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Jason arrived first.
Kara would later insist he cheated, loudly and repeatedly, on the grounds that slicing through the castle walls technically counted as bypassing the rules of a race, while she had the decency to fly over them like a normal person. Jason, naturally, did not care.
The stone walls of Bialya Castle split apart as if reality itself had been offended. Dust and debris rained down when Jason stepped through the opening, boots hitting marble with a calm finality. Kara landed seconds later in a red-blue blur, Zatanna touching down last, cloak settling as her eyes swept the room.
Queen Bee froze on her throne.
For a fraction of a second, her court instinctively moved, soldiers tightening their grips on weapons, power flaring.
"DON'T!" Queen Bee screamed.
The shout cracked through the hall, sharp with terror. "These are my guests!"
Her guards stopped instantly.
She rose from her throne, posture stiff, fear thinly veiled beneath forced composure. "Jason… please. Welcome."
Her eyes flicked to the throne, then back to him. She swallowed.
"Please," she said quickly, gesturing to the seat. "Sit there. You are far more worthy of it than I am."
She spun toward the soldiers. "LEAVE US. NOW."
The hall emptied with disciplined haste.
Jason studied her for a long moment, then shrugged, deciding to humor her. He walked forward and sat on the throne as if it had always belonged to him, crossing one leg over the other with infuriating ease.
Kara and Zatanna followed his lead, each claiming an armrest, their presence flanking him like judgment made flesh.
Queen Bee forced a smile. "To what do I owe this visit, my dear Jason?"
Jason rested an elbow against the arm of the throne, expression unreadable."Well," he said casually, "I thought I'd check in on my favorite tyrant in the region. How have you been?"
She stiffened immediately. Words spilled out of her, fast and desperate.
"I swear, progress has been exceptional! I've ended regional conflicts, expanded civil rights, stabilized the economy, lifted the ban on heroes in Bialya, and advocated for Pantheon to become a worldwide organization. Everything I've done… it's been to please you, my lord." Her voice trembled. "Have I not done enough? Just tell me what you want next and I'll do it!"
She dropped to her knees.
Jason watched without reaction.
"Hm," he murmured. "You've been doing well. But something still feels… missing."
He tilted his head slightly. "What do you think, girls?"
Kara scratched her cheek, genuinely confused. "Uh… I'm not sure? If she's done all that, what's left?"
Zatanna smirked. "Maybe she hasn't been serving properly. You know. Worship Him? Why don't you kiss his feet."
Jason shot her a look.
Then he felt something warm.
He glanced down.
Queen Bee had lunged forward, pressing her lips to his boot, hands clutching at his feet as if they were sacred relics. "Whatever pleases you, my lord," she whispered fervently. "I will fulfill it."
Kara's eyes widened. Zatanna's smirk vanished.
Jason stared for a heartbeat, then frowned.
"Looks like pride isn't part of the job description," Kara muttered. "Anything for survival, huh?"
Queen Bee lifted her head, eyes shining with something far more unsettling than fear."Survival? No."
She straightened, voice gaining an almost religious intensity."I am Queen Bee of the Korllans. I have searched history for a worthy mate, one to rule, one to serve. You, Jason… are perfect."
Jason's expression darkened.
"I will give you anything," she continued breathlessly. "Even my life. If you impregnate me....We leave an offspring...My life is YOURS!."
That was enough.
Jason kicked her away without ceremony. She hit the floor hard, sliding back across the marble.
"Enough," he said coldly. "No more games."
He leaned forward, eyes burning."You know exactly why I'm here. Start talking."
She scrambled upright, panic returning in full force."I swear, my lord, I don't know! Please, tell me!"
Kara stepped forward, voice sharp."Drop the act. We know about your communications with Savage. The army. The collection. All of it."
Queen Bee's composure shattered.
"No! No!" she cried. "I refused him! I swear! He gave me information, but I refused to help!"
Jason's smile was thin, almost polite.
"We know you refused," he said calmly.
Relief flooded Queen Bee's face, her shoulders sagging for half a heartbeat.
Then he continued.
"But you still didn't tell me. Now explain this to me. How does someone who claims she wants to be my loyal slave fail to mention something like that?"
The relief shattered instantly.
Queen Bee froze, lips parting, eyes trembling. "I… I was afraid," she whispered. "Afraid you'd kill me if I brought him up."
Jason rose from the throne.
"Well," he said evenly, "now I'm going to kill you for not bringing it up."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Queen Bee remained silent for a moment, then bowed her head, voice barely audible. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'll tell you everything."
