"Kara, you're more suited for this," Jason said, voice calm but carrying the weight of a mentor who'd already walked through hell. "Cursed Energy flows through the entire world—through every city, every battlefield, every corpse left behind. But harnessing it… that requires more training than either of you think."
He turned his gaze to Zatanna measured, honest.
"For you, this might actually be more difficult. You've already mastered magic. And while the two systems look similar from the outside, the differences between them are massive. Magic harnesses positive energy—life force, willpower, order. Everything that keeps the world running and alive."
Jason raised a finger, letting a faint shimmer of cursed energy crackle across it—darker, heavier, almost suffocating.
"Cursed Energy is the opposite. You're harnessing the bad energy of the world. The emotional residue released when evil spreads. Fear, hatred, despair—the collective suffering of humanity. Curses feed on that. And sorcerers weaponize it."
Zatanna crossed her arms. "If Raven was able to learn it, why shouldn't I?"
Jason shook his head firmly.
"The difference is that Raven's entire existence is connected to curses. Her magic isn't purely human or learned—it's demonic, born from Trigon's influence. Her power already overlaps with negative emotions and corrupted energy. You don't have that. Your magic is structured. Deliberate. Learned. Even inherited. It's built on rules."
Zatanna frowned, but she listened.
Jason continued, "And honestly… learning to harness Cursed Energy isn't even necessary for you. What you need is the ability to create a Domain."
Kara blinked. "And… what about me?"
Jason pointed at her. "You don't have any connection to the magical world. No mystical bloodline. No sorcerer training. So learning curses is necessary for you. Your Kryptonian physiology already makes your emotions powerful—if you can learn to shape and weaponize them the way sorcerers do? You'd be terrifying."
Then he turned back to Zatanna.
"But you, Zatanna Zatara… you only need to do something insane."
Her eyebrow rose. "Insane how?"
"Create a Domain using nothing but your own magic," Jason said, dead serious. "No cursed technique. No negative energy. Just pure sorcery reshaped into something never done before. A magical domain instead of a cursed one."
The air around them grew heavier as the implication sank in.
Jason clapped his hands once.
"Anyway… let's start."
....
"Aghh!"
Kara's cry echoed through the training arena as Jason's swift kick caught her jaw, sending her stumbling to one knee. Seizing the opening, Zatanna materialized behind him, lips parting to weave a spell. But the incantation died in her throat as Jason vanished from her sight, reappearing at her flank in a blur of motion. His foot drove into her side with punishing force, crumpling her with a sharp gasp.
"This isn't working…" Jason's voice was calm, analytical, as he paced slowly toward the two winded women. "Your emotions aren't flaring up as they should. The desperation, the rage… it's all too controlled."
He stopped, a cold, calculating glint entering his eyes. "You know what? Let's try a more direct approach. Why don't I just bring the anger out of you?"
He moved. A vicious kick to Zatanna's midsection doubled her over before he spun to evade Kara's furious, telegraphed punch. The dodge gave him the angle he needed. His hand shot out, palm flattening against Kara's abdomen.
"Cleave."
There was no spray of blood, no rending of flesh. Instead, the technique executed a surgical, devastating precision. Kara's uniform the durable, form-fitting fabric exploded outwards in a burst of disintegrating threads, leaving her standing in shocked, utter nudity. A heartbeat of stunned silence hung in the air before she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, her body quivering with a mixture of fury and humiliation.
"W-What are you—?!" she stammered.
Jason's response was another kick to her side, sending her rolling across the hard floor, every vulnerable curve exposed.
"Jason, what are you doing? This is harassment! This is insa—!" Zatanna's protest was cut short as he closed the distance. His palm slapped against her stomach.
"Cleave."
Her clothing met the same fate, vanishing in a puff of disintegrated material. She landed on her back, completely bare, her face a mask of outrage and disbelief.
"Enemies on the battlefield are merciless and relentless," Jason stated, his tone devoid of any lechery, making the violation feel even colder. "To them, your nude bodies are worthless. Attacks will come regardless of whether you're clothed or not."
A sonic boom of pure rage answered him. "YOU BASTARD!"
Kara shot toward him, a nude blur of fury, her fist aimed to shatter his skull. He sidestepped with insulting ease, his knee rising to meet her abdomen with a sickening thud, launching her upward to crater the ceiling. As she fell back, he caught her by the throat, holding her aloft.
