DPxDC Prompt: Teacher Constantine
(Feel free to use this prompt as inspo for ur own fic! Just tag me so I can read it!)
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Due to Amity Park becoming a ghost hotspot, so to speak, it was a collectively agreed upon decision by the Board of Education to have a class dedicated to learning more about ghosts. Ghosts 101; an introduction to all things ghostly. Good idea, no? There was only one bump in the road.
They had no one to actually teach it.
The Fentons? Absolutely not, they wanted to teach students, not maim them.
Guys in White? Incompetent, almost as bad as the eldest Fentons were. Almost.
Phantom? A good idea, but he had shut them down, saying he wasnβt the βteaching typeβ
Although one good thing did come from talking to Phantomβheβd given them the name of someone who did qualify to teach the class.
Hence why Phantom himself was sitting with William Lancer, Principal Ishyama, some parents of the PTA board, the very unhappy eldest two Fentons after promising not to attack, and a member from the Board of Education, Mr. Brown.
βSo, who do you recommend, Phantom?β William asked.
βNo ghosts!β Maddie scowled, βI donβt trust a ghost to teach impressionable kids!β
Jack nodded, βNo good spook wouldββ
βHeβs not a ghost,β Phantom interrupted, βHis name is John Constantine, and heβs aβ¦good friend of mine. He works with the Justice League. Batman, Superman, all those guys,β
Everyone in the meeting looked shocked.
βSo heβs a superhero?β Mr. Brown asked.
βNot quite,β Phantom hummed, βMore so a sorcerer of sorts,β
βWill he be willing to teach?β Principal Ishyama asked.
βHeβll do it if I ask, he owes me a bit of a favor,β Phantom gave a mischievous grin before he phased a piece of paper out from inside his chest and handed it to Lancer, βHere, thatβs his number,β
Lancer nodded dumbly as he dialed the number that was on the paper that had come from inside Phantomβs chest a moment ago.
The phone rang a few times before a tired-sounding British man answered the phone, ββEllo?β
βIs this Mr. John Constantine?β Lancer asked.
βDepends; whoβs askinβ?β
βMy name is William Lancer and Iβm a teacher at Casper High, Amity Park in Illinois. I was told to call regarding teaching a class about ghostsββ
βImma stop you right there, teach,β John interrupted, βIβm no teacher, βkay? I deal with demons and that shit, not kids.β
βBut you do know things about the Ghost Zone and ghosts, correct?β Principal Ishyama asked.
βMore than the average livinβ mortal would, guess so,β The man responded with a sigh.
Mr. Brown cleared his throat, βMr. Constantine, you were recommended byββ
βUncle Connie!β Phantom exclaimed suddenly with a wide grin on his face.
βNot you again!β John groaned, a faint sound of someone snickering could be heard in the backgroundβsome of the people in the meeting more familiar with the Justice League members could recognize it as the Flash, βAnd quit calling me that! Iβm nobodyβs uncle!β
βSo grouchy!β Phantom chuckled, βYou gotta teach this class, Connie!β
βI donβt gotta do shit!βΒ
βYouβre gonna be a teacher?!β The Flash laughed, βAw, man! I wanna see that!β
βShut up, Speedster. Arenβt you supposed to be listening to Bats go off about something?β John snapped.
βRemind me again who owes who a favor?β Phantomβs voice was sing-songy and teasing.
The silence was deafeningβbesides for the sound of Flashβs half-heartedly covered chuckles and laughs.
β...little bastard, shoulda never asked ya to get a piece of my soul back from Lucifer,β
A few parents choked.
βIβm-Iβm sorry?!β Pamela Manson exclaimed.
βHeya, Teach,β John said βAmity Park? You said that was Illinois, right?β
Lancer recovered from his shock first, βUhβyes, yes it is. We can send someone to pick you up at an airport if you needββ
βNo need,β John grunted, βGive me a sec, teach,β
The phone hung up and a second later, a portal ripped open in the middle of the meeting room, making the eldest Fentons jump up and reach for weapons they didnβt have on them.
A tall man wearing a trench coat with blonde hair, some stubble of a beard, and a cigarette in his mouth walked out of the portal. He looked tired and smelled faintly of alcohol.
βUncle Connie!β Phantom grinned widely as he began waving obnoxiously at the British man.
βBrat,β The manβJohn Constantine, most likelyβmade the cigarette vanish, βWhen I said Iβd do ya a favor, I meant exorcize a demon or somethinβ like that; not become a teacher,β
βThatβs not my fault, should've been more specific,β The ghost boy waved a finger in his face teasingly.
βCheeky little bastard,β John turned towards Lancer, βSo, when do I start?β
