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@hellscouser
It wasnât easy to sneak up on a sorcerer, but Bruce enjoyed the challenge.Â
He landed in London early that morning, having received Johnâs note exactly thirty-two hours prior. It appeared in the steam on his bathroom mirror after what had previously been a very relaxing shower. The message was vaguely ominous and to the point, intriguing enough that Bruce deigned to follow up, even as it brought him so far outside of Gotham. He worried about the kids â he was always worrying about the kids, considering the state of the world these days â but the Manor was a fortress, and Alfred was more than capable of looking after them for a couple of days.Â
After his arrival it had only been a matter of following the trail of booze and bad decisions perpetually left in John Constantineâs wake. His sleuthing, if such a rudimentary investigation could even be deemed as such, led him to a divey pub in Finsbury Park. He scoped out a place in the alleyway near the dumpsters, blending smoothly into shadows thrown against a cobblestone wall. Even London was a little quieter at two in the morning.
Eventually, a familiar pair of shoulders in an equally familiar trench coat stumbled through the back exit. Bruce stepped into the baleful yellow light, and crushed the end of a lit cigarette between the leather fingers of his gauntlet.
âConstantine,â he said, voice rough as gravel. âYou wrote.â
downing the remainder of his pint, constantine grabbed his trenchcoat off the hook, frantically searching for his pack of silk cuts in the shallow pockets, he hobbled out into the alleyway just as he managed to grab one from the packet, lighting the tip with his zippo. he took a deep inhale, only for it to be stubbed out by the figure lurking in the shadows. his eyes widened, in this intoxicated state, it took a moment for the scouser to register who exactly it was and once he did, a snicker cracked through his smirk. "nasty habit, that is." he cocked a brow, discarding the squished cigarette and reached for another. "youâre sounding a bit like you had one too many, bats." he flicked his lighter open, scorching the end of his new cigarette and he took a puff in the man's masked face. "aye, i did, didn't i? and here you are, at my beck and call."Â john grinned broadly, giving the caped crusader's shoulder a nudge, before turning to depart the alleyway.Â
 "didn't fancy dressing down, eh? londoners aren't so used to seeing a big ol' bat roaming the streets." john teased, pursing his lips as he began to whistle abysmally down the cobbled streets. after a few minutes, he turned abruptly around a street corner and down a narrow alleyway, sarcastically saluting towards the couple making out against the wall before glancing back to his own company. "heard some bugger's been stashing the stuff down here." john gestured to a closed off doorway, knuckle tapping at the wooden slate nailed across it. "thought that'd be something you'd care to investigate, sunshine."
Do you regret any of your past relationships?
ânah, you live and learn through them. they bloody well should though, the lot of them would be a lot better off without me fuckinâ up their lives.â
WIS- with yourself
âbruce wayne.â
anonymous said: whatâs going on with you and zatanna?
âbest go asking her that. sheâs a fickle one, that zee.â

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anonymous said: is it comfy down in hell?
âiâm not about to go recommending it, but itâs not too bad when ya know the right demons. all depends on what reputation you got down there with those blighters.â
Send âSHOVEâ to shove my muse off a cliff. Just shove them off. Â
â suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth. â remy !!!
* A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SENTENCE STARTERSÂ / @gvmbitsâ
 the warlock glanced up from attempting to re-light the cigarette balancing from his lips. a slight smirk began to tug on them as he flicked his lighter shut. âinât that a lovely thought, squire.â john practically scoffed, it was the type of cynical remark he expected to say himself. he sucked in the nicotine, an attempt to ignite the dim flame and exhaled the smoke out towards the mutant as the look of smugness remained prominent across his features. âwouldnât be the first time that happens,â he held the cigarette between his fingers, âwouldnât be the last. misery has this sort of knack of following me âround wherever i go.â he took another tone and leaned his back against the wall. âbloody nuisance, but thatâs just the way life is for the likes of me.â
â iâm sorry that I never trusted you. i donât know how to do that anymore. â ( harley! )
* A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SENTENCE STARTERSÂ / @harlccnquinnâ
there was a hint of a smile from john constantine as harley spoke, though it soon diminished along with her confession. his hand clasped around the tumbler resting on his knee, he didnât bare to look over at her. no matter how the rogue mightâve felt, john knew it was never wise for anyone to trust him. once someone did, it would almost always end in disaster. he swallowed back the preemptive guilt with a swig of his drink and he gradually turned towards her. âyou and me both, sweetheart.â he took another gulp, leaning his head over the back of the couch, his thoughts swimming among the rush of blood to his head. memories of those heâd wronged, lost, emerging to the surface. âdonât worry about it, harl. i wouldnât trust me either.â he sat back up quickly, his hand wiping over his face as he tried to bury back those previous thoughts and he reached for the bottle of whiskey sat upon the table in front. âfancy another?â
âkissâ ( harley! ) đ
send me a âkissâ to see where Iâd kiss you. / @harlccnquinn
hand | forehead | cheek | ear | lips | neck | elsewhereÂ

