Sukuna In Dc

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The television buzzed quietly in the waiting room, an oversized 70-inch screen mounted on the wall. Plush chairs lined the pristine white walls of Gotham's Grand Hall, the kind of place built to look polished enough for cameras but never truly welcoming.

Jason lounged in his seat, legs crossed, arms behind his head. To his right, Livewire sat upside-down on a velvet armchair, twirling a spark between her fingers. Across the room, Katana stood near the window, stoic as ever, her arms crossed. Harley paced in circles while mumbling something about her lipstick shade not matching the "public redemption arc" energy.

Red Hood was leaned against the far wall, arms folded, looking bored as hell.

"...You're watching GNN live," said the familiar voice of Vicki Vale, just as the broadcast shifted.

Jason's gaze flicked toward the screen.

"We interrupt our programming for a live update from Gotham City Hall, where something truly unprecedented is taking place. Moments ago, the Governor of Gotham and several U.S. federal representatives held a joint press conference to officially announce their support for a new citywide initiative... and one name is at the center of it all: Dominic Anderson."

The image cut to footage of Gotham's Governor stepping onto the grand marble steps in front of the packed crowd and dozens of flashing cameras. He stood beside two U.S. Representatives and—front and center—Dominic Anderson, dressed in a sharp black three-piece suit, tie crisp, posture regal.

"For years, the Wayne family has been Gotham's symbol of elite philanthropy and progress," said the Governor, his voice clear and proud. "But times change. Today, we formally acknowledge the Anderson Family as not only equals—but in many ways, superior in their contributions to Gotham's security, economy, and future."

That line made Harley scoff and say, "Ooooh, Brucie's not gonna like that one."

Jason chuckled, eyes still locked on the screen. "Let him stew."

"The Anderson proposal has been reviewed by city and federal agencies," continued the Governor. "And we're proud to announce its approval. Starting today, Gotham will be protected not only by its police and vigilantes... but by the officially sanctioned superhero division known as…"

"The Cursed Ones."

The name echoed through the speakers like a thunderclap.

Even in the waiting room, the air shifted. Jason felt it. Everyone did.

Katana didn't flinch, but her gaze sharpened. Livewire stopped sparking for a moment. Even Red Hood raised an eyebrow. Harley whispered, "Damn, that name's got bite."

Back on screen, Dominic took the podium.

"Today," Dominic said, voice powerful, resonating through the hall and across every screen in Gotham, "marks a turning point in Gotham's story. A city long haunted by chaos will now have guardians who know how to fight darkness with darkness."

He paused, gaze firm, before leaning slightly forward over the podium.

"They will be our newest hope. For too long, this city has relied on a lone crusader—a vigilante who has yet to deliver true results. Criminals still walk freely among us. And when they are caught, where are they sent? Arkham Asylum. A revolving door for monsters, not justice."

The camera panned to the crowd—nervous looks, solemn nods. Dominic continued, unwavering.

"And worse… many of these lowlifes have manipulated the system itself—escaping judgment by accusing their captor of brutality. A 'vigilante defense,' they call it. One man, in a suit and a cape, cannot save a city. He has become an obstacle, not a solution."

Gasps. Reporters whispering. Dominic smiled faintly—he wanted them to react.

"Unlike him, The Cursed Ones will work in tandem with the government. Any arrests they make… any villains they defeat… it will all be lawful. Official. Recognized by the justice system, not hidden in shadows."

The screen cut to the giant banner behind him—THE CURSED ONES in bold silver text.

"Now," Dominic declared, voice rising like thunder, "Let me introduce to you all... the face of this new era. The leader of The Cursed Ones. My own son... Jason Lucas Anderson."

...

The cameras flashed like wild lightning.

From the grand stage built in the heart of Gotham's central plaza, Jason Lucas Anderson walked out with deliberate grace, clad in a high-tailored black suit stitched in dark gold trim, the Anderson family crest embedded into the left cufflink.

Behind him walked five figures, each a presence unto themselves.

