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"HA... Fine, you're a lucky boy. I'll bite." Black Mask sneered, his voice gravel against steel. That skull-like mask of his didn't show emotion, but his posture, the casual flick of his hand—he radiated smugness. Dominance.
He snapped his fingers.
From the darkened edge of the warehouse, another man stepped forward—tall, burly, face hidden behind a ski mask. He carried a duffel bag, worn and stretched to its limits.
With a thud, he dropped it at Nia's feet.
Nia stepped forward, movements tense. Her fingers hovered near her sidearm. Around her, Anderson guards reacted like coiled springs—raising rifles slightly, eyes scanning.
Too quiet.
She crouched. Unzipped the bag halfway.
Click.
Something metallic. Too sharp. Too deliberate.
Her eyes widened— "SHIT—!"
SSSSHHHHHHT!—
BOOOOOM!
A brutal flash tore through the warehouse like lightning cracking across glass. Light exploded. Sound followed—a thunderclap of a flashbang, blinding, deafening, disorienting.
"FLASH BANG!!" someone yelled just before the storm hit.
In the whiteout—
Gunfire erupted.
Panic. Screams. Metal on metal. Barking commands lost in the cacophony. Bullets ricocheted, snapping through crates and bodies alike.
Smoke filled the air. A veil of war.
Amid the chaos—
Jason stood tall.
His coat hit the ground as his chest expanded with slow, measured breath. His veins pulsed black. Something ancient stirred inside.
"You shouldn't have done that..." he muttered.
From his fingers, nails pushed forward—slick, sharp, obsidian black. Talons.
His skin paled. Eyes lost color. The Jason Anderson everyone knew was gone.
He surged forward like a missile.
One of Black Mask's men turned, stunned by the sight—Jason appeared in front of him in a blur, talons tearing across his neck. Arterial spray painted the nearby crates.
Jason didn't pause.
He ducked under a hail of bullets, leaped forward like a panther—his hand pierced another man's chest with ease. Ripped out the heart. It beat once in his grip before he flung it away like trash.
"MONSTER!" someone screamed.
Jason turned toward them with a crooked grin, face half-shadowed in flickering light.
"You're goddamn right."
He twisted and dodged, a ghost among men, his body a blur of slashes and ruptured flesh.
A man tried to run.
Jason grabbed his head and slammed it into a steel beam—his skull cracked like glass, limp body falling like a ragdoll.
A shotgun fired at him point blank—
He vanished, appearing behind the shooter, fangs sinking into his throat. Blood poured.
The ground was soaked red.
Dominic held his own, barking orders, firing with practiced aim, his expression a mask of calm fury.
Nia, agile and precise, cut through enemy lines, but even she had to pause once—staring in disbelief at Jason.
What she saw wasn't training. It wasn't talent. It was something far darker.
A beast.
Meanwhile—
Black Mask crawled across the floor, dragging himself behind a metal crate. He popped open a black case hidden beneath it.
Inside: a prototype weapon—long, matte-black, heavy-barreled. Stolen from a weapons lab in Star City. The kind of thing that could punch through tanks.
He aimed.
BOOM!
A brilliant blue blast tore through the air.
Jason barely tilted his head as the beam missed by inches, slamming into a support column and vaporizing it.
Dust and debris rained down.
Jason turned slowly. His wound from earlier sizzled, cauterized by the blast, but he didn't flinch.
Black Mask fired again.
Jason slid under the beam, claws sparking against the ground.
Another shot—this one grazed his ribs, burning through flesh, but Jason barely grunted.
He was already upon him.
With a scream of fury, Jason lunged.
His claws dug into Black Mask's shoulder—and with one savage motion, tore his entire arm clean off.
"AHHHHH!!" Black Mask howled as the cannon fell to the floor.
He rolled, clutching the stump, breath ragged.
Jason towered over him, his body painted in gore, chest rising and falling like a beast mid-hunt.
He leaned down.
"You're not the market anymore."
