You muttered to yourself while bundling your coat further around your freezing body. Winter in the UK was as grey and miserable as every year while you trudged through the streets, but tonight was a rare night that you could take time off, so you were grateful.
There was no magical nonsense to interrupt you tonight. John said he'd handle whatever pops up tonight, so you could relax in your flat with the bottle of whiskey John gifted you. You removed your gloves and coat after entering your home and sat heavily on a chair in your living room.
You had thought John was exaggerating when he said he was busy until you became his official sidekick. You showed up when he couldn't and that had you travelling the world so often that you forgot where your actual home even was in the first place. His training was instilled in you and you've even surpassed him in several areas.
You would have smiled at the peace, if Batman didn't call you the second you sat down. You groaned as the familiar ringtone cuts through the peaceful atmosphere of your home. You had thought you silenced the bloody thing.
"What do you want?"
You said gruffly through the phone when you accepted the call. The last time Bruce called was the apocalypse that you helped save all of them from. You're the one they call when the world is doomed.
"The Justice League is compromised. We are calling to ask for aid."
You gave Batman a bitter smile through the phone. He clearly didn't want your help, but he needed it. Batman never wants your help, often calling you a Constantine mini-me and that you're a grenade waiting to explode. You, personally, didn't think you were as trigger happy as Batman seemed to think. You asked after a long pause of silence,
"Is Nightwing there?"
Dick Grayson was your situationship and everybody knew about it. Neither of you could quite pin down whether you were dating each other or just fooling around until someone better comes along, so it lingered in the air unaddressed. Despite both of you coming to a silent understanding that you are exclusive, it still felt like a step neither of you wanted to commit to.
"Yes, he's here."
Bruce confirmed in a voice that made it clear there would be no "funny business" between you both on his watch. That was all that needed to be said before you teleported to the edge of the battlefield. Your eyes turned towards the threat before narrowing in thought.
"Can't have one night without this bullshit."
You grumbled as you looked at the army that was overwhelming the heroes. What a wonderful way to spend your time. Your eyes scanned the battlefield before landing on the source of their problem: a projector that was forming illusionary threats. Threats that looked so real that they were even physical manifestations. Your eyes looked for the real operator as you used a spell to crush the projector.
The threats all evaporated, leaving only one guy left. You sighed. Everybody had been too tied up in fighting that even the people who realised what was happening couldn't leave their comrades to fend for themselves to investigate.
You murmured a quick spell that immediately tied up the new villain in unbreakable magical rope before he could cause any more illusions. How uneventful.
Dick's head snapped up to scan the area once he saw the ropes appear. He'd recognise your magic anywhere. You were somewhere and he needed to find you. What if you were injured?
His eyes found you almost immediately and he rushed to your side as best he could with a sprained ankle and dislocated knee. Your eyes looked him over for any other major injuries that you'll heal, and his eyes did the same to you.
He gave you a relieved smile but immediately hissed in pain when you popped his knee back into place. You were, obviously, uninjured and extremely annoyed about being called in as re-enforcement for quite literally no reason. Couldn't they have called Zantana? Why did they call you?
You had been far enough away from the battle to do something about it, just like Batman expected from you. Dick looked at you with concern nonetheless. You were always cranky when you get called in to clean up the mess that the League causes, so he didn't flinch under your angry gaze.
"I never should have given you my number, you wanker."
You said immediately. Dick laughed until your magic snapped his broken ribs back into place. He hissed in pain and grabbed the area like that would help. He knew that's how your magic worked and you weren't going to numb his entire body because he's being "a little baby bitch" as you lovingly call him whenever he flinches in pain. You spend too much time with John Constantine.
"A little warning next time!"
He managed to say before his ankle healed and he was immediately in pain again. You were doing this on purpose now. You were royally pissed that he gave out your number to the League. He understood. He did kind of doxx you.
Your eyes illuminated slightly as they x-ray scanned him and the frown he recieved in response wasn't a good one. He wisely chose to sit down while you healed him. He definitely tore a muscle or five.
"I'm sorry, okay? Have mercy, hon— OW!"
You did decide to have mercy: by healing all his injuries at the same time. There were too many and you didn't have the time to torture him nor the patience. You squatted down to be on his level again. You said,
"I should have left you to deal with the injuries the normal way. You're welcome, by the way."
Right. Of course. Whenever you guys find the time, your personality bites him like a dog. You really are a mini-Constantine when you are inconvenienced, and he really should have expected this outcome. You rolled your eyes and rather aggressively dragged him into a kiss when it became clear he wanted a kiss but was in too much pain to do so.
Your kisses were never nice either. They were aggressive, brutal, and addictive. The type of kiss that unravels and demolishes. They were all-consuming and commanded his complete and total attention.
You pulled away first. He tried to chase your lips, but you placed a hand firmly on his chest to hold him in place. You sat in front of him and grumbled,
"You better not start a war the second I leave because I'm not coming back."
You used a firm tone but your eyes held humour. You both knew you would come back if he was in any real danger; it merely fit your demeanour to say you wouldn't. Dick nodded like he believed you, but you both also knew he'd be calling you later and he likely knew that you placed protective spells over him. You care in your own way.
Whatever he was about to say was cut off by Batman appearing beside him like the phantom he is often rumoured to be. You let go of his son with an eye roll. Right. "No funny business" or whatever.
"Never call me on my night off again or I'll castrate you myself."
You told Batman. Batman gave you an exhausted dad expression. He thought you were a ticking timebomb like your mentor. It was a gamble every time he calls you whether or not you'd bother to show up for them and he has to weaponise Dick far too often for his liking. Dick was like catnip to you.
You stood up again and helped Dick up as well. Dick decided he didn't care that his dad was right there and dragged you back into a kiss. He was equally addicted to you and absolutely would come to your aid if you ever felt the need to call him. John is always your backup when the world is on the brink of extinction instead of the Titans, but he wouldn't even hesitate for a second if you called.
"See you later then?"
Dick asked. He wanted to take that step with you after tonight's chaos and planned a whole speech for whenever he can get you alone again. He could have died quite easily and so could have you. He looked so hopeful that you had a hard time saying no. That didn't mean you had to say yes nicely, though. You said with a shrug,
"Fuck it. I'm borrowing your son, Bats."
Dick didn't even have time to say goodbye as you already dragged him through a portal to your flat. Way to put him on the spot.
