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The broadcast opened with the sharp, authoritative voice of the anchor.
"Breaking news. Reports have come in of The Pantheon's coordinated attacks across the globe. In the last twenty-four hours, seven known supervillains, long thought to be in hiding, have been located and defeated. Of those, three were executed on the spot."
The screen shifted to grainy footage of smoldering facilities, armored figures moving with purpose, and civilians whispering the name Pantheon in awe and fear.
The anchor continued, her tone steady, though the weight of her words was clear.
"But perhaps the most shocking development comes from Finland, where the Pantheon dismantled a secret facility linked to the infamous Maxwell Lord. Inside, the villain known as Doctor Psycho had been conducting… experiments. What our sources describe as unspeakable acts of cruelty."
The feed changed again—this time to a solemn studio interview. Sitting across from the reporter, clad in her armor but without her helmet, was Wonder Woman.
Her expression was calm, but her eyes carried shadows that no camera could erase.
"Princess Diana," the reporter began, leaning forward, "it has been confirmed that you personally executed Doctor Psycho. Is that true?"
Wonder Woman didn't flinch. "Yes," she said simply. "I was the one who delivered the killing blow."
The reporter hesitated, then pressed. "Some argue this is a step too far. That execution is not justice. How do you respond to that?"
Diana's gaze sharpened, her voice steady yet heavy with conviction. "What I saw inside that laboratory…" She paused, her jaw tightening, memories rising like ghosts. "It brought me back to the horrors of World War II. The camps. The experiments. The things humanity swore it would never repeat."
Her hand curled into a fist on her lap, knuckles white. "Doctor Psycho was not a man seeking redemption. He was not a man capable of change. He was a parasite feeding on suffering, creating it, reveling in it. To allow him to live would have been a crime greater than his death."
Her words cut through the silence of the studio. "Jason's vision must continue. There are those who will never stop unless we stop them. And for monsters like the one I faced today… death is the only justice left."
The screen faded back to the anchor. Her voice, though professional, carried a grim note.
"We now warn our viewers. The following footage, recovered from the site of the facility, may not be suitable for sensitive audiences."
The video cut to shaky on-scene recordings: shattered test tubes, broken machines, and glimpses of bodies suspended in grotesque conditions. Faces distorted by terror. Limbs warped by cruel experimentation. The silence of the victims spoke louder than screams ever could.
The broadcast did not linger. The screen returned quickly to the anchor's grave face.
"This… is the world we now live in. The Pantheon rises, and with it, new questions of morality, justice, and survival."
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Jason snapped the remote down and the room fell into the hush that follows a storm. He took a long sip of coffee as the kettle steam blurred the morning light, folded the paper in half, and watched the crease like it was a map.
"What about online approval?" he asked without looking up.
Nia didn't need to be asked twice—she already had a tablet lit and fingers dancing. "Divided," she said. "A large bloc supports the Pantheon—calls for us to be unleashed nationwide—but there's a loud pushback. League sympathizers, human-rights groups, and a lot of ethics commentators. Trending tags are split down the middle."
Jason hummed. Predictable. Expected. Useful. He let his eyes slide back to the headline: Pantheon: Salvation or State-Sanctioned Murder?
"And the recruits?" he asked. "How are they holding up?"
"All the non-lethal teams are steady," Nia replied, professional and blunt. "But three people involved in lethal ops are affected. From the Doctor Psycho facility—Ice is traumatized; Cyborg withdrew to the Teen Titans' building to recover. And there was a flare-up on Mission Four: Livewire and Black Canary clashed over the execution of Mister Zsasz. Livewire burned him with electricity. Diana intervened—argued that this crosses a line; that torturing or mutilating someone to make a point makes us no better."
Jason let that land. He had seen the footage. He'd seen the tubes, the rooms, the things that lived only in nightmares. He wasn't surprised anyone broke.
"Bring them in tomorrow," he said. "Both of them. I'll have a talk. Diana's right—execution is one thing; torture is something else. We eliminate monsters, not imitate them. Make that clear."
Nia made a note. "Space observatory?"
He raised a finger. "Status."
"A week," she said. "One week and the Anderson observatory goes live. You were right—its detection capability will rival anything the League runs."
He smiled at that. Small victories, built into larger ones. Nia stood, bowed once — all business — and moved for the door.
"Thanks, Nia." He watched her go. The office was suddenly quiet again, the hum of servers and distant city noise the only reminder they were still anchored to the world.
Jason let himself lean back and laugh. It started long and low and then it was all teeth.
Why? Because the system counted everything. Yesterday's mission—three villains executed, ninety-six of their elite soldiers and laboratory staff neutralized—each body ticked the counter. He'd been skeptical at first; the interface had felt like a cruel joke. But the numbers hadn't lied. The Sukuna mechanic registered the kills when he ordered them, when the Pantheon's plans were executed, when targets were eliminated by his men or by his designs.
He could sit here, in this leather chair, with a view of the Potomac and a cup gone cold, and pull levers. He could push paper. He could sign a warrant and watch the system confirm the tally. With each sanctioned strike, the gauge climbed. With each sanctioned strike, his power swelled.
A slow grin spread over his face, equal parts hunger and triumph.
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