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kiss - bette
send me a âkissâ to see where Iâd kiss you. / @hcwkfire
hand | forehead | cheek | ear | lips | neck | elsewhere
do you think you could ever love someone?
âbeen there, done that, got the bloody t-shirt. donât think iâll be doing it again, mind. too much heartbreak involved all round that not even a few dozen barrels of whiskey could mend. best to remain alone, if you ask me.â
âIâm out of here.â ( harley! )
four word prompts / @harlccnquinnâ
so, maybe inviting a mortal to a demon gathering wasnât the best idea john has had, but nor was attending such an event in the first place. however, harley was the former flame to one of the biggest psychopaths in gotham, some of his actions may have even been worse than what some of their company had done. âdonât mind âem, love.â he tried to reassure her with a pat on the back and a glass full of drink, tapping his own against hers. âas long as you donât go tradinâ off your soul or drop your knickers for an incubus, youâll have a grand olâ time.â
gvmbitsâ:
by now, remy had gotten more and more comfortable with going out publicly without finding a need to hide. his eyes were glaringly obvious to anyone who looked, but if anyone noticed, they were either too afraid to say anything or just ignored him altogether. then there were the sentinels. remyâs solution? blow a hole through them. he figured that was a better plan than having none at all, but he hoped he wouldnât have to use it just yet. remy brushed his hair back, eyes sweeping across the street. by chance, he caught sight of a man not too far from him, a box of cigars clutched in the manâs hand. this perked his interest. remy had quit long ago, but  it didnât stop him from instantly becoming alert whenever he was in proximity to them. he grinned when the man tucked the box into a pocket and remy pushed up from where he was leaning against. as he came up from behind him, his hand slipped casually into the manâs pocket, pulling them out in one delicate yet swift motion before leaning an arm on the manâs shoulder. âyou look like youâve had a rough day,â he told the man, tossing up the box in one hand and catching it with the other. âiâd imagine itâd be a lot worse if ya lost dese, mon ami. youâre gonna have tah be more careful âbout keepinâ your things betta kept or else someone might tryân take em like i just did.â // @hellscouser
this is where john belonged. some shithole excuse of the world he once knew. drowning his thoughts in whatever bar he could find, it didn't take long before he ended up in some sort of fight, resulting in his immediate removal from the said building. pulling out a cigarette as he walked down the pathway, he placed the pack back into his pocket, searching his other for a lighter. he felt the man's arm, turning immediately with the cigarette hanging from his lips. "ain't they all?" he remarked with a pessimistic scoff, then noticed the box of silk cuts in the other's hand. his brand. johnâs eyes narrowed, reaching to snatch them back off him. that was when he noticed the darkened eyes and a smirk quirked on the magus' lips as he let go, his hand slipping back into his pocket for his lighter. "yeah? what you gonna do, blast my bollocks off with your beamin' bloody eyes?" he lit the cigarette, glare still locked on the other man. "keep 'em, mate. you might be needing them more than i do."
â - lilith
[ â ] itâs three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your museâs home. / @ofcmens
after yet another night filled with pub crawls, john had settled back into his apartment, collapsing on the couch in front of the television, still switched on as there was a faint knock at the door. he chose to ignore it at first, until the thud seemed to get louder as it continued. âwho the fuck could that be?â he mindlessly said to himself as he staggered towards the door, pulling off the chain. once he finally managed to open all the latches, surprised would be an understatement for how john felt. shocked, bewildered by the woman who stood before him. âthis must be some kinda bad omen.â elbow rested on the doorway, he snorted at his own pun, then attempted to lift his head, âah, so this is gonna be the last thing iâm gonna see before i die.â he rolled his back onto the wall beside him, letting lilith enter as he grabbed the crumpled cigarette heâd placed behind his ear earlier. âat least let me light up before you take me, love. for a bit of old times sake.â

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are you available to do a magic show for kid parties? how much do you charge?
âif youâre looking for an artiste to pull something warm nâ fuzzy out of a soddinâ hat, you should try giving zee a bell.â
âYouâre an idiot.â Miss Barda
âthe officeâ season 4/5 sentence starters / @victoryforged
ânot the worst iâve been called,â a smirk curled on his lips as he took a toke of his cigarette. âbut iâm the only idiot here who knows the right tricks to pull to get us out of this mess, darlinâ.â john flicked his cigarette to the ground and with a clap of his hands the smoke began to arise. ânow you might want to stand back, love. wouldnât want to singe those lovely horns of yours.â