Weakening?

Aaron's powers were weakening. He didn't know how or why, but they were. And he couldn't point to anything except whatever was happening with the Joker and his gang. His Inner Harem was working full-time on finding out what was going on. The League of Assassins and Shadows were sneaking about and spying.

So far, there was nothing.

Currently, he was at Vicki's place. He had two kids with her, a pair of orange-haired kids named Adam and Violet. This was the first time he had ever gone to Vicki's place without the intention to sleep with her (besides her breaking water and giving birth). Since the Collective **** wasn't giving him answers, he needed to use the resources at his disposal.

Vicki Vale, even though she had semi-retired as a journalist, had connections and information that his Inner Harem might have possibly missed.

"Joker's gang, eh? To be honest, I've got nothing," Vicki admitted. "Besides the fact that I've been busy with the kids, no one from the journalist sphere has heard anything. But I do know this much: ever since the Joker disappeared, Punchline has taken over the clown business and she does things a lot differently."

'Punchline…the chick that went on trial a while back.'

Punchline–the trial of Alexis Kaye. The terms were synonymous with one another. Alexis Kaye incited near riot levels of protest across Gotham due to her trial and affiliation with the Joker. It was insane to see people symphasize with a serial murderer and Aaron at the time took that as a lesson to keep away from all things related to people because people–especially in Gotham–were a huge disappointment.

Well, not anymore.

His brain tingled. He sensed an evil power – despair rooted from underneath Gotham City.

It was time to investigate and use his nigh-omniscience.

'A mix of magic and the divine and…something else?' He couldn't quite place his finger on it. The God Killer sword, the weapon he gave to Jason, was also near the storm of despair. He could lightly sense several other minds too.

"Tel ym setammaet tsiser siht taerg riapsed!"

Zatanna? That was her voice. What was he hearing? A vision? A prophecy?

No…these were current events. The battle underneath Gotham.

"Red Hood–"

"Artemis!"

Two divine weapons activated as one. The God Killer sword he bestowed Jason and…the Bow of Ra. He could feel the wrath of the gods underneath him. No doubt the combined might of the sword and arrow was capable of wiping the universe.

Yet the universe lived. Yet something tanked it. Something powerful. Something dark.

"That son of a bitch ain't dying!" John Constantine. That was his voice.

If John Constantine was concerned, then Aaron had to get up.

"You're leaving," Vicki asked.

"Yeah." Aaron glanced at the table and the arrangement of food. "Thanks for the snacks."

"No problem. You're welcome anytime, Mr. Reigner."

He bid farewell to his kids and flicked on his mask. Exiting the apartment, he snapped his fingers and teleported.