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The door to Bruce's office door swung open and none other than John Constantine walked through it.
"Bruce, I need help," he said, collapsing into the chair.
"First name. You must have gotten yourself into something big. Though you know I don't do magical problems."
Constantine pulled out a cigarette and lit it. And with how frazzled he seemed, Bruce didn't feel it would help to try and stop him.
"The magic part I have handled," he said. "It's the rest of it."
"Which is what exactly?"
"The fact that I am now the legal guardian of Jazz and Danny."