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"Oh, nice. I like that one," Jason said with a sly grin. "A dark witch, correct? Never thought John Constantine of all people would give a damn about a demon-blooded human. Quite the change of heart, eh?"
John narrowed his eyes. "So you know about that as well, do you? What the hell don't you know?"
Jason leaned back, casual. "I know what you don't. So I'll leave it at that."
"Whatever," John muttered, waving a hand. "Doesn't matter to me. Just so you know—I'm not saving the lass because I want to. It's this one here." He jerked a thumb toward Zatanna.
Zatanna's gaze was steady, her tone sharp. "Does that matter? I need to help her. Will you help us or not?"
Jason smirked. "Hmm. Very passive-aggressive way of asking for help. Interesting."
Zatanna scowled. "Ugh. Told you this was a bad idea, John. Let's just leave."
"Now now, lass." John raised his voice slightly. "Need I remind you this man survived months in hell alone and made Superman kneel? I think we'll need his power for what we're about to deal with."
Zatanna exhaled hard through her nose. "Ugh…"
"'Ugh' won't get us anywhere." Jason straightened, tone firm now. "I need info. The mission. Who's participating?"
John lit a cigarette, answering casually. "For now? You, me, the lass here, and Raven's teammates. They call themselves Team Titan."
"Teen Titans," Zatanna corrected flatly.
"Yeah, something like that," John said with a shrug.
Jason chuckled. "Oh, those ones, eh? And do they know I'm coming? Don't imagine they'll be thrilled."
"They'll have to suck it up," John replied. "So. You in? I know you want the full bloody details, but I can only give you that on the day of the attack."
Jason studied the two of them, then nodded slowly. "Hmm… sure, I'm in. But you'll have to do something for me very soon. Both of you."
Zatanna's eyes narrowed. "What! If it involves you killing—"
Jason cut her off smoothly. "Relax. I won't ask for anything physical. You'll just need to do something special as members of the League. And I promise you—no innocent people will be harmed."
"Tsk…" Zatanna folded her arms. "Fine. But I reserve the right to refuse."
Jason's grin widened. "That might complicate things. But fine. I'll let it slide."
He extended a hand. John smirked, took it, and shook firmly.
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Jason strode into the meeting room, the weight of command already heavy on his shoulders. His eyes swept across his gathered members, stopping first on Katana and Harley.
"Well?" Jason asked, voice calm but carrying. "How did it go, girls?"
Katana stepped forward, bowed slightly, and answered with her usual discipline. "Huntress is in. She will be a part of the Cursed Ones."
Before Jason could respond, Livewire leaned back in her chair with a smirk. "Are we really sticking with Cursed Ones? C'mon, if heroes are joining too, we need something cooler. That name's a PR nightmare."
Jason exhaled through his nose, half amused. "Leave that to the PR team. I don't have the time or patience to name a hero team." He turned back to Katana, his tone softening just a touch. "Proud of you, love. Good work. It seems everyone's recommendation is in… except for a little clown."
Harley twirled a lock of blonde hair, eyes dropping. "She doesn't wanna. What do I do, huh?"
Jason's voice hardened. "Warn her. No more playing the villain. Especially not killing people over her personal, opinionated crusade about greens. If she keeps that up, Harley… she'll be our enemy. That's all you can do."
Harley bit her lip, nodding slowly. "Okay, Daddy…"
Jason blinked, groaning under his breath. "Daddy… ughhh. Never mind."
He pressed on, straightening his stance as his voice filled the room. "Now. Moving on to the next points. First—next Sunday, new recruits will arrive. I probably won't be here to welcome them. That responsibility falls to you, Red Hood. You'll act as secondary leader until I return."
Red Hood crossed his arms, frowning. "Wait. Where the hell are you going?"
Jason ignored the question for the moment. "Second—next Thursday, I'll be meeting with Wonder Woman. If the talks go well, we could see members of the League joining our cause. There's a chance we won't just be rivals anymore. There's a chance we'll start a revolution. A chance to overthrow the League itself."