To his right, Red Hood—the signature red helmet gleamed beneath the sun, his jacket swaying slightly with every step. Katana followed, calm and precise, masked and stoic. Livewire trailed behind, radiant in her blue suit, electric energy crackling faintly off her skin. And finally, Harley Quinn—lipstick red, eye shadow blue, hair tied in twin tails of candy pink and sky blue, her outfit flashy, flirty, and undoubtedly dangerous.

As they reached the center stage, Jason shook hands with the Governor, several U.S. Representatives, and finally—his own father, Dominic Anderson. Their handshake lingered, eyes locking with a shared conviction.

Then Jason stepped forward to the podium.

He waited a moment, allowing the chatter to settle. The crowd stilled. The world watched.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"

His voice rang deep and steady.

"My name is Jason Lucas Anderson. Some of you may know me as a playboy, a party animal. A man with no care for family, for business, for heroism. That was the image I let the world believe. The role I played."

A faint murmur rippled through the audience.

"But that role is no longer needed. The truth? I am a man gifted with extraordinary power. Power I now choose to use… not for vanity, not for chaos… but to clean Gotham from the scum that poisons it."

He turned slightly, gesturing to the figures behind him.

"Behind me are people you've heard of. Villains, some say. Criminals, others whisper. But that was the past. What stands here today is not a gathering of criminals… but a new hope."

He stepped aside, pointing left.

"To the far left, Harleen Quinzel—Harley Quinn. Once known as Joker's associate. A chaotic menace, they said. But here's what they forget: she's served the government twice, saved the world as part of Task Force X, the Suicide Squad. She's earned her freedom. And now… she joins us as a hero."

Harley blew a kiss to the cameras.

"Next to her, Leslie Willis—Livewire. Metropolis painted her as a villain, but the truth is more tragic. Once a podcaster who dared speak truth about Superman, she became something else after an accident. She couldn't control her powers… but instead of helping her, they called her dangerous. Today, she takes her story back—and becomes what the world denied her: a real hero."

Livewire gave a mock salute.

"Next is Katana. Her name—Tatsu Yamashiro. A widow. A mother who lost everything to villainy. And now, a woman of vengeance. Not for rage, but for justice. She hunts evil, not because she enjoys it—but because someone has to."

Katana gave a respectful nod to the crowd.

Jason paused. His tone darkened.

"And finally… Red Hood. But not just Red Hood. Jason Todd."

Red Hood removed his helmet slowly, revealing the scarred, hardened face underneath.

Gasps erupted across the stage. Whispers turned to stunned silence.

"The second Robin. Kidnapped and tortured by Joker. And when he returned, when he crawled back from the grave… what did Batman do?" Jason's gaze swept the crowd. "He threw Joker back in Arkham… again. Ignored the damage. Ignored the boy who bled for him. Red Hood fights not for recognition—but because he knows what it means to suffer and survive. And now, he fights for Gotham—not in Batman's shadow, but in his own light."

The screens behind Jason lit up.

Two faces.

Roman Sionis—Black Mask. Harvey Dent—Two Face.

"You want proof? You want results?" Jason pointed upward. "These two ruled Gotham's underworld. Not anymore. We've ended their reign. Their people were arrested. Their power stripped. And they?"

The image shifted—Red Hood standing over Two Face's corpse. Black Mask's bloodied mask on the ground.

"They were sentenced to death years ago. The only reason they're still around was our system's failure to catch them long enough to carry it out. We fixed that."

Reporters shouted questions. Jason raised a hand to silence them.

"Some will say it's extreme. But what's more extreme? Letting monsters run wild? Letting them hurt your children? Letting them escape again and again? No. We act. We clean. We remove the cancer before it spreads."

Jason leaned forward.

"The Cursed Ones aren't here to replace the Justice League. We're not caped gods from another world. We're real people. And starting today—approved by this government—we will operate as a legal hero force. Heroes with authority. Justice with finality."

He extended a hand behind him.

"This is our city now. Gotham belongs to its people… not to the freaks that haunt its nights. And I promise you…"

Jason's eyes blazed with quiet fire.

"The cleaning has only begun."

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