If you Like this story! Check out my other storys ! Shadow Monarch in DC! and Dragon Slayer in Marvel!
AND
If you wish to read more or simply support me just because ? than check out my patreon at
"https://www.patreon.com/Riadooo"
You can Get Access to 3 More Chapters OR 7 More Chapters if you want !
/*\
Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, glaring at the holographic headlines swirling in the air. His face was plastered on every intergalactic newsfeed with captions like "Cowardly Earthling Refuses Cosmic Challenge!" and "False Warlord Declines Honor of the Arena!"
He muttered, voice low and dripping with disbelief.
"So you're telling me… a bunch of fucking aliens showed up here, couldn't find me, and what? Decided to slander me across the damn galaxy?"
Wonder Woman crossed her arms, expression calm but her lips twitching in amusement.
"Well, yeah… that's the gist of it."
Jason turned toward her sharply.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Diana raised an eyebrow.
"They called it the Cosmic Arena Tournament. Apparently, it's a very old, very famous event. Mongul used to compete in it—wagering Warworld itself—and he won nine times consecutively. Now that he's dead, and you hold the Warworld… they're saying you're obligated to fight in his place."
Jason stared at her blankly. Then blinked.
"…That is incredibly stupid. And people from our world actually believed this crap?"
From the couch, Harley piped up with a grin, twirling her bat.
"Oh, puddin', media people are like flies to crap—one headline and they start buzzin'. What did ya expect?"
Jason groaned.
"Unbelievable."
Diana exhaled softly.
"I say we ignore it and let it pass. It's not exactly a priority right now."
Jason leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples.
"Alright. Anything else I should know about before I decide to burn something?"
Harley raised her hand, cheerful as always.
"Ooh, lemme see! Giant monster showed up downtown—we kicked its ass! Livewire got into a fight with Black Canary again… somethin' about whose tits were better—"
Diana's eyes widened in alarm.
"Harley—"
"—Oh! And I caught Diana masturbating to your pic—"
Diana's hand was immediately over Harley's mouth, cheeks redder than her costume.
"That never happened! Ignore her! The only major event worth mentioning was Joker breaking out of Arkham. That's it!"
Jason raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"I'm gonna ignore that last part from Harley. So basically… nothing major."
Diana exhaled in relief.
"Correct."
Jason stood up, cracking his neck with a smirk.
"Good. Then pack up. You're coming with me."
Diana blinked.
"Wait—what? You're actually going to the tournament?"
Jason's grin widened, sharp and dangerous.
"Oh, I'm not going there to compete. I'm going to send them a message. And I'll need you with me."
Harley jumped up instantly, her eyes sparkling.
"Wait! I wanna come too!"
Jason gave her a long look as she deployed her deadliest weapon—the puppy eyes.
He sighed in defeat.
"...Fuck it. Why not."
Diana frowned slightly.
"When do we leave?"
Jason stretched, the faint aura of cursed energy flickering around him like heatwaves.
"Now."
....
The ship cut a silent path through the star-dusted void, its course locked and systems humming on autopilot. With the helm secured, Diana found Jason in the lounge, the soft glow of starlight from the viewport illuminating the amber liquid in his glass. The rich, peaty scent of fine whisky filled the space. Harley, they both knew, was deep in a regenerative sleep cycle within the med-pod chamber, leaving them in a rare pocket of privacy.
Diana settled into the plush seat opposite him, the material sighing softly. She poured a measure of the same whisky into a crystal tumbler, the clink of the decanter a punctuation in the quiet.
"So... how did it go in the other world?" she asked, her tone a blend of professional curiosity and something more personal.
Jason swirled the liquor in his glass, watching the legs trail down the crystal. "Well, about as much as I expected... a truly fucked up world." He took a measured sip, the warmth a familiar comfort. "You were a bitch in it, to be honest. I actually ended up killing you...sorry," he said with a dark, humorless smirk, "I ended up fighting that world's Superman. Killed him, of course. And ended up culling a significant portion of their so-called 'heroes'."
Diana's glass paused halfway to her lips, her eyes widening a fraction. "Wow... I didn't know the mission parameters required that level of... escalation."
"Don't waste your sympathy on them, Diana," Jason said, his voice dropping, becoming flinty. "When I saw what they had done... I lost it. Their Superman killed Billy. Shazam. He fucking lasered the kid's eyes out. And it wasn't just an execution; it was a flex for him. Had that shit broadcasting on every screen across the planet."
A grimace of genuine disgust twisted Diana's features. "Oh... That is... indeed evil. I hope I wasn't as troublesome. I didn't realize the 'me' of that world was... complicit."
"Don't take it to heart," Jason stated, his gaze meeting hers, firm and direct. "She may have worn your face, but you and she are fundamentally different organisms. If it makes you feel any better..." He let the sentence hang for a moment, his eyes giving her a slow, appreciative once-over. "I like you way, way more. And you're far more beautiful."
A faint, pleased blush touched her cheeks. "Thanks... I appreciate that. Uhm... So..." she began, a new, more vulnerable tension entering her posture.
Before she could formulate her thought, Jason turned fully to face her, a knowing, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. "Jerking off on my desk? Seriously?"
The blush on Diana's face deepened to a spectacular crimson. She lowered her head, a rare display of utter mortification. "I... I... It's been... Uhm..." she stammered, the mighty Amazon warrior reduced to a flustered mess.
"I'm not offended," he said, his tone low and even, devoid of judgment but full of implication. "I just find it curious you chose solitary gratification over coming to me. I needed a good fuck too, you know."
"What... Uh... I'm... way older," she managed, the protest sounding weak even to her own ears. "Like, by tens of years..."
"Oh, shut up," he dismissed with a soft, commanding chuckle. "We both know neither of us gives a fuck about a number. A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman."
The air in the lounge grew thick, charged with a potent, unspoken promise. Diana's eyes lifted to his, and the professional composure melted away, replaced by a raw, hungry look that seemed to peel away his layers, her gaze practically undressing him where he sat.
The moment, however, was shattered by the gratingly cheerful voice that echoed from the corridor.
"Hey! Are we there yet?"
Harley bounded into the lounge, gloriously, unabashedly nude, her skin glowing under the ship's lights. She paid the intense atmosphere no mind, her hands on her hips.
Jason sighed, the spell broken. He rose from his seat, his expression a mixture of annoyance and resignation. "We'll continue this talk later. I think we're close now." He then turned to Harley, and with a sharp, practiced motion, delivered a stinging slap to her exposed rear, the sound cracking through the room.
She let out a theatrical, exaggerated moan. "YES, DADDY!"
"Get dressed, you fucking idiot," he finished, though a trace of fond exasperation was evident in his command.
/*\
If you Like this story! Check out my other storys ! Shadow Monarch in DC! and Dragon Slayer in Marvel!
AND
If you wish to read more or simply support me just because ? than check out my patreon at
"https://www.patreon.com/Riadooo"
You can Get Access to 3 More Chapters OR 7 More Chapters if you want !