"Anger…" he mused, his gaze clinical. "Now that's an emotion I wanted to see. Nothing brings out anger more than shame." His eyes deliberately trailed down her form, lingering on her perky, exposed small breasts. "But what do you feel shame from? Me seeing you? There's nothing to be ashamed of from my perspective. You're quite a healthy, sexy woman."
To prove his point or to stoke the flames higher he extended his free hand and casually grasped her left breast.
The reaction was instantaneous and volcanic. A guttural scream tore from Kara's throat as her foot rocketed up, catching him squarely in the face. He staggered back, releasing her. She flew at him like a vengeful comet. Again, he sidestepped, and as she passed, his hand came down in a sharp, loud crack against her bare ass, the sound echoing through the arena.
"You molesting bastard!" Zatanna screamed from the ground, raising a trembling hand. "Sepor dniB!"
Tattered remnants of her own destroyed clothes leaped up, weaving into thick ropes that coiled around Jason, pinning his arms. Seizing the chance, Zatanna aimed. "Erif nrub!"
A torrent of fire roared from her palm. But the bindings were too weak, and Jason's strength was too great. He shattered the robes an instant before the blast reached him, not to defend himself, but to step aside. The fireball slammed instead into the onrushing Kara, engulfing her
In the moment of distraction, Jason was behind Zatanna again. His arms snaked around her, his hands locking over her breasts from behind, pulling her flush against him in an inescapable hold. She threw her head back, trying to smash his jaw, but it was like striking steel.
She went limp, all fight draining into cold, seething contempt. "You're a bastard," she whispered, the words dripping with venom.
Jason released her immediately. "Wear your clothes and wait on the side. You're out of the fight," he stated, his earlier taunting tone gone, replaced by pure assessment. "This method won't work on you."
He turned his attention back to Kara, who erupted from the dissipating flames with a primal scream. "AGHHHHH!"
Their clash resumed—a brutal, intimate dance. He blocked her haymaker and delivered a counter to her ribs. She kicked; he parried. When she tried to grapple him and take to the air, he slapped her hands away, then, with deliberate, clinical provocation, reached out and pinched both of her nipples. They hardened instantly under his touch.
She recoiled as if electrocuted, embarrassment and rage warping her features. "FUCK YOU! STOP DOING THAT! AGHHHH!"
Her hands flew up, glowing with a strange, rippling purple-black energy she had never conjured before. She threw a wild punch, and only mid-swing did she see the volatile, dark flame wreathing her fist.
"WHAT?! What have you done to me? My hand! My hand is on fire!" she panicked, trying to shake the eerie energy loose.
"It's not on fire," Jason corrected, a smirk finally touching his lips. "That's Cursed Energy."
The realization hit her, followed immediately by another wave of acute awareness—she was still standing naked before him, her body on full display. She hastily tried to cover herself again. "How did I do that? I felt nothing!"
"While touching your breasts, slapping your ass, and pinching your nipples was… engaging," Jason said, his tone shifting back to that of an instructor reviewing data, "I didn't do it for nothing. Each touch was meant to embarrass and anger you, while also leaving a trace injection of Cursed Energy within you. Add your potent embarrassment and fury as a catalyst… and you managed to tap into it and manifest it."
"That was Cursed Energy…?" she breathed, before her eyes narrowed. "Wait! That doesn't excuse what just happened! You're a fucking pervert!"
"Sure thing," Jason shrugged, unconcerned. "Well, now you know the feeling and the emotional formula required. All you have to do is find that energy again through meditation and learn to harness it consciously. Consider this lesson complete. You passed."
A triumphant smile broke through Kara's anger. "YES!!" she cheered, throwing a fist in the air—only to remember her state and snap her arms back down with a squeak, darting toward the locker room at super-speed.
Jason walked over to where Zatanna had managed to fashion a makeshift covering from residual fabric. He knelt beside her.
She spoke first, her voice cool. "So it was to anger us. To test our limits and force a breakthrough. What an unconventionally brutal way of doing things. You're still a bastard, though."
Jason offered a faint, unrepentant smile. "What can I say? Training efficacy takes priority over comfort. Anyways, talk to Harley and Raven about how to create a domain, and start work on that"
She studied him, a new suspicion dawning. "Wait. You said I can't control Cursed Energy this way. Why did you… touch me, then?"
He stood up, turning to leave. Over his shoulder, he delivered the answer with blunt, teasing honesty. "Because you're sexy."
He exited the arena, the door hissing shut behind him. Left alone, Zatanna felt a sudden, traitorous heat flood her cheeks, turning them a brilliant, furious pink. She hugged her covered torso, scowling at the empty doorway.
"Pervert!"
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