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"Constantine." Batman says when John opens the door. His voice is low and gravelled, as always. "We need your help."
"Oh do you, now?" John says. He's in what classes to him as sleepwear - joggers and an old shirt of Chas' - and he’s sure as hell not getting dressed again. Americans have no respect for time zones, he's found, and the Bat always expects people to do night work.
Batman hums. "There's a threat to the Queen of England, and-"
"Bollocks to the Queen." John says, and shuts the door in the man's face.
“Who was that?” Chas asks him as he shuffles through into the front room. He’s watching Eastenders, of all things, because apparently Renee got him hooked on it. John collapses down onto the settee and reaches out for his half-finished tea.
“Batsy again. Wanting me to save the bloomin’ Queen, of all people.” He scoffs, and Chas laughs.
“You? Yeah right.” He says, shaking his head. He wraps an arm around John’s shoulders, and John lets himself relax into it. “‘Ey, we got any Digestives left?”
“No. I’ll grab some t’morrow.” John mumbles, letting his eyes close, dozing off to the sound of Chas’ breathing and whatever crap is happening on the TV.