#Jon Constantine

[dp-dc-rantler]

Ok, hear me out:

Batman, after the Anti-Ecto-Acts got exposed: We need to correlate a meeting with The Phantom. His kind has been under attack for so long that it's reasonable to perceive him as a threat.

Superman, pulling up a picture of Phantom with a spray bottle in hand: We knew you'd say that so here his fil-

Batman, standing a bit straighter and appears more alert: Hn.

Green Arrow, spotting the tall tail signs of a Bat Adoption Mode on the rise: Hey, no, you have enough kids-

Flash, with confusion at it's highest: Phantom has white hair and green eyes, how is the Adoption Mode being triggered? This one's not even alive-

Batman: That is the same as my second son, your point?

Superman, readying the spray bottle: Rao, here we go again...

Wonder Woman, stepping in with knowledge Batman didn't know: His main enemy seems to be the ghost of a rich, powerful man. I doubt he would take kindly to you trying to adopt him.

Batman, still eyeing the picture of Phantom: My second eldest son was a street rat that tried to stab my civilian identity on multiple occasions, your point?

Green Lantern, trying to intervene: He has a two clones of himself that are usually with him, are you sure-

Batman, hand inching towards his com: My youngest son has had well over 4,000 clones of him made to kill him, one of which succeeded. I can handle taking the on, or in if needed.

Captain Marvel, trying to stick up for the kid: He's probably older than he looks, and he's been taking care of himself for quite some time, I don't think he'd like someone to swoop in an adopt him after all this time.

Batman, hand on com, instructing Alfred to get the guy: ........So you're saying that I need to lure him in-

Superman with the spray bottle: Hey, no, no. Take down the bad government hunting him first, no adoption papers okay? Put them away.

Batman, slinking away to a computer to deal with the government so that he can inherit another kid, his cowl now very wet: Hn.

Aquaman, whispering to the one standing closest to him:........ Should I inform him that there is a civilian who's parents are responsible for bringing the ghost into this realm through mad scientist means?

Hawkwoman: Does this child have black hair or blue eyes?

Aquaman: Well, yes-

Hawkman: Than no.

Martian Manhunter, who had encountered Phantom by chance and was subjugated to one hell of a fan rambling: Hm. Would the Batman be willing to consider Co-parenting?....

Jon Constantine, who walked in and had been to stunned that they were talking about an infinite realm being: Bloody hell, your supposed to be the reasonable one-

Martian Manhunter, glancing at his dedicated cupboard of Oreos:..... I am afraid you will have to reevaluate that.

[paradoxicalli]

Leslie has now yoinked several Robins and Bruce is very annoyed. Stephanie he can understand, since it was literally life or death. But Damien? His ONLY apprentice who is not somebody else’s kid? Seriously!? Leslie isnt even the only one. Dick got yoinked by Superman when he laughed at all his jokes (It made ‘Uncle Clark’ feel like a more supportive father, so he started spending more time with him.)

At some point Wonder Woman yoinks Jason because shes more enjoyable to go on missions with since she values the skillset he spent years perfecting instead of endlessly criticizing his methods. She’s also much better for pit rage, because she doesnt set it off, she can calm it down, or she can take him in a fight if it comes to it so he cant hurt anyone else.

Cass got yoinked by Babs. ‘Nough said.

Duke got yoinked by Poison Ivy, cause since she’s solar powered she’s out in the day a lot and she’s actually saved Duke a couple times. She did demand that he repay her, but it was by standing by her plants because some of them just really like his light specifically. He keeps going back because the plants miss him.

And Tim gets yoinked by the fucking Red Hood, who looked at a Robin leaping into danger and tearing himself apart for Bruces approval and said naw, fuck that. We aint doing this again.

Well at least Bruce still has Alfred, who is inexplicably sitting down having tea with Jon Constantine.

…WHAT!?

Leslie *after dealing with yet another bat-induced medical crisis*: I am getting too old for this bullshit.

Damian: excuse me, Dr. Tompkins. I was hoping to speak with you privately if you had a moment. You see I've recently become interested in entering the medical field and was wondering-

Leslie: why hello there, retirement plan.

Damian: what?

Leslie: Hm? Oh, never you mind. Now come along, child and I will teach you everything I know. With no ulterior motives whatsoever.

[kal8elle]

DC Holiday Special 2017

[dc-comics-enjoyer]

Random things I like to hc (part 1)

- Constantine calling Batman "love" anytime.

"Good plan, love. Now, if I may add..."

- Diana constantly fighting the urge to add multiple times in the footnotes of her research papers : "*I know that because I was there."

- Clark feeling some type of way whenever anyone from the Batfam calls him Uncle Clark (he does tear up a little the first few times).

- Anytime Booster would get cancelled for a tweet, he'd go back in time just far enough to prevent from tweeting it. He did that way too many times.

- Barry and Hal being that one best friend duo that are big on PDA. Most of the time during JL meetings, Hal's leg would be intertwined with Barry's.

- Given that the way they usually interact correlates with what he learned about married couples, J'onn assumed for the longest time that Bruce and Clark were spouses.

- Much like how Clark switches off his kansan accent when he's being Superman, Bruce switches off his "posh" accent when he's being Batman.

- Everytime someone mentions (any) Robin, Hal's mind still can't fathom that Batman's sidekick is a literal child.

