Sukuna In Dc

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The sleek black car rolled through Gotham's rain-drenched streets. Inside, Jason sat relaxed in the back seat, eyes half-lidded, fingers lightly drumming on the window.

Nia, sitting beside him, looked up from her device. "Out of your ten targets, we've located six."

Jason's eyes sparked with excitement. He leaned forward slightly. "Only six? That's good enough. Show me the first one."

She swiped across her screen and turned it toward him. Jason studied it in silence, then gave a firm nod.

"Perfect," he muttered, grinning.

He leaned forward toward the driver. "Change of course. Head to the first target's location. Let's pay them a visit."

The engine growled as the car shifted direction, speeding toward Jason's next hunt.

...

Jason stepped over the creaky stairwell of a rundown apartment complex—walls stained yellow with time, the stench of old smoke and damp wood clinging to the air. He stood in front of a door that had clearly seen better decades and knocked.

Silence.

He knocked again.

Still nothing.

Then, finally, the door creaked open. The heavy smell of alcohol and cheap beer wafted out before a scruffy man with dead eyes glared at him.

"Fuck you want?"

Jason gave a half-smile. "Name's Jason Anderson. Got an offer for you."

"Not interested." Bang. Door slammed.

Jason chuckled quietly to himself. Then knocked again.

The door swung open more violently this time. "I said I'm not—"

"Jason Todd," Jason cut in smoothly. "Ex-Wonder Boy. Robin turned Red Hood. Got an offer for you."

Todd froze, eyes narrowing. The barrel of a gun lifted toward Jason's face. "How the fuck do you know that?"

"I know a lot of things. About you. About Bruce. Dick. Barbara. The others, too. And don't worry—I'm not some wannabe villain. Also, that gun? Kinda useless on me."

Todd stared for a second longer… and pulled the trigger.

BANG.

Jason's body jerked slightly from the hit—but he didn't fall. He looked at the hole in his shoulder, flexed the muscle, and met Todd's eyes again.

"You done?"

Todd raised both hands in surrender, smirking. "Just had to check if you were legit."

Jason rolled his eyes. "So? Happy?"

Todd nodded. "So what's this offer?"

Jason stepped inside, brushing past the gun. "I'm forming a team. Publicly, a hero group. Clean. Legal. Polished. Gotham's new golden squad—under the Anderson name."

Todd dropped onto the torn couch, reaching for his half-empty beer. "And the twist?"

Jason smirked. "We take out the trash. Permanently. Heard about Black Mask?"

Todd stared. "That was you?"

"Yup. And there'll be more. We replace them. Not with monsters, but with people who get shit done. My family's into power—not fear gas, not turning Gotham into a jungle. Real control. Real order."

Todd narrowed his eyes. "And why me?"

"I need people who know when someone's beyond saving. I don't want a bright-eyed hopeful who cries every time a villain 'might have a good heart.' If a guy tortures kids for fun, he dies. Simple."

Todd scoffed. "I don't exactly work well with authority."

Jason leaned against the wall with a smirk. "You worked under Batman. Take it from me—my orders are gonna be a hell of a lot easier than his lectures."

Todd stared at the ceiling for a moment, eyes half-lidded. Then he closed them completely and muttered, "I'm in."

Jason smiled. "Good decision. Welcome to the Cursed Ones."

Todd cracked one eye open. "Cursed Ones? Seriously? Can I retract my application?"

"Nope. Too late. Contract's coming later. Adios."

He stepped out, leaving Todd with his beer, his couch, and a very different future.

....

Jason leaned casually against the alley wall across from a worn-down apartment complex, his hands in his coat pockets, expression unreadable. The streetlights flickered above as a woman in a hoodie and torn jeans walked by, muttering under her breath—then paused.

"Leslie Willis," Jason called out.

She turned, eyes narrowing. "Huh? Fuck are you?"

"Name's Jason Anderson. I'm recruiting a few talented people," he said coolly. "That includes you, Livewire."

Leslie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Fuck off. I'm outta that life, okay? Just trying to live normal now."

"Oh yeah?" Jason tilted his head toward the crumbling apartment building. "How's that going for you?"

Leslie followed his gaze, then frowned. "Well fuck you, okay? I'm trying to live legit."

"I don't doubt it," Jason said. "But you've got talent that outclasses legit."

She took a step closer, irritated. "Look… I already did five years, alright? Got out on parole 'cause Supergirl vouched for me. I'm not throwing that away because some rich kid wants me to do dumb shit."

Jason smiled faintly. "Really? I would've believed you'd want to make Supergirl proud… by becoming a hero yourself."

Leslie blinked. "A hero? Me?"

"Yes." Jason stood up fully now, brushing dust off his jacket. "This 'rich kid' wants to build a team. A real one. Heroes—formed from redeemed villains and fallen icons. A team that stands out."

She looked him over again, more curious now than defensive. "You saying I can really be a hero? Legit?"

"Legit. Government approved. Fully clean." Jason stepped closer, lowering his voice. "You get paid."

Leslie's brows rose. "How much?"

Jason shrugged. "Six figures a month."

She stared, mouth half open. "Six figu— A HUNDRED grand a month?!"

He nodded slowly.

"Fuck yeah, I'm in."

Jason grinned. "Welcome to the Cursed Ones."

...

"Look, I'm not going to do this, okay? Sorry," Cheshire muttered, her tone firm but calm. "I want to be a hero, but it's not for me… I've got a kid now. I have to think about them. Good luck with your team."

Jason didn't push her. He just gave a nod and watched her disappear down the alley, her silhouette vanishing into the early evening shadows.

A few moments later, Jason slid back into the back seat of the black sedan. Nia, tablet in hand, glanced at him from the passenger seat.

"Another refusal?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Jason leaned back with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Yup. That makes two in a row."

Nia frowned. "We were on a roll. Now we've hit two rejections back-to-back?"

"Seems like it."

She tapped on her tablet, bringing up the recruitment log. "Let's see... we've got Red Hood, Livewire, and Katana confirmed. Calculator refused—still wants to be a greasy little villain for hire. And now Cheshire's off the board, wants to live the mom life away from bullets and capes."

"Three out of five," Jason muttered. "Could be worse."

"We still got one last one on today's list," Nia reminded him.

Jason raised a brow. "Yeah? Who?"

Nia paused.

Jason stared at her. "Why are you hesitating?"

Nia sighed, turning in her seat. "Because this one… could be a bit of a problem."

Jason looked intrigued now. "Problem how?"

She turned the tablet to face him. On-screen was a series of images—chaotic grins, explosions, wanted posters, and... cotton candy-colored hair.

"It's Harley Quinn."

Jason blinked.

Then he smirked. "Well… shit."

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