#m:john

“No quiero que te ofendas pero...” El joven hizo una pausa bastante sería que se escondía detrás de su sonrisa “No podría salir contigo” Amenazó el joven sin sonar grosero.

                                             “They turned me into you.”

John: Right, that's what you-- Right, okay, God, Jesus fucking Christ.

“Well well well.. What do we have here?” John questioned as he approached the woman, his eyes taking her in. “You a little bit lost love?”

John hummed to himself as he walked down the street, zoning out the rest of the world and the bullshit of it when he bumped into someone. Pulling them out he looked at her. “Sorry love I was-..Bloody hell! You’re Morgan Le Fay!”

Constantine sat back in a corner of the ship, drinking coffee laced with whiskey, trying to avoid the rest of the Legends for a while before the next shit show. Then the door opened and his eyes looked over to see who had walked in then just went back to drinking, hoping they’d just leave him alone for a bit. 

“Harley Bloody Quinn.” John states as he sees her, lighting his lighter and bringing a cigarette to it. “What the bloody hell are you doing here?” He questions as he puts the lighter away and brings the cigarette to his lips.