He grabbed Black Mask's skull—fingers curling around it like a vise, ready to crush.
Then—
FWIP!
A wire snapped around Jason's wrist, cutting deep as it tightened.
YANK.
He was pulled backwards, slammed against the ground, grip broken.
Jason snarled, rolling to his feet, talons bared.
From the smoke—black cape swirling, boots hitting the floor like falling hammers—a shape stepped forward.
Shadowed. Silent.
A pointed cowl. A burning glare beneath it.
Batman
..
Jason stood, towering amidst the bodies and smoke, his chest rising with calm, precise breath.
He didn't even look back as he spoke:
"Everyone retreat. Leave him to me."
His voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
Behind the crates, hidden in the shadows, Dominic gave a single nod. He didn't want the Bat seeing his face — not yet. He raised a hand.
"You heard him. Pull back." His men followed without hesitation.
Across the room, Batman stepped forward from the haze, his cape shifting behind him like wings of vengeance.
"I can't allow that." His voice was deep, steady, commanding.
But before he could finish—
CRACK—!
Jason's foot came flying toward Batman's face without warning.
The Dark Knight ducked just in time, but mid-swing, Jason twisted his body — his foot slammed downward in a brutal arc, smashing into Batman's shoulder and driving him into the concrete floor.
BOOM!
Dust shot up around them. Even Batman looked stunned for a moment — not by the hit, but by the force behind it.
Jason was strong. Too strong.
But Batman didn't waste time. He dropped a handful of spherical devices onto the ground.
PSSSSSHHHH!
Thick smoke erupted, blanketing the floor.
From above — FWIP! — a grappling line fired, yanking Batman up into the shadows of the warehouse ceiling.
Jason slashed through the smoke with a wave of his arm, eyes locking upward—just in time to see three gleaming shapes flying toward him.
THUNK. THUNK. THUNK.
KRRRACK—!!
The Bat-A-Rangs detonated on contact — mini explosions tore through the air, hurling Jason backward across the room. He hit the floor, skidded past debris, a snarl escaping his lips.
But he didn't stay down.
Jason rose.
Fast.
Half his shirt torn, blood on his lips, eyes hollow—predator eyes.
He charged forward.
Batman swung down from the rafters, drop-kicking from above. Jason caught the momentum mid-air, twisting his body to throw Batman over his shoulder.
BAM!
The Bat hit the ground hard. Jason followed with a slash, claws scraping against armored gauntlets. Sparks flew.
Batman gritted his teeth, struck with precision—fists, knees, jabs trained to paralyze. Jason took the hits and returned with brutal swings, overwhelming power.
It was martial arts against monstrous instinct.
Equal.
But only for a while.
Then—
An opening.
Batman glanced to the side. Black Mask was still alive. Barely.
That half-second of distraction was enough.
Jason vanished—and reappeared right behind Black Mask, claws raised.
"No!" Batman shouted.
Too late.
SHUNK—
Jason's claws pierced through Black Mask's chest, silencing him forever.
The body dropped. Lifeless.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS, JASON ANDERSON!" Batman's voice roared with fury, grief, and rage as he launched again, fists flying.
Jason weaved through the strikes, sliding out of reach, eyes sharp.
He didn't strike back.
He retreated.
"You think this is justice?" Jason said, stopping just at the exit.
Batman was ready to chase—but froze as Jason spoke again.
His voice turned colder. Quieter.
But every word carried weight.
"Bruce Wayne... Keep away from me and my family, and I'll keep your secret. Hidden."
Batman's body tensed.
"And you're not the only one." Jason's eyes glinted in the darkness.
"Barry Allen. Clark Kent. Diana Prince. And many more."
A beat of silence.
"Do not follow me. Do not challenge me. Do not mess with my family... and your secret will stay safe. With me."
Jason turned his back. Walked into the dark.
Batman stood there.
Frozen.
Mind racing.
Trying to understand...
How?
How the hell did Jason Anderson know who they were?
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