Yes.

"Y-you…!" Jason went wide-eyed as the attack had been instantaneous. The horrific woman was struck by it and she shrieked. She shrieked so loud the cave system shook. She shrieked until darkness turned into smoke and left her.

Until a woman fell from the darkness.

Aaron reacted the fastest and caught the woman mid-fall. Immediately, he felt warm flesh. The woman was naked, her impressive breasts and long legs unveiling for the heroes below. While her body was certainly curvy and hour-glass figured, the face grabbed his attention the most.

Because the woman in his arms was Alexis Kaye–the Punchline.

'She was the source of that power? The Dame Merciless but that…doesn't feel right.' Aaron glanced up. The smoky darkness that had leaked from her was completely gone. There wasn't a glimmer of its presence left.

Aaron flew back down to Red Hood. Strangely, none of the heroes were too uncomfortable by the nude Punchline in his arms.

"Thanks for the save," Red Hood said. "I would say we had that handled but we didn't. What did you do to her?"

Aaron didn't answer his question and instead posed his own. "I'd like to know what happened to her. This woman is Alexis Kaye, formerly Punchline. How could she have turned into something so hideous?"

Red Hood exchanged looks with Artemis and Bizaroo, then with John Constantine and Zatanna.

The Gotham vigilante shrugged. "No clue. We were beating her forces so she went underground and that was how we saw her–going batshit crazy. She was talking about how she needed to serve the Joker and how she couldn't let herself become obsolete. It wasn't a normal mental breakdown, it was like…she was evolving."

'So something turned her into this?' Aaron glanced down at her. Alexis Kaye was as peaceful and sexy as any model in the world. 'But who or what? It had to be something far stronger than Zatanna. My dick literally started to shrink and I'm more or less immune to magic. The Fourth Dimension are the gods and magic. The Fifth Dimension is imagination while the Sixth Dimension is the existence–the control room of the Multiverse where truths are never meant to be seen–the impossibilities.'

"So yer the godly bloke responsible for sending these lads," John said, lighting another cigarette. "Thanks for the insight, Mr. Avatar God."

"So you gave–or rather–stole the God Killer sword from the Amazons." Artemis squinted. After sizing him up, she lowered her head. "Thank you. We owe you our lives."

"Mhm, mhm, that weapon was reacting to that thing's whiplash of magic left and right," John said. "Also, can ya help our dear friend Etrigan over there? He's in a bit of a pickle."

Aaron looked past John and saw the writhing demon. Though the enemy was gone, Etrigan was still wallowing in despair. Bizarro was to his side, attempting to touch him, but Etrigan's arms lashed out and kept him away.

Aaron took a breath, reached out a hand, and gave him a drop of Faith.

As though bathed in hot spring water, Etrigan relaxed. Then, his yellow body transformed into a normal human's–into Jason Blood. He was still **** and still breathing heavily. However, there was a sense of calmness to him.

"Oooh. Me am see other Jason live!" Bizarro laughed and let out a big grin.

"You…" Zatanna looked at him in astonishment. "I see. So Jason was correct. You are an avatar of the Presence. A Judge."

"A powerful one at that." A piece of his cigarette fell as John Constantine exhaled a pool of smoke. His blue gaze was strong and true. "Who are you exactly? You're not the Spectre. Unless underneath that mask you have that same wrathful mug."

According to every magical book in Ra's al Ghul's library, there were seven schools of magical thought. Seven classifications of magical users: Magicians, Sorcerers, Magic Bloods, Champions, Guardians, Archmages, and Judges.

Magicians were the most basic classification and was best exemplified by Zatanna herself.

Sorcerers tapped into enchanted artifacts to enhance their abilities. The most obvious example would be Doctor Fate.

Magic Bloods were arguably the rarest and were those who carried the blood of fully magical beings. Due to their unique bloodline, Magic Bloods have the potential to attain and contain magic that normal humans could not. Raven and even John Constantine were Magic Bloods.

Champions were magical beings of celestial origin bound to human souls. Etrigan would be the best and worst example of it.

Guardians were chosen as elementals. Literal guardians of the Earth (or a planet) like Swamp Thing.

Higher beings of magic, the select few that ascended the need for magical items and could instead enchant themselves, were Archmages. The Phantom Stranger was likely one of five examples of an Archmage in history.

Finally, Judges. Aaron fell into the Judge classification. According to a certain history book: "The most powerful magical forces in all of creation are called Judges. They are given their power by the Divine Presence itself. The Spectre, known as the Wrath of God, stands as one of the most powerful judges. Judges are limited by the tasks they are set upon by their master, but should they break free, the danger would be apocalyptic."

Eclipso, The Radiant, The Spectre, The Word, and the Chosen One. All Judges of various degrees of magical ability. Aaron would no doubt be at the top.

Zatanna, John Constantine, and Artemis could sense it. At the mere sight of him, they knew he was a Judge.

The Judge of what, they did not know.

"I am the Chosen One," Aaron said. "However, you can just call me the Concealer."

"Wicked name," John commented. "I suppose that's why we couldn't find you? Because you concealed yourself?"

Aaron actually wanted to laugh. "Indeed. I will be taking this woman with me, if you don't mind. Thank you for your assistance, Red Hood."

"Can I keep the sword?" The young vigilante in the red helmet lifted the golden sword towards him. Aaron didn't think too deeply about it.

"Keep it. Gotham may need it."

Snap!

Aaron was gone, with Punchline in his arms.