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“There’s this jolly Englishman, and his name is John Constantine. And he fucked things up. Again.”
I’m never stepping back in Gotham. I dare God to make me. I will let this place burn to the ground by a demon. I’m never stepping back in this god for sakeing city, and that bloody Bat… Fuck the Bat!.. I sighed, pulling a cigarette out of my coat pocket as I walked down the bloody street of Gotham. It rained out ‘ere more then bloody England. I lit my cig with the lighter that was in the same pocket as my cigs and took a drag. Why did I allow myself to do that? I saw Batman's face. Oh lord, what was I thinking?
I went into a slightly closed off alleyway, there were a lot of them out ‘ere but this one seemed like the only one that wasn’t overflowing with crime. I took a drag of my cig and as I go to cast my fucking spell. The sound of leather and kevlar hits the ground behind me. That bloody Bat again.
“Constantine.”
“You’re as bad as my bloody exes!”
I turned around to look him in the eyes. What I would do to see his blue eye’s once again- What am I on about!? I hate this man. Come on John get yourself together. Then almost like he fucking heard me. The Bat removes his cowl in front of me, I almost choked on my own smoke but luckily I’m nonchalant. Bruce fucking Wayne. Man was he a snack.
“Constantine, just listen to me.”
“What if I don’t, Brucie?”
Why the actual fuck did I call him that!? Do I want to be THE Batman’s first kill!? Oh well, like if he even tries. I got too many demons on my arse that want my soul for me to die. But as I think of it, his hands around my neck do sound- John stop it!
“So are you or are you not, Constantine?”
“Fine, I’ll hear you out.”
“Just- Wait… Did you just agree… Agree that easily?"
Bullocks! I did. I mean it’s that or I get hard… I could get hard either way but I’m not telling him that.
“Are you going to tell me or can I leave?”
“Right, right. Constantine, can I trust you?”
Oh I thought for a good moment. Doesn’t help he’s saying this with his cowl off, it makes everything ten times more intimate. Being able to see his eyes again did things to me I didn’t know any man could do to me. He was just so kiss-able, fuck-able. John don’t you dare.
“You could.”
“I could?”
“It’s your choice, B, but I promise you can trust me.”
Oh now that’s bullocks. Why am I saying all these things?.. Maybe it’s because I did catch feelings, if so Bruce better stay away from me. I don’t need him to get hurt like everybody else I ever loved or cared for.
“Then I trust you. John.”
“Then trust me, you should stay away from now on.”
Well that was blunt enough. Wait, did he just call me, John? Bloody hell. I shouldn’t be feeling like this after last night. But he’s being all sweet, nothing like the Batman I’m used to working with. There’s something appealing to that. That and his eyes. I got something for his eyes and just how handsome he is in general. I puffed out smok just like that I could't stare at his face, his beautiful, handsome, face.
“What if I don’t want to? I know your history John. It doesn’t scare me.”
“Because I know I’ll lose you eventually.”
“I won’t let you lose me.”
Don’t keep promises you can't keep.