Chapter 18: True Fear
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Jason Anderson stepped into the front lobby of his newly claimed family building, only to be met with chaos.
The marble floor was cracked, scorched, bloodstained.
Bodies lay scattered—some unconscious, others... far too still. Uniformed guards, a few familiar Anderson men, all clearly caught in the hellstorm that had erupted beneath their feet.
And right in the center of the lobby, where a once-grand fountain used to be, now yawned a massive gaping hole. Jagged concrete rimmed the edges, the floor torn apart like paper under a titan's wrath.
Jason stared at the destruction with a cool gaze, then calmly rolled his shoulders.
"Damn....I hope They have Cameras down there too....."
He leapt in.
The drop was longer than expected. He landed with a thud, boots crunching against gravel, dust and ash swirling in the dim glow of flickering lights. He stood in what could only be described as a long-forgotten underground relic—a derelict metro station buried beneath the city's veins. Rusted tracks split the ground, and ancient signage in faded war-time fonts whispered of an era long past.
Jason walked forward, each footstep echoing through the dark.
And then he heard it.
The clash of titans.
Snarling. Grunting. The sharp crack of bone on armor. Explosions of sound as fists slammed into concrete.
He rounded the final corner and found them.
Two figures locked in brutal combat at the center of the station.
One was a beast.
Killer Croc—muscles bulging, fangs dripping, his skin armored like scaled stone. The creature snarled, slamming its fists down with enough force to shake the rust off the steel beams above.
The other?
A man. But not just any man.
The cape. The cowl. The icon.
Batman.
He was fighting with clinical precision, dancing between death and devastation. Smoke pellets burst from his belt, covering the area in a misty veil. A well-aimed Batarang sliced across Croc's eye, causing the monster to roar in fury. Batman slid under the beast's arm, planted a mine on his back, then vaulted over a broken beam just as the explosion staggered the monster.
But Croc wasn't going down.
He slammed his tail into a nearby column, nearly toppling the structure. Batman used his grappling gun to escape the collapse, but even in motion, he looked tired. Slower.
Wounded.
Jason smirked as he leaned against a rusted pole, arms crossed.
"Hello, boys..." His voice echoed through the chamber."Looks like you're having plenty of fun. Too bad... as much as I like watching a Bat wrestle a Crocodile, I think it's time we stop the chaos now, shall we?"
Batman landed silently, cape fluttering as he turned to face him.
"Jason Anderson."
Jason gave him a small nod, clearly enjoying himself.
"The one and only."
From across the tracks, Killer Croc snarled, eyes bloodshot and wild.
"Oh look who's here..." he growled."Fresh meat! I heard you wanna play hero..." The giant cracked his knuckles."I'll play with you, rich boy."
Jason smiled, calm as ever, while the massive beast lunged at him.
Killer Croc came barreling forward with the rage of a monster unchained. But in that exact moment, a strange energy engulfed Jason's arms—a deep, swirling blue aura that shimmered like fire under water. It danced across his hands, cracking the air like static.
"So this is... Cursed Energy," Jason muttered to himself, marveling at the new sensation.
Croc's monstrous fists shot forward—twin hammers meant to crush a man in a single blow. But just as they were about to connect, Jason's hands snapped up.
Boom.
The clash echoed through the underground tunnel, and Croc froze.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
"You—?!"
Jason smirked. "Shocked, are we? Guess I'm not such an easy 'fresh meat' after all."
"YOU ARE DEAD!" roared Croc, saliva spraying as he reeled his head back and lunged forward with jaws wide open, aiming to rip Jason's skull clean off.
But the moment his fangs came close—
"Cleave."
The single word was calm, cold.
A split-second later, half of Croc's mouth was sliced open, blood pouring down from the clean, precise cut that ran through his cheek. The pain made him stagger backward with a howl, clutching his disfigured jaw.
