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The Vice President's smile was polished for the cameras, a practiced curve that filled the evening broadcast with the kind of triumph that makes nations swell. Behind him, the city still hummed with emergency sirens and the distant collapse of debris; the heroes were not yet ready for interviews. So he stood in their stead, a single human face speaking for a planet that had just learned how fragile—and how dangerous—it could be.
"The valiant effort of Earth's combined forces," he announced, voice measured and booming, "and the immense power of both the Justice League and the Pantheon have brought victory to our world. The invader—conqueror and warlord known as Mongul—has been eliminated by none other than the leader of the Pantheon: Jason. An American hero. And now…the world's hero."
Reporters shouted questions; cameras clicked like synchronized thunder. He let the applause and noise carry him onward.
"Not only that," he continued, leaning in as if to share a secret the whole planet had a right to hear, "we have secured the Warworld. A machine of unimaginable scale—now under human control. It will defend our planet. It will usher in technologies and advancements we can barely imagine. Medicine, energy, engineering—the possibilities are enormous. This will revolutionize every field."
Hyperbole swelled into celebration on live television—ribbons of triumphant music, scrolls of ticker-tape, and anywhere a screen could be found, people cheered. He wasn't lying: humanity had gained more than a ship. They had gained recognition—a warning shot fired across the galaxy that Earth was no longer a prize to be taken lightly.
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"He said no."Diana's voice was quiet but carried the weight of an unbreakable verdict as she strode down the Warworld's chrome corridor. Light from distant consoles washed across her armor; the ship thrummed like a beast finally tamed.
"No?" The Vice President hurried to catch up, his suit already rumpled by the day's chaos. "What do you mean no? Every nation on Earth is demanding access. He can't just deny us—"
"He can," Diana replied without looking back. "And he did. The Warworld recognizes one master right now: Jason. He earned it. He killed Mongul and claimed ownership. The ship's systems accept him."
The Vice President stopped, swallowed, anger and disbelief trading across his face. "He can't do that—he's an American citizen. He's one of us. If he keeps this to himself, that's…that's treason. He'll be ostracized, maybe prosecuted."
Diana's jaw tightened. "And then what? Will you send the Justice League to seize the Warworld by force? Remember that Jason can pull power from the ship at will. He could take it and leave Earth vulnerable in a heartbeat. Do you want a moon-sized weapon slipping out of orbit while nations bicker over who gets the keys?"
Silence answered him. He had no good reply.
She let the words land before she continued, the diplomat in her tempered by the warrior. "He didn't lock everything down. He allowed humanitarian and civilian use—medical research, disaster response drones, non-military engineering and entertainment channels. What he forbade was clear: any access to weapon systems. No transfers, no foreign military control, no armaments. He called it non-negotiable."
The Vice President's face flushed. "That's unacceptable. We could save millions with Warworld tech—clean energy, new medicines. He's denying access for political reasons."
"He's denying access because if this ship becomes a tool for nations, it will end in war," Diana said softly. "This is not a standard alien vessel. Warworld is—by design—an implement of annihilation. Even species far older than humans have tried to decode it and failed. Turning it over to any single state, or to multiple states, invites catastrophe. Jason understood that before you did."
They walked in silence for a beat, the corridor's hum a thin thread between them.
"What about Superman?" the Vice President asked finally, desperate for an ally in the argument. "Have you heard his stance?"
Diana shrugged, shoulders the only part of her that moved. "I don't know. They're still meeting inside."
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Jason leaned back in his chair, studying Superman with a faint smirk. Then, without warning, he tossed something across the room.
"Catch."
Clark's hand shot out on reflex, but when he looked down, his eyes widened. Resting in his palm was the massive, glowing command key of the Warworld—the very heart of the ship's control.
Superman froze. Of all the possibilities running through his mind when he agreed to meet Jason here, this was the last.
Jason rose, stretching casually as though he hadn't just handed away the most dangerous artifact in orbit. "Oh, what's the matter? Didn't expect the big, bad, evil Jason—the villain, the killer—to be so cooperative?" His grin was sharp, but his tone softened as he closed the distance.
"Look, Clark. I trust you. Probably more than anyone else alive. But I fear you, too. The same way you should fear me. That's why I'm asking… trust me back. Whatever else I am, I will never want what's bad for Earth."
Superman's gaze didn't leave the key, his brows furrowed in thought. "…Then why hand me this?"
Jason exhaled slowly. "Because it's a sign. Of both trust and faith. Trust that you'll never use it against me—or worse, against something you think is evil but isn't. And faith that when I need it, you'll hand it back. We share the burden."
He stepped closer, his voice dropping lower, more deliberate. "The Warworld is bonded to me—it answers only to my command. But this key? That's yours. Right now, the ship is in idle mode. Only basic defense protocols, only basic navigation. All the serious functions… they're locked. And only you can unlock them. When you believe Earth needs the Warworld, give the key back to me. Until then… it stays with you."
Clark stared at him, torn between disbelief and a new, reluctant respect. For so long, Jason had been the League's thorn, the man who split them, the unpredictable rogue. But this gesture… this was not recklessness. It was responsibility. Maturity. Trust.
And for the first time in years, Superman found himself doubting. 'Maybe I was the one being immature all along…'
Jason tilted his head. "So… will you accept it?"
Clark closed his fingers around the key, and his voice steadied. "Then can you do me a favor?"
Jason raised a brow, his smirk fading into seriousness. "Anything."
"Kara," Superman said quietly. "My cousin. Supergirl. She'll be returning to Earth soon. I don't know exactly when, but… she's not like me. She's not averse to violence. She has a temper. If she comes to you, she may want to join your Pantheon."
Jason blinked, then sighed. "So you want me to turn her away, huh? I get it. I'll do it."
But Clark shook his head. "No. She's my cousin, but I can't control her choices. If that's the path she chooses, then so be it. All I ask… is that you look after her. Protect her. She's powerful, but she's also young. Your age, actually… but she doesn't have your maturity. Not yet."
Jason was silent for a long moment. The request hit deeper than he expected. At first, he felt shock. Then—an odd spark of excitement.
Finally, he nodded. "I see. Then I promise you this: if she chooses to walk beside me, I'll treat her as one of my own."
He extended his hand. Superman looked at it, then clasped it firmly. Two titans—once divided—sharing a fragile but genuine bond of trust.
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