#theconstantone

     “  john, are you comparing yourself to an old crow?  “ humor laces her tone as she looks over at him, fingers stilling over the pages of the spellbook in her hands. sure, she’d agreed with him that he was curious. she knew that off the bat ---- the way he lingered over her, always asking what she’s doing, nearly prying to book from her. he had only stopped because she had smacked at his hands. “  is that a metaphor for you calling yourself old?  “

“There was the ice cream a few days ago. Children love ice cream.” Of course, what they had done with that ice cream was very much not for children but that wasn’t the point. “I like you hypnotizing me. I don’t dream at all. And I had a dreamcatcher as a child. I still had nightmares and sometimes the dreams are worse.” The dreams had you waking up believing for a moment you had won against life. That people lived and loved than reality came crashing back in on you. “I know none of it was real, but I still remember killing the boy.” She hated being drugged, especially when it made her believe she was the worst version of herself.

“I”m going back to my Earth.” She couldn’t bring herself to say it was home. The girl who had left there was a very different person from who she was now. When Dinah had left she could have never imagined that she could be considered a hero and maybe she would never be as good as the woman whose costume she now had, but she also didn’t feel like she had to live up to her anymore. “I figured I might as well come to say goodbye. I have things to make up for and I’m not sure when I’ll be able to come back here.”

@the-constantone.

“You’re telling me I need a wizard, but I’m not sold on why that wizard should be you. I do have Dr. Strange in my contact list,” she said, planting both hands on her hips. She didn’t have any information on John Constantine, and sometimes letting men talk and brag was the best way to learn about them. 

“You’re not that discreet,” she said, grinning at him. Not now anyways. Maybe at the beginning when Nick was still fucking her regularly. Now that he was ignoring her for the most part she was much more aware of what was going on in John’s room. Zatanna lit up the pilfered cigarette, “Oh yeah?” She dropped down the recently vacated pillow, taking a drag. “Please, as someone who’s been mixed up with you for a while now, I just don’t see it.” 

“I don’t want to work with you, I want to work with Zatanna. Where is she?”

“Don’t worry, John.  We would never ask you to babysit.”