#convo:john

“Thank you and goodnight!” he cried, bowing to a standing-ovation, watching the curtains drop and waiting till he was hidden before sighing. A show with no powers had been tough but, hell, it had been an ego boost to prove that he didn’t need his powers to do a good show and what a feather in his cap to show those NOVA bastards they didn’t have anything on him. 

He made it back to his dressing room and settled down with a sigh enjoying the quiet for a few moments, he always needed that after a show, a few moments of silence just to sit and be for a moment. His dove, Friede was sat happily on her perch, not making a sound as she sat as content as him in the post-show quiet.

At least until a black cube on Zach’s dressing table began to pulse and his eyes snapped open. Since all powers in the city were down he’d made use of several enchanted objects to make sure he wasn’t without defence. This meant someone was close. “You’d better come out now.” he said clearly, picking the pulsing cube up. “This cube is enchanted to fuck you up in several ways with a little twist.” 

Alfred enjoyed the early morning markets of the city, yes things were awfully chaotic but he could find some solace in the familiar brusque calls of fish mongers, farmers with fresh veg and a butcher or two all vying for the attention of the early clientele. He’d procured some excellent ingredients for the dinner at the manner for the next two days and was making his way back to the car when the door of less than reputable looking bar was thrown open and a vagabond flung out into the street. 

The man stumbled to the ground next to him and Alfred would’ve preferred not to get involved, had he not recognised the man by face and shabby trench coat. “Master Constantine, I do believe happy hour ended some eight hours ago.” he commented dryly, watching the man get to his feet.  

Bobby had seen a lot of crazy shit in his time, and more than a few ghost movies, so he liked to think he was pretty up on ways to deal with casper and co... As it was he couldn’t temper his curiosity and had ended up setting up a meeting with a Exorcist for no other reason than to one, be sure he wasn’t currently haunted and two; give him a few ideas for a lil’prank on ol’Scott.

“Heyy!” he said brightly when the guy (it had to be him, he was wearing a trench-coat for cripes sake) walked in, “Are you Mr. Constantine?”

When: 2002 Where: Gotham City Outskirts - Zachary’s House With: John @sine-succumbat​ & Zatanna @zatannaannataz​

Zach was super excited! His parents had to go away until tomorrow for some big meeting of his dad and all his work friends. It had taken a lot of begging on Zach’s part (and a last minute cancellation by his usual sitter) to get his parents to let Zatanna take care of him. His cousin was the coolest person in the world (after his Uncle Vanni) and she’d even told him she was bringing a friend with her but that was a secret and he hadn’t told anyone. 

He was dressed in pants and his favourite Superman-themed top and practically bouncing off the floor. His parents had left fifteen minutes ago and Zatanna should’ve arrived by now. He was half jumping up and down on the couch when he finally heard a knock at the door and nearly fell over in his haste to get to the door. 

He threw the door open and flung his arms around Zatanna’s waist, “Cousin Zee!” Zach squealed, jumping up and down as best he could while hugging her, “You’re here you’re here you’re here! Are you gonna show me more magic tricks!?” he asked, jumping backwards, his eyes going wide when he finally saw the tall man next to her in a long brown coat, “Wooooooooow,” he looked up at John with wide eyes, “Are you Cousin Zee’s friend?” he asked.

@of-hellblazers

Zach loved when his parents needed to be out of town cause it gave the seven year old a chance to stay over at his Uncle’s... even if Uncle Vanni wasn’t there at the moment but he said he’d be back tomorrow and they’d go get ice cream. He knew it was past his bedtime but the seven year-old was just too excited to sleep and kept darting from room to room in his superman pjyamas trying to find anything magic.

He poked his head into the living room and padded over to John, lifting himself onto the couch, “Connie, I can’t find anything magic annnnnywhere, I think Uncle Vanni’s hiding it from me.” he pouted, trying to look mature and put-out but too young to look anything but cute and funny.

He hadn’t seen John Constantine since he was a child, wide eyed and hero worshipping him, his cousin and uncle. A lot had changed since then, even before his untimely death, but that didn’t mean there was no fun to be found in stopping by. He’d snuck out in the early afternoon and let himself into the other’s office, hood up to not be recognised on the way. 

When John walked in he spun around and pushed the hood back, a smirk on his face, “Nice to see you again, Connie,” he said lightly, “Or am I too grown up for that little nickname now?” he followed with a chuckle, though it didn’t sound genuine.

@jchnalden

“Thank you, have a good day.” Egird said quietly, a soft smile on his still-battered face as the young couple left with their strawberry swirl and pecan nut ice creams. He sighed as the door closed behind them and gave into his fatigue, leaning against the counter for a few moments to take the weight of his feet. Everything was just so much harder now; his face looked a little better, the cuts had healed and aside from a faded black eye and deep bruise on his chin (both of which had turned a rather unattractive green colour) his face was almost back to normal. 

His torso was still heavily bandaged, after three doctor trips he’d been told the ‘stabbing cuts’ were healing put would scar him for life and stitches could still be pulled if he worked too hard, not that such a feat was easy with two arms still in casts... Police interest had at least died down and the visit from that boy aside perhaps he could try to forget this for the moment and try to find his hope again. 

The bell above his door ringing had him reluctantly pushing off the table and looking up at the man who’d walked inside. He smiled softly, “Hello there, can I get anything Sir?“

Mary: Where are you?

Mary: Answer now.

Mary: I swear to god, John Napoleon Darling.

Mary: Wendy Moira Angela Darling.