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"Well, why am I here?" asked Zatanna, her arms folded as she sat across from Jason in the dimly lit restaurant he'd chosen.
Jason leaned back in his chair, smirking. "You're here because I find you attractive. And you find me attractive. So…" he gestured around playfully, "…we're on a date."
Zatanna gave him a long, unimpressed look before sighing. "While I'm flattered… I don't think you and I could ever—and I mean ever—work."
Jason tilted his head, grin widening. "Oh? Why not? I'm rich, handsome, powerful, well-loved by the people. Tell me, what else is the great Zatanna Zatara looking for?" His tone was teasing, but his eyes were sharp, studying her every reaction.
"Ugh…" she groaned, rolling her eyes. "Yes, you're all of those things. But that doesn't change the fact that I just don't like you."
Jason chuckled, leaning forward slightly. "And if I pressed you for a reason, you wouldn't be able to come up with a single real answer. Isn't that a shame?" His smirk carried both mockery and a strange sincerity, a dangerous mix.
She shifted in her seat, annoyed—and yet, like the others, she couldn't deny the grudging respect Jason had earned since the Trigon incident. The way he'd stood his ground for Raven… even she, as critical as she was, couldn't ignore that.
"...Sigh. Why am I really here, Jason?" she finally asked, her voice quieter.
Jason's smile thinned into something sharper. "Remember when you and Constantine promised me a favor, in exchange for saving Raven? Well, I think I've earned it now. Don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted, "you did. But I also remember telling you I won't do anything that conflicts with my principles."
Jason leaned back again, shrugging casually. "Well… that's not ideal. But I'm not asking for much. Still… it will conflict with your views."
Zatanna narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"
"I need you to vote yes on Wonder Woman's proposition at the next Justice League meeting."
Her eyes flickered with confusion at first, then sudden realization struck. "...Wonder Woman's proposition?" Her stomach sank. Jason wouldn't care about League votes unless… Her mind raced. Unless Diana was moving toward his way. Toward sanctioning killing. Toward rewriting the Justice League's code itself.
Her eyes widened. "Jason… don't tell me… You got Wonder Woman on your side? Are you insane? Is she insane?"
Jason grinned, his tone turning colder, more deliberate. "No. She's sane. Unlike the arrogant fools who pretend they're above the world's blood. Diana sees the flaws in the League's way of doing things. She understands that slapping villains on the wrist again and again isn't justice—it's negligence. And she's finally doing something about it. She's trying to change the League into what it should be."
His grin widened into something darker. "To actually cleanse the world of evil."
Zatanna's breath caught. This was no bluff. His confidence, the venom in his smile—he was dead serious.
"And you," Jason continued, pointing slightly toward her, "will help me do it. You'll support Diana. You. And Constantine. As for the Titans—well, I didn't make a deal with them. I can't guarantee their vote. But yours? Yours I can guarantee."
Jason pushed his chair back, standing smoothly. "Anyway. It's been a pleasure, Zatanna. Truly. But I'll have to leave now."
She shot up half out of her chair, her voice rising. "Wait—no. You can't just ask me to do this! This isn't a vote. This is me betraying everything I stand for. Everything it means to be a hero!"
Jason stopped by the door, glancing back at her over his shoulder. His grin had softened into something sharper, more dangerous.
"It's up to you, Zatanna. I'm not forcing you. But…" He let his words hang in the air like daggers. "A hero who's been with us since World War II has already chosen this path. If you don't trust me—then at least trust her experience."
And with that, Jason walked out, leaving Zatanna frozen in her seat, torn between loyalty to the League and the terrifying truth that Wonder Woman herself now stood at Jason's side.
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The Watchtower's council chamber was dead silent—until Clark slammed his hands on the table, his voice like thunder.
"Are you crazy, Diana?! Have we fallen so low that we're ready to become killers ourselves?!"
Bruce's voice followed, low and sharp as a blade. "Diana, this isn't just reckless—it's betrayal. This is insanity. We are the Justice League. We don't kill. The moment we cross that line, we stop upholding justice and become enemies to it."
Diana rose slowly from her seat, her armor gleaming under the light. Her tone was calm, but her words cut like steel.
"And I completely agree, Bruce. We are enemies of justice. True justice. Look at the numbers—seventy percent." She turned her gaze directly at him. "Seventy percent, Bruce. That's how much crime has dropped since Jason Anderson and his cursed ones took over your city. Gotham. The city we all once called a den of evil. The place where your legend was born. And yet, despite all your years of crusading, Jason did more by changing one rule—one—than you did in decades."
Clark's jaw tightened, fists clenching. "Preposterous! He's a murderer, Diana! A killer!"
Diana's eyes narrowed. "If he were, Clark… you'd already be dead."
The room froze. Superman blinked, shocked, but Diana pressed on.
"You were in his sights. You were the obstacle. And yet he didn't kill you. Why? Because he admires what you and Bruce built. He respects the symbols you've become. But he also sees the truth: you are too afraid to do what must be done. Hope, Bruce? Truth, Clark? They're meaningless if we allow evil to live unchecked. We don't just need to be symbols of hope. We need to be symbols of justice. We need to be the bane of evil itself."
Bruce leaned forward, voice low and grim. "Diana… that is not our way."
The Flash crossed his arms, shaking his head. "So what—you expect us to just start killing, what, everyone on sight now?"
Hal Jordan raised his hand in disbelief. "This is insane. Completely insane."
Then another voice spoke, calm but firm.
"Is it?"
All eyes turned. Oliver Queen leaned forward, resting his bow against the table. His expression was deadly serious.
"Let's be logical here. No one's suggesting we kill everyone. No one's saying we become executioners. What's on the table is simple: the ones who've gone too far. The monsters who've been given chance after chance after chance. The ones we know can't be redeemed. Tell me, how many innocent lives would still be here today if we hadn't let Joker walk out of Arkham the twentieth time?"
Hal frowned. "You too, Oliver…?"
Green Arrow's eyes burned with conviction. "Damn right, me too."
The tension rippled, and then Hawkman stood, wings shifting behind him.
"He's right. There are many of us. We've stayed quiet, but the truth is the truth—the League's grown too big. Too soft. We're handing out forgiveness like candy, while facing world-ending threats every week. It's time we stop playing gods of mercy and start cutting down the villains who dare reach too close to the sun."
Silence again. Until—
John Constantine flicked his cigarette into an ashtray and finally spoke.
"They're right. The lot of them. I've seen it with my own eyes. The kid—Jason—he's not bluffin'. He's got what it takes. Bloody hell, he's already proved it. And frankly, Bats…" Constantine looked straight at Bruce, "…the kid's done more good in Gotham in one year than you have in twenty."
Bruce froze. For the first time in years, he looked shaken.
"You… too… John?" His voice was quiet, disbelieving.
"I'm sorry, mate. But yeah. Someone had to say it."
The room was splitting like glass under pressure. Tension thick, voices shaking with anger, conviction, fear.
Diana's voice cut through it like a war cry. "We are divided. We can pretend this argument will vanish, but it won't. So we face it here, now. We vote. Will the League continue its failing ways—or will we adapt, and finally become the true sword of justice this world needs?"
For the first time in history… the Justice League must decide if it will stand together—or tear itself apart.
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