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"Ladies and gentlemen!" shouted the booming voice of the announcer, his four jaws flapping in excitement. "We've got excellent news! The Coward of Earth has finally showed up—and he's here to supposedly win the tournament! HAHAHAHAHA!"
The crowd erupted in laughter—an ocean of alien warriors, beasts, and mercenaries roaring with mockery across the colossal coliseum of Rimbor, a war-hungry planet that thrived on blood sports and violence. Floating banners shimmered with the sigil of Emperor Jorven Tal, the grotesque ruler whose massive form sat upon the royal balcony. His chin tentacles squirmed as he laughed, his voice deep and wet.
"Those Earthlings have no idea what they've signed up for!" the announcer continued, raising his clawed hands to the sky. "We'll rip his head off and offer it to Emperor Jorven Tal—may he reign forever!"
"FOREVER!" bellowed the crowd in unison.
The emperor's laughter filled the air—thick, wheezing, satisfied—until the sky above the arena split open. A sonic boom followed, shaking the coliseum's foundations as three figures descended through the clouds.
The first landed like a meteor. Dust and wind exploded outward from the crater he created—Jason. Behind him, landing with fluid grace, came Diana and Harley Quinn.
Jason brushed the dust off his coat, his glowing eyes cutting through the haze."Hello everyone," he said coolly, "the foolish Earthling is here."
The crowd laughed even harder.
"Ahahahah! Look who's finally here! What an entrance!" the announcer cackled, slapping his knee. "But that won't save you! The tournament will begin soon, everyone! Brackets will be announced in ten minutes!"
Jason tilted his head, sighed, and said calmly—"Too bad. I'm not here for a tournament."He raised his sword."I'm here to kill you all."
For a brief moment, there was silence. Then, laughter again. Deafening. Mocking.Until—
Schlick!
The announcer's head rolled across the stage, landing with a wet thud at the emperor's feet.
The laughter stopped.
"Y–YOU BASTARD!" the Emperor roared, flailing his stubby arms. "ATTACK HIM! ALL OF YOU!"
The coliseum erupted into chaos. Fighters from dozens of worlds leapt from the stands, charging toward Jason, Harley, and Diana.
Harley was the first to move—swinging her mallet in a wide arc that crushed two warriors into paste. "Hah! I missed this!" she laughed, blood splattering across her face as she twirled midair and slammed the hammer into another's spine.
Diana met a squad of heavily armed mercs head-on, deflecting plasma bolts with her bracers before her lasso shot out, snaring one and yanking him into the air. She swung him like a weapon, smashing two others before pulling her sword free and decapitating a fourth. The blood hit the sands like red rain.
Jason?He didn't rush. He walked.
Each guard that approached was split apart with surgical precision—clean, instant, effortless. His steps echoed louder than the screams.
He moved toward the VIP balcony, toward Jorven Tal, whose massive form trembled.
"BAK AL! BAK AL! COME OUT, YOU FOOL!" screamed the Emperor.
From the corridor behind the throne, a mountain of a creature appeared—green skin rippling with muscle, tentacles writhing under a helmet of bone. The crowd gasped.
"THIS IS BAK AL! OUR ANSWER TO MONGUL! YOU WILL DIE HERE, HUMAN!" shouted the Emperor triumphantly.
Jason didn't even look at him. He simply kept walking.
Bak Al took a single step forward—then froze.A thin red line glowed across his torso.
The next instant—shhhhkk!—his entire upper body slid off, hitting the ground with a wet smack.
Silence.
Jason stepped past the corpse, his blade dripping crimson.
"BAK AL! BAK AL! KILL HIM! YOU FOOL!" screamed Jorven Tal, panic shaking his voice.
Jason reached him. The Emperor tried to crawl backward, his blubbery mass wriggling helplessly.
Jason stepped onto his stomach, then up to his chest, until his boot pressed firmly against the alien's face.
"So what now?" Jason said quietly. "I'm a coward, huh? Earthlings are weak? You wanted to claim my property? Tell me—what do you take me for?"
"P–Please! A misunderstanding!" sobbed the Emperor. "D–Diplomacy! It was only promotion—no insult intended! We meant nothing, please!"
