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Jason turned slowly, the night folding around him like a held breath. Moonlight carved hard lines across his jaw as he fixed Bruce with a look that could have frozen fire.
"Now what do you mean by 'alternate Earth'?" Jason asked.
Bruce carried himself slowly, the way a man carries a wound—careful not to expose it. "It's a theory—one that proves our world has more than—"
"Don't explain what an alternate Earth is to me," Jason snapped, cutting him off. "I already know that. Explain to me why the hell an alternate Earth Bruce is here. If that's true—why are you attacking me? I genuinely thought you were our Bruce."
For a moment, the silence stretched. Batman's cape rustled; his voice came low and clipped. "You resemble someone I detest. I needed to face you. To learn whether you and that other person are the same."
Jason let a slow, humorless laugh escape. "So you came all this way to play judge and executioner? Charming. And now that you saw I'm not a carbon copy of whatever monster you hate, you want something from me."
Bruce's eyes didn't flinch. He stepped closer, urgency folding his words. "I need help. I need you to save my world. Help me defeat someone—a person of unimaginable strength. A… friend."
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"So let me get this straight," Jason said, folding his arms and fixing Batman with a steady look. "On your Earth, Superman led a violent revolution, took control, built a dynasty, and now rules as dictator—killing anyone who resists or commits crimes?"
Batman's jaw was a flat line. "Yes."
Diana stepped forward, the disbelief carved into her voice. "And I'm supposed to be his henchman? His second-in-command, enforcing that?"
"Yes." The alternate Bruce's answer was blunt, stripped of theatrics.
"This sounds familiar," the Batman of their world murmured, more to himself than anyone else.
Diana scoffed hard enough to echo. "Not in my world. I would never do that."
Jason held up a hand. "Different Earths share threads of history, but not every stitch. There are worse timelines than the one you describe. We can't discount that."
Superman—still uneasy—gave voice to the question that hung in the air. "So what do we do about this? An alternate version of me has chosen tyranny. How do we stop him?"
Jason's eyes flicked to the window for a heartbeat. The war room swallowed his silence; his mind worked through options with a predator's efficiency. 'Normally I wouldn't give a fuck' he thought, cold and practical. 'I'd send Clark and the League, Stay here and let them clean house. But this is different… I could kill a Kryptonian and a whole cadre of corrupted heroes. the amount of souls....'
He checked himself and refocused. "Do you have a way back to your world?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," the alternate Bruce replied. "But not without caveats. The device I possess was built with help from an ally in my world. It makes a two-way portal—but it will break on its second use. If you join me, and you want a guaranteed return, we must first free the man held in Superman's prison."
Jason's lips pursed. "Dangerous."
"Dangerous is the job," Superman said immediately, stepping forward. "I'll go. I can't sit here knowing a version of me has turned into that. I have to try."
Bruce snapped his head toward him. "Clark, you can't be gone long—"
Clark shook his head, voice threaded with resolve. "I can't stay here either. Knowing that a version of me became a tyrant…it eats at me."
Alternate Bruce watched Clark, his face softer for a moment. "He is not devoid of goodness," he said. "He lost his wife and son—killed in the chaos the Joker unleashed. He broke under the weight. His actions are not the solution, but know that he did not begin without pain."
Jason's answer came without hesitation. "I'll be the one to go."
The room reacted like a struck chord. Diana's disbelief flared first. "Jason—you'll go?" she demanded.
"I'll leave the Pantheon in your hands, Diana. Nia will act as my second. I trust you both." He turned away from the heat of her stare. "And no—this is solo. Don't ask to come with me."
Alternate Bruce gave the declaration a dry, almost-approving nod. "Poetic. You've built something here that could at least serve as a vision—a warning of what Clark's choices can become."
Jason let out a short, humorless laugh. "I'll try to save him. But I make no promises. Your Clark isn't evil by nature. He's… gone too far. It will be up to him whether we save him—or end him."
Diana crossed her arms, the ache of a leader in her voice. "How long do you think you'll be gone?"
Jason shrugged, the motion casual but absolute. "Maybe a month. Maybe longer. It's not an easy job. The device is fragile; the prison will be fortified. Don't expect a fast return. But don't lose sleep over external threats—Warworld alone will deter most. Have faith. I'll be back. Stronger."
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"Are you sure we can't come?" Raven asked at last, voice small but steady.
Jason met her gaze and smiled without humor. "No. I need you to perfect your Domain expansions. All of you." He leaned forward, the leader they trusted most when he spoke blunt truths. "It's not that I can't trust you. It's that I can trust you enough to do this and protect the Pantheon without me."
Raven's shoulders dropped a fraction—relief and a new urgency in the same breath. Livewire nodded once, decisive. Harley clapped, somehow managing both bravado and genuine faith. Red Hood simply exhaled and tucked his helmet in tighter.
A faint ripple ran through the gathered team as if a bell had been tolled.
"Good luck out there, King," Red Hood called, half-smirk, half-salute.
"King?" Jason arched an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Livewire shrugged, amusement hidden beneath steel. "You called yourself the King of Curses on the Warworld. We're the Cursed Ones. It fits."
"YOU ARE OUR KING, AHAHA!" Harley crowed, bouncing forward to slap Jason on the back. It was ridiculous. It was sincere.
Jason allowed the title to hang for a heartbeat, then shrugged. "All right. I guess I am." He felt the weight of it settle like a second skin—something to wear and something to wield.
Batman—alternate and steady—worked the portal's dial with clinical calm. The device was a cramped ring of humming metal, filaments tracing an artery of energy across the floor. It threw off a heat that felt both foreign and intimate. Around it, the air shimmered, folding into the first wrinkles of another world.
"You don't happen to be a laughing bat right?" he asked, voice dry.
Batman's reply was the ghost of a smirk. "Umm....No."
"Good....We wouldn't want to mee that one now...." said Jason
They stepped toward the ring togethr two silhouettes and when the portal accepted them, it did so like water swallowing a stone: clean, inevitable.
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