear from you too, Jason," she said, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of thoughtfulness.
"So, what do I owe the pleasure?" Jason asked.
"I've… thought about what you said," Diana replied.
"Oh? And what's the verdict?"
"I spoke with a few colleagues," she continued. "We'd like to meet with you—discuss how this will work… if we're to become allies, of course."
Jason smirked. "Sure, sure. I'm down. Next week—by then, I hope you've gathered enough heroes to make it interesting."
"I'll do my best," Diana said. "Good night, Jason."
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As soon as the car parked, Jason stepped out and froze, inhaling sharply."I smell magic… and a faint whiff of a demon bastard," he muttered.
Nia, just climbing out, frowned. "What do you mean, Jason—"
Before she could finish, Jason's hand shot out, snatching something out of thin air. Invisibility shimmered away, revealing John Constantine struggling in his grip.
A wand clicked into place, its tip inches from Jason's temple."Put him down," a cool, familiar voice commanded.
Jason turned his head slightly and smirked. "Zatanna… good to see you again, darling." He released Constantine, who staggered back.
"Tsk… you wish," Zatanna said, lowering her wand but keeping her eyes locked on him.
John coughed, rubbing his throat. "Bloody hell… you look scrawny for someone with a chokehold like that."
Jason didn't reply, just watched him.
"Well?" John continued. "Aren't you going to invite us for a drink? Could use a pint about now."
"Depends why you're here," Jason said flatly.
"Oh, that. Right." John straightened his coat. "I need your help."
Jason let out a mocking laugh. "John Constantine needs my help?"
John rolled his eyes. "I've been hearing you're an expert in something called cursed spirits, yeah?"
"Maybe."
"Well, that's unrelated. See, we're heading to a very cursed place, me and this young lady here. We've gotta pull someone out before Alien Satan gets his claws in her, or the world's properly screwed."
"And why me?"
"Let's see… you owe me for saving your ass," John said.
"That was you repaying a debt. The one I owe is Mazikeen—she's the one who saved my ass."
John groaned. "Fine, fine. How about you're the only one who's survived hell solo and made Superman kneel while dealing with the supernatural? I call that a perfect pick."
Jason smirked. "I'd say I'm in, but…" He tilted his head toward Zatanna. "She keeps glaring at me like she wants me to say no."
Zatanna crossed her arms and looked away.
"Because of that," Jason said, "I'm absolutely saying yes."
Her jaw tightened.
Jason turned back to John. "So… who are we saving?"
John grinned. "A little lass known as Raven."
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