Jason looked back. Harley was dancing through corpses, laughing and humming to herself, her mallet soaked. Diana had three soldiers impaled on her sword, tossing them aside like refuse. She smiled faintly, battle drunk, remembering the hunts of her youth on Themyscira.
Jason turned back to the Emperor, his grin cold and joyless."You say you did nothing wrong? Well... me too."
He lifted his boot slightly, just enough for the Emperor to look up in horror."All of this... is just your punishment."
Jason pressed down hard.Crunch.
The Emperor's skull burst under his heel.
Jason stepped off, brushing dust from his shoulder as he looked toward a hovering drone nearby—recording everything.
He smiled at it, just before slashing it in half.
"This is what Earth has..." he said."Me."
The camera's feed cut with static, the last image burned into the galaxy's data streams—Jason standing over a mountain of corpses, Diana and Harley behind him, blood painting the sands of Rimbor.
His final words echoed through every receiver tuned to the broadcast:
"Come when you're ready to die... Darkseid."
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Before the final body had even cooled, a crimson-streaked blur shot across the battlefield.
Harley, her hair a mess and her suit torn in a dozen places, launched herself at Jason with the force of a small meteor. He grunted as she impacted, her arms and legs wrapping around him in a vice-like grip.
"DADDY!" she cheered, her voice a gleeful shriek that cut through the post-fight silence. "That was SUPER DUPER FUN! HAHAHA!"
Jason let out a long, weary sigh, the tension slowly bleeding from his own coiled shoulders. For once, he decided not to chastise her chaotic exuberance. A rare, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips.
"Yes," he rumbled, his voice a low contrast to her exuberance. "It was fun."
Emboldened by his compliance, Harley saw an opening and seized it with her typical lack of hesitation. She leaned in, closing the remaining distance to press her lips firmly against his. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a claiming, messy with grime and adrenaline. After a heartbeat of surprise, Jason responded in kind, his own kiss a deliberate, conceding pressure. He was meeting her chaos with controlled acceptance.
When she broke away, sliding down his body to land lightly on her feet, her expression was one of triumphant, giddy shock. She clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels.
"That was the first time you let me in," she breathed, her voice suddenly small, the manic energy replaced with genuine awe.
Jason's gaze was unreadable, but his tone was dry, pragmatic. "Meh. Figured why not." He reached out, a single, blood-stained finger brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "You're cute. And you've been loyal. Obedient. So, what the hell."
From the periphery, a witness observed the entire exchange. Diana, A faint, warm blush colored her cheeks, and the mature, composed demeanor she presented to the world seemed to have melted away, leaving a woman captivated by the raw, unfiltered dynamic before her.
Jason's senses, always attuned to his surroundings, didn't miss her. Releasing Harley, he turned and strode toward Diana. There was no hesitation in his movement. He closed the distance, one hand settling firmly on the curve of her armored waist, pulling her against him. He didn't ask; he simply acted, lowering his head to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
Any protest Diana might have summoned died before it was born. A soft, surprised sound escaped her throat before she yielded completely, her hands coming up to grasp his shoulders. Her response was not one of surprised acceptance, but of unleashed, equal passion. She met his intensity with her own, a centuries-old fire igniting in the space between them. It was a deeper, more consuming kiss than the one he'd shared with Harley
speaking of a different kind of understanding.
As they parted, breathless, Harley bounced over, slotting herself between them and wrapping an arm around each of their waists.
"Hey," she chirped, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We took eight hours to get here, right? So… eight hours back? Alone. All three of us. Alone." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, sultry whisper. "And horny. Shall we have some fun, then?"
Jason looked from Diana's flushed, willing face to Harley's eager one. The concept of resistance seemed like a distant, tedious memory. A low, conceding chuckle escaped him.
"Fuck it. Why not," he stated, the decision final. "It's been a while."
With that, the trio, a tangle of bloodstained armor, chaotic energy, and divine grace, turned as one, their path set not for a debrief, but for the private confines of their ship, where a different, more pleasurable kind of passion awaited.
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