A sharp silence fell across the room. Every member present felt the weight of that declaration.
Jason's gaze turned sharper still. "And finally… the reason I won't be here Sunday. I'm going on a mission. Solo. I'd take you all with me—I trust no one more, and I need your power—but the Cursed Ones must remain active in Gotham. We need to hold the streets. Keep the image strong. The second voting is in three weeks. Once it's announced, every desperate villain in this city will try to act out, hoping to humiliate us."
He leaned forward on the table, eyes burning with intent. "I will not let that happen. So stay sharp. Stay alert. And make me proud."
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With his affairs wrapped up—his family informed, his team briefed—Jason was ready for the meetup with John and the Teen Titans.
The meeting spot was quiet, almost too quiet. Jason parked his car beside the rundown building and stepped inside, boots echoing against cracked concrete. At the far end, slouched in the shadows, John Constantine sat puffing a cigarette like the world owed him smoke.
Jason barely took three steps before he felt it—an energy weapon locked onto his chest.
"You move, I blast ya," growled a mechanical voice.
From above, a massive green gorilla dropped down with a thunderous slam, shaking the floor. Jason's hand twitched toward his weapon, eyes narrowing.
"Why is this monster here?!" the gorilla snarled.
Then, an acrobatic figure flipped down from the rafters, landing in front of Jason with his batons drawn. Nightwing's glare burned like steel.
"Why are you here, killer?" Nightwing demanded. "Are you responsible for what happened to Raven?"
Behind him, Starfire hovered in midair, radiant and dangerous, her eyes glowing like suns.
Jason glanced around, taking in the hostility, and tilted his head toward John with mock amusement. 'Hmm. They're all in their teens… same age bracket as me. Guess this world's Teen Titans have been running for a while'
Out loud, he said flatly, "John. Tell these clowns to lower their weapons before they lose their limbs."
John smirked, smoke curling from his lips. "Relax, lads. He's one of us."
Cyborg didn't budge, the cannon still aimed steady. "This killer is not one of us!"
Jason's smile curled, cold and sharp. "Hmmm… everyone seems awfully hostile. You know I could sue you for defamation, right? Victor Stone. Because I'm not a killer, never been condemned as one. I'm an executioner. An executioner of the vilest filth this world has ever seen."
Nightwing tightened his grip on the batons. "Yeah? Or maybe you just take pleasure in killing."
Jason's grin widened, wolfish. "And what if I do?"
The room tensed like a bowstring, every Titan ready to strike—until a shimmer of light cut through the tension. Zatanna materialized in a burst of magic, her voice commanding.
"Stop. Jason is here to help us save Raven. He's an expert in hell and curses. John recruited him personally, which makes him a necessary part of this plan. Like it or not, keep your grudges bottled up until after we rescue your friend. Understood?"
The Titans exchanged wary looks, but one by one they lowered their weapons. Nightwing holstered his batons, Beast Boy shrank back to human form, Starfire's aura dimmed, and Cyborg's arm retracted back to a hand with visible reluctance.
Jason gave a mocking nod. "Good job, Dick. At least you're smart enough to read the room."
Without another glance at them, Jason strode past and closed the distance to Constantine. In a flash, he kicked the cigarette from John's lips without so much as grazing his skin.
"Listen here, you little shit," Jason growled, voice low and lethal. "I'm not here to be your entertainment. This whole stunt? Could've been avoided if you bothered to use your words. Don't test me again, John. Next time, I won't let it slide."
John raised his hands, smirking even as he backed off. "All right, all right, you got me. No more games."
Jason's eyes narrowed. "Why are we here?"
John stood, brushing dust from his coat. "What for? Because I've got a gateway to hell here..... Not to hell exactly—more like… alien hell."
Jason's brow furrowed. "Alien hell?"
"Yes," John said, his grin fading into grim seriousness. "We're going to Azarath. Once a heaven, now twisted into a nightmare by one of the foulest entities in existence… Trigon."
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