Zan was slammed to the ground with another scream. The Arkham Knight had inherited his father's interrogation style perfectly. With four crisp cracks, all four limbs of the youth in purple tights were broken.
Dick sucked in a breath, though he was not particularly surprised. After all, no Jason from any universe was a nice guy. Moonlight Schiller showed no reaction, while Strange frowned slightly, seeming to find it a pity.
As he loaded bullets into his gun, the Arkham Knight said, "I ask, you answer. Hesitate for one second, and you get another bullet."
"Give it up, I won't—"
Bang!
"Ah!!!"
Zan lay on the ground, twitching weakly. Constantine limped in, grimacing at the sight.
"Who sent you?" the Arkham Knight asked.
Zan only screamed and gave no answer. Another shot followed, and by then the youth was clearly beginning to lose his mind. The horrifying agony had completely consumed his thoughts.
"It... it was..."
The moment Zan formed the words, scarlet flames surged from his chest, reducing him to charcoal almost instantly.
"Don't waste your effort," Constantine said. "Those who have been turned cannot defy their father. Any intention to reveal secrets concerning their kin triggers a lethal curse."
Zan was still screaming, so he was obviously not dead yet, though that might not remain true if the burning continued. Schiller looked at Dick, who shook his head. "I merely possess magical power. I don't know how to cast spells, and I have no idea how to lift curses."
Schiller looked at Doctor Strange. Doctor Strange was already circling Zan. Just as he was about to say something, Constantine spoke first. "I have a way to remove this curse, but you'd better not question him any further..."
"No, wait." Doctor Strange suddenly cut him off. "I can sense