DPxDC Prompt: Teacher Constantine
(Feel free to use this prompt as inspo for ur own fic! Just tag me so I can read it!)
Due to Amity Park becoming a ghost hotspot, so to speak, it was a collectively agreed upon decision by the Board of Education to have a class dedicated to learning more about ghosts. Ghosts 101; an introduction to all things ghostly. Good idea, no? There was only one bump in the road.
They had no one to actually teach it.
The Fentons? Absolutely not, they wanted to teach students, not maim them.
Guys in White? Incompetent, almost as bad as the eldest Fentons were. Almost.
Phantom? A good idea, but he had shut them down, saying he wasnโt the โteaching typeโ
Although one good thing did come from talking to Phantomโheโd given them the name of someone who did qualify to teach the class.
Hence why Phantom himself was sitting with William Lancer, Principal Ishyama, some parents of the PTA board, the very unhappy eldest two Fentons after promising not to attack, and a member from the Board of Education, Mr. Brown.
โSo, who do you recommend, Phantom?โ William asked.
โNo ghosts!โ Maddie scowled, โI donโt trust a ghost to teach impressionable kids!โ
Jack nodded, โNo good spook wouldโโ
โHeโs not a ghost,โ Phantom interrupted, โHis name is John Constantine, and heโs aโฆgood friend of mine. He works with the Justice League. Batman, Superman, all those guys,โ
Everyone in the meeting looked shocked.
โSo heโs a superhero?โ Mr. Brown asked.
โNot quite,โ Phantom hummed, โMore so a sorcerer of sorts,โ
โWill he be willing to teach?โ Principal Ishyama asked.
โHeโll do it if I ask, he owes me a bit of a favor,โ Phantom gave a mischievous grin before he phased a piece of paper out from inside his chest and handed it to Lancer, โHere, thatโs his number,โ
Lancer nodded dumbly as he dialed the number that was on the paper that had come from inside Phantomโs chest a moment ago.
The phone rang a few times before a tired-sounding British man answered the phone, โโEllo?โ
โIs this Mr. John Constantine?โ Lancer asked.
โDepends; whoโs askinโ?โ
โMy name is William Lancer and Iโm a teacher at Casper High, Amity Park in Illinois. I was told to call regarding teaching a class about ghostsโโ
โImma stop you right there, teach,โ John interrupted, โIโm no teacher, โkay? I deal with demons and that shit, not kids.โ
โBut you do know things about the Ghost Zone and ghosts, correct?โ Principal Ishyama asked.
โMore than the average livinโ mortal would, guess so,โ The man responded with a sigh.
Mr. Brown cleared his throat, โMr. Constantine, you were recommended byโโ
โUncle Connie!โ Phantom exclaimed suddenly with a wide grin on his face.
โNot you again!โ John groaned, a faint sound of someone snickering could be heard in the backgroundโsome of the people in the meeting more familiar with the Justice League members could recognize it as the Flash, โAnd quit calling me that! Iโm nobodyโs uncle!โ
โSo grouchy!โ Phantom chuckled, โYou gotta teach this class, Connie!โ
โI donโt gotta do shit!โย
โYouโre gonna be a teacher?!โ The Flash laughed, โAw, man! I wanna see that!โ
โShut up, Speedster. Arenโt you supposed to be listening to Bats go off about something?โ John snapped.
โRemind me again who owes who a favor?โ Phantomโs voice was sing-songy and teasing.
The silence was deafeningโbesides for the sound of Flashโs half-heartedly covered chuckles and laughs.
โ...little bastard, shoulda never asked ya to get a piece of my soul back from Lucifer,โ
โIโm-Iโm sorry?!โ Pamela Manson exclaimed.
โHeya, Teach,โ John said โAmity Park? You said that was Illinois, right?โ
Lancer recovered from his shock first, โUhโyes, yes it is. We can send someone to pick you up at an airport if you needโโ
โNo need,โ John grunted, โGive me a sec, teach,โ
The phone hung up and a second later, a portal ripped open in the middle of the meeting room, making the eldest Fentons jump up and reach for weapons they didnโt have on them.
A tall man wearing a trench coat with blonde hair, some stubble of a beard, and a cigarette in his mouth walked out of the portal. He looked tired and smelled faintly of alcohol.
โUncle Connie!โ Phantom grinned widely as he began waving obnoxiously at the British man.
โBrat,โ The manโJohn Constantine, most likelyโmade the cigarette vanish, โWhen I said Iโd do ya a favor, I meant exorcize a demon or somethinโ like that; not become a teacher,โ
โThatโs not my fault, should've been more specific,โ The ghost boy waved a finger in his face teasingly.
โCheeky little bastard,โ John turned towards Lancer, โSo, when do I start?โ