Jason exhaled slowly, as if restraining something far uglier beneath the surface."Then talk. What army was he referring to? And who is this 'friend'?"
Her eyes widened slightly. She realized, too late, that Jason already knew far more than she wanted.
"He contacted me to prepare a landing zone," she said quickly. "I refused. But I asked… out of fear. He called them the Manhunters. Said they were ancient. Machines. Hunters designed to police entire civilizations."
Kara stiffened. Zatanna's expression hardened.
"And this friend?" Jason asked.
"Despero," Queen Bee said, swallowing. "A conqueror. A telepath. Savage said Despero located the Manhunters and planned to unleash them on Earth."
Jason nodded once, as if filing the information away into something vast and patient.
"Manhunters… Despero…" he murmured. "That is special."
He looked back at her."Elaborate."
She shook her head desperately. "I didn't ask more. I wanted no part of it. But if you allow me, I can contact him again. I'll get you everything."
Jason's gaze sharpened.
"No," he said flatly. "If you contact him now, he'll know you've turned."
He stepped closer.
"Which arm did I cut last time?"
Queen Bee shivered. "My… my right arm, my lord."
Jason moved.
There was no warning.
A flash of cursed precision, invisible yet absolute.
Her left arm hit the marble floor with a wet, hollow sound.
Queen Bee screamed, collapsing as blood spread beneath her, clutching the empty space where her arm had been moments before.
Jason didn't even look down at her.
"Next time," he said coldly, turning away, "if you want to be a loyal slave, you contact me the moment you hear my enemies breathe."
He paused at the threshold.
"Because the next time I come here… I take your head."
With that, he walked out.
The ruined castle stood silent as Jason returned to the ship, Kara and Zatanna following him wordlessly. The engines ignited, lifting them into the sky, leaving Bialya behind with its queen broken, bleeding, and very much alive… for now.
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The cabin hummed with bass-heavy music as Kara danced her way to Zatanna
"Wow… kiss his feet? Really, Zatanna?" Kara slurred, leaning far too comfortably against her, hiccuping mid-sentence. "You're kinda sadistic, you know that?"
Zatanna pinched the bridge of her nose. "First of all, your breath could peel paint. Second, I absolutely did not expect her to actually do it."
Kara cackled, spinning away with the vodka bottle raised like a trophy, boots sliding across the deck as she danced to the beat."WOOO! Bialya trip success!"
Jason watched the chaos with tired amusement, arms crossed. "I can't believe this is what you turn into when you drink."
"She designed the ship for it," Zatanna muttered. "Red sun mode. So she can get drunk on purpose. That should've been our first warning."
As if summoned by insult, Kara stumbled toward Jason's seat and grabbed his arm. "Dance with meeee."
"I don't feel like it," he replied flatly.
She gasped in mock offense, then promptly collapsed into his lap, looping her arms around his shoulders. "Why not? Do I not turn you on, my lord Jason?" she teased, dragging the words, eyes glittering with alcohol-fueled mischief.
Jason sighed. "Get off."
"Do you want me to kiss your feet?" Kara laughed, stretching her legs out to shove her boots playfully toward Zatanna's face. "Like Queen Bee?"
"Eww!" Zatanna snapped. "Stop it. You're unbearable when you're drunk."
"Boo," Kara pouted, then turned back to Jason, palms pressing lightly against his chest. "You're more fun. You've got a whole harem."
Jason raised an eyebrow. "And this is going… where, exactly?"
"I'm just saying," Kara said, wagging a finger, words wobbling. "Me and Zatanna are single. Cute. Powerful. Now we're on missions with you. Kinda like how Harley and Diana started, right?" She grinned. "So what's the trick? How are you planning to get into our panties, huh?"
Zatanna stared at her. "You are embarrassing."
"Okay...That's it" Jason didn't even blink. He reached up and shut off the red sun field.
Kara blinked. "Hey!"
"Won't help immediately," Zatanna said dryly. "It's already in her system. Ten minutes, give or take."
Kara laughed triumphantly. "Ten minutes! Clock's ticking, boss!" She leaned in, aiming for his neck.
Jason stood up smoothly, catching her shoulders and setting her aside before moving to another seat. "You're an idiot."
"YOU'RE ALL BORING!" Kara shouted, flopping dramatically onto the couch.
The music kept playing. The ship sailed on through the dark.
Jason glanced at Zatanna, then at Kara sprawled across the cushions. "Next mission," he said, "we're confiscating the alcohol."
Zatanna nodded. "Yes Sir."
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