Jason turned to face Batman and Robin, the moonlight casting their imposing shadows against the warehouse walls. Batman's cape billowed in the cold wind, while Robin crouched beside him, ready for combat.
Jason dragged his hand across his masked face and muttered,"Just when I thought I was done for the night."Batman stepped forward, voice low and commanding."Who are you?"
Jason scratched his head, the corner of his mouth twitching."Honestly? I don't have a name. Call me whatever you want."Batman's eyes narrowed."You'll tell me when I'm done with you."
Jason shook his head slowly, nonchalant.
"Look, I'm a mercenary. I got paid to handle that gang, not you. So unless you're the client, you don't interest me. But if you keep attacking, I won't hold back."
Before Batman could respond, batarangs and birdarangs flew from both of them.
Jason dodged with ease, stepping back with a casual grace."Seriously bruh"Batman and Robin lunged simultaneously, launching a flurry of flying kicks.
Jason leaned under their combined assault, fluid and relaxed.He popped up, landing a solid punch to Batman's chest that sent him flying back.Without hesitation, he grabbed Robin's leg mid-fall and slammed him into the concrete with a sickening thud.
"Robin!" Batman roared, charging back.
Jason kicked Robin away, sending him rolling.Batman threw more batarangs. Jason dodged effortlessly, catching one mid-air like it was nothing.
Batman closed the distance with a punch—Jason parried it smoothly, the impact barely shifting him.
Batman spun, aiming a high kick.
Jason caught the leg mid-air with a blur, then stabbed Batman's thigh four times with the very batarang Batman had thrown, drawing a grunt of pain before kicking him away.
Robin, recovering fast, swung his staff hard at Jason's shoulder.Crack.The staff bent sharply against Jason's arm.Robin's eyes widened in shock.
Jason seized the moment, grabbing Robin's neck in a vice grip.The younger hero struggled, gasping for air, eyes wide with panic.
After a tense few seconds, Jason flung Robin aside like a ragdoll.Jason's gaze flicked toward the distant sound of sirens then jumped away ,fleeing the scene leaving batman glaring at his retreating back.
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Jason ran the whole way back, making sure he wasn't being followed. Once inside his apartment, he sent in his feedback, marking the task as completed. Since he had accepted it, no one else could take the job for three days before it would become available again—assuming it hadn't already been completed. All that was left now was for them to confirm it, and then he'd get paid.
He walked to the fridge, grabbed a beer, popped the cap, and chugged it down before sinking into the sofa, his mind replaying recent events. Attacking Batman might have been stupid, but in his defense, Batman had struck first. Sure, he could have run, but he'd be damned if he fled from someone magnitudes weaker than him. Now, Batman would surely start investigating him. Honestly, if Batman hadn't been necessary to keep the timeline from falling apart, Jason might have ended him right then and there—an idea he had briefly entertained during their fight before ultimately dropping it.
Finishing his beer, Jason headed to the basement. Rows of weights lined the walls, but his attention was fixed on the vault door at the far end. Its cold steel was marred by deep fist-shaped indents.
He stepped up to the vault door and punched it with full force. His fist sank through the metal, shaking the entire basement and causing the lights to flicker. He pulled his hand back, tingling slightly from the impact. At his current strength, he could probably take out every member of the Justice League—though in this world, the League hadn't formed yet, and heroes operated city by city, still eyed warily by the government.
Honestly, if he planned carefully and went all out, he might even kill Superman. He wouldn't need kryptonite—his soul-splitting katana alone would be enough. The blade ignored all physical durability, striking straight at the soul. When the soul was hit, the body reacted accordingly, so none of the heroes' invulnerability mattered. And best of all, no one knew about the special abilities of his weapon.
The only power he hadn't tested yet was the ability of the Inverted Spear of Heaven. He'd never managed to get anyone to use their powers against him—everyone he'd fought so far just had guns and no superpowers. Yeah, he'd been bullying his way through since arriving in this world.
Even though he could probably kill almost anyone with the soul-splitting katana, he still had to land a hit. There were monsters faster than him, and he couldn't rely on the cards alone—he had to train.
Jason closed his eyes as a bubbling orange cloak of chakra enveloped him, generating a small gust of wind. A single tail emerged behind him. He raised his hand, and a small blue sphere began to form—but it destabilized and vanished. Jason sighed.
"Damn geniuses."
Naruto had managed to master the Rasengan in less than a week. And here Jason was, struggling to learn it after nearly a year of trying. Sure, he could say it was because he was starting from scratch, but that excuse felt weak—he knew the anime well, and the mechanics of the Rasengan had been explained clearly there. The truth was, his talent in ninjutsu just wasn't where it needed to be yet.
Recreating the Rasenshuriken? That was an almost insurmountable challenge.
Jason closed his eyes and focused, drawing a single hand seal. He muttered the words with steady determination, "Shadow Clone Jutsu."
With a puff of smoke, a sickly white clone of himself appeared beside him. It wore the same red, bulging chakra cloak, though its legs wobbled unsteadily.
"Uhhh… I don't feel so good, boss," the clone stammered weakly, and then vanished in a small puff of smoke.
"No one knows my hardships," he muttered under his breath.
His training wasn't just about power or pride—it was survival. He never knew when shit might hit the fan. For all he knew, Darkseid could come knocking on earth door tomorrow. He had to be ready.
Yawning, Jason left the basement, muscles sore but his mind restless. He would resume training in the morning ,slacking off wouldn't help him in any way.
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Meanwhile, deep within the Batcave, Batman sat hunched over his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard as he sifted through data on a white-masked mercenary. Suddenly, a description popped up—one that matched what Jason had been wearing.
Batman's eyes narrowed as he read the name flashing on the screen: "Nameless..."
"I will find you," he muttered, voice cold and resolute.