Jason exhaled, studying his hand. 'Shame… Looks like Cleave isn't as strong as it should be. Must be because I'm still lacking in cursed energy...'
His eyes narrowed.
'However... I do have another way to kill this overgrown lizard.'
He walked forward with measured steps, like a hunter nearing the kill.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! YOU FREAK!" Croc bellowed, voice garbled by his damaged jaw.
"Me? Please—have you seen yourself? Perhaps you don't own a mirror," Jason replied with a twisted grin.
He lifted his hand once more.
"Cleave."
This time, the energy curved lower—straight through Croc's legs, right at the Achilles tendon. The monster screamed in agony as he collapsed to the floor, unable to stand.
"AGHHHHHH! WHAT DID YOU DO!!!"
Jason didn't even flinch.
Behind him, Batman finally spoke, his voice strained and heavy.
"ENOUGH!" the Dark Knight shouted, stepping forward. "It's over. You won."
Jason tilted his head.
"Is it?"
And then came another cut.
"Cleave."
Croc's arm went limp, nearly severed. Blood splattered the ground.
"AGHHHHHHHH! STOP! STOP! I GIVE UP! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"
Batman clenched his fists. "Are you not satisfied until you kill all your enemies? You stood up there today, talking about cleansing Gotham—yet here you are. A monster, just like the ones you claim to hate."
His voice cracked with passion. "Is blood all you care about?"
Jason's eyes narrowed.
"Oh? That's a nice speech and all… But how about you try using that tone—try saying those same righteous words—to the families of the men who died up there? To the wife of the office worker who had his head smashed into the floor so hard his skull caved in? You think they want him arrested? You think they'll sleep peacefully knowing this creature is locked away in a cell he'll inevitably escape from?"
Jason stepped forward, his voice rising with fury.
"His wife won't see him again. His son won't ever see his father alive. Because this monster was allowed to roam. And I'm supposed to play nice?! To show mercy?! The nerve of you saying that shit to me."
Batman didn't back down.
"You think I don't know that?! You think I haven't thought of every one of those deaths?! You think I haven't felt rage, grief, guilt?!"
His voice cracked with pain.
"Do you know how many times I've almost broken my one rule? Do you know how close I've come to killing one of them? To ending all of this? But I don't. Because someone has to believe. Someone has to control the rage. For this city. For the people. Because unlike you.....I am from here. And I believe Gotham can still be saved."
Batman pointed at him.
"You… You're starting a war."
Jason's face softened—just a little.
"Heh… You've got a good heart. I admire that, really. You think this city can be fixed… saved."
He tilted his head.
"I think so too."
Jason looked back at the bleeding, crying monster.
"But not this trash. Nah.... Some of them can't be saved. Some of them have to die. As examples."
His voice deepened.
"You wanted to strike fear into the hearts of criminals… but all you did was challenge them. Make them rise higher. Get bolder. True fear?"
He raised his hand—and from thin air, it formed.
An ancient weapon.
Twisted. Cursed. Radiating raw, deadly power.
Kamutoke — The Vajra. One of Sukuna's sacred cursed tools.
Jason pointed it at Croc, lightning gathering in the heavens.
"Fear comes when they know death is real. When they understand their actions can bring their end."
Lightning surged.
Crackled.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO" Screamed Batman
BOOOOOOM.
A pillar of electricity came crashing down, striking Killer Croc's body with godlike force.
The beast screamed.
And screamed.
Until there was no flesh left to scream with.
Only charred bones. Charcoal. Ash.
Jason lowered the Vajra and turned away, his footsteps echoing through the station as he ascended back into the world above.
Behind him, Batman dropped to his knees—breathing hard, bloodied, exhausted.
But more than that...
He was broken.
For the first time in years, Bruce Wayne didn't know what to do.
Should he stand against Jason? Fight this new rising power sanctioned by the government? Risk the League? Risk everything?
Or...
Should he just accept reality?
That maybe this cursed spirit of a man… had already won.
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