Love that magicjason
Thank you so much anon! Here’s a little bit more from that universe (I’ve got enough that its starting to almost be a whole fic~~~~)
As a general rule, Jason hates dealing with magic. It’s a pain in the ass at best and apocalyptic at worst, so despite being pretty much the only Bat with a foot in the supernatural world, he would rather gnaw that foot off than deal with magic. So the first thing he does when he sees John Constantine’s smirking face on his front step is slam the door in his face.
“Jason, I think you’ll want to open that door. I’m calling in my favor.”
Jason grumbles his way back over to the door and throws it open.
“What the fu…” Jason trails off as a small body jets itself into his stomach, knocking the air out of him. The little kid wraps his arms around Jason’s neck and clings to him like a monkey.
“Jay!”
That is a child. A child who has been delivered to his doorstep by John Constantine. John Constantine who is looking at him with that insufferable smirk of his that means he finds this incredibly amusing. Which means something is up that Jason is not going to like.
“You are giving me an explanation. Now.” Jason jabs the index finger of one hand into Constantine’s chest, doing his best to pretend his other hand isn’t supporting the weight of the surprise child.