- Dick is a bisexual flirt in and out of costume.

- Regular occurence : Batman enters the meeting room, sees Booster's stupid expression that's a clear sign he's going to share very stupid ideas, and Batman exits the room without a word. He doesn't come back for the rest of the meeting. After it happened more than once, some of the members get the clue and walk out as well.

- Superman can recite entire movies by heart. Not surprising in and of itself, but surprising that Bruce silently lets him do it over his shoulder when he's working in the batcave. Lets Clark unwind and gives Bruce background noise.

- After multiple complaints, Batman had to soundproof Dinah and Oliver's room in the watchtower.

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(Part 2 here )

(Good dad Bruce hc here)

[wwprice1]

Stunning Dan Mora and Alejandro Sanchez art from Absolute Power 1!

[anarchythecourtjester]

Boredom leads to this shit

[spacedace]

dpxdc story snippet:

(references to blood & gore below the cut)

Clark wasn't sure why they bothered.

Elle Constantine looked, if anything, even less repentant about her actions during the mission after the long, thorough lecturing she’d received.

Zantanna had warned them that the girl was her father’s daughter in most ways. That young Elle was crass, messy, prone to con artistry and outright theft and lying when it suited her even when on her best behavior.

Even still, no one could say she didn’t have a good heart. Not even Bruce had doubted that her intentions in all things - while at times self-serving - were ultimately meant to help and protect people. She was, though not the shining ideal that some strove to present to the world, still every bit a hero at the end of the day.

It was the main reason that despite her reputation for mischief and mayhem, that she’d been allowed to join the Titans. Along with a heavy dosage of hope that the other teens would be a good influence on the girl. That a friendship would blossom and there’d be a change for the better as a result - even her father seemed hopeful she’d lose at least some of the rougher edges she’d picked up from him over the years.

If their hopes had any merit, Clark still wasn’t sure. Jon spoke highly of the girl and even seemed to have developed as serious a crush on her as the one he had for Damian. Reports from the team of young heroes seemed to indicate that she gelled well with the rest of the Titans offering some glimmer of hope that things were working but…

Well.

“So can I go get hosed off now, or what?” The young magician asked, flicking one hand towards the dirt and blessedly away from where Clark and Bruce were standing before her.

Blood splattered on the ground in a rolling drumbeat of heavy droplets, so drenched that her arms still dripped unsettling red even after the attempt at flicking the worst of it off. It oozed sickeningly down her wrist as she lifted one hand to examine her nails boredly, already darkening and conjealing where it puddled around her on the ground.

She was absolutely soaking in blood. Arms covered in dripping red and clotted bits of vicera all the way up to her elbows. Entire front spattered and stained so completely with offal that even the black fabric took on an uneasy sheen of red. She had an ugly smear if ichor across one cheek. A few of her unfortunate dark curls plastered to her temple thanks to sticky ichor swiped across her brow. Her mouth a gruesome, nightmarish mess of gore from where she’d sunk her teeth into flesh and torn pieces away during her vicious, feral attack.

She looked like the final girl in a horror movie.

One that had surrendered to the madness and become just as monstrous as her foe by the end.

They’d reveiwed the footage from the camera in Damian’s mask on the way over. Watching, trapped in a nauseating first person perspective, as the girl seemed to forget she had magic entirely and decended on the main demonic enemy the Titans had been dealing with like a rabid dog.

Clark, not for the first time, wished that Diana was there. The Amazon would have likely only encouraged the behavior - it was a toss up on if it was Diana or Bobo who had taught the girl how to tear into a person like that, and disturbingly likely to have been a combination of the two. But if Wonder Woman had been present at least Elle might have given him and Bruce some semblence of actual attention while they talked to her - even if it was only second hand.

From everything he knew, the Amazon was one of the very - very - small handful of authority figures that the girl truly respected. They might have had half a chance of some of the disaproval they were trying to impart sinking in if Diana was there with them. Even if all Elle took from it was a comment on her fighting style lacking in some way rather than anything of true concern. It would have at least been something. At least until Diana inevitably broke out into a proud smile and patted the girl’s head and commented about her having a warrior’s heart or some such.

That the girl wasn’t more of a terror than she already was with JL Dark’s motely crew as her main influences and John Constantine as a father was a miracle Clark perhaps wasn’t nearly thankful enough for.

“Menace!”

Speak of the devil.

Clark watched as the girl’s unimpressed expression brightened into excitement at the sound of her father’s voice rising up over the general din of the scene. Batman and Superman and their lecturing solidly forgotten as she spun on her heel to see the trenchcoat clad man striding over to them. “Dad-saster!”

In half a dozen steps and a flourish of magic the girl was leaping at the older magician and being swept up in John’s arms with a bright, excited laugh.

Constantine’s eyes were always a little sharp, even when he was in a headonistic stupor, but his gaze cut as deep as a razor as he finally released the girl from the tight hug and swayed back to look her over. The lines of his face warning all that dared to look that if he found so much as a scratch on the teenager before him that he’d bring down a fury upon the world that would make even the devil tremble in fear.

The fact that a not insignificant amount of the blood his daughter was soaked in had transfered to him during the hug didn’t help the image. His rumpled white button-up shirt suddenly a gruesome Rorscharch, and his famous trench not much better. His hands were already red from the bare few seconds of contact.

Elle perhaps was right in her assessment that she’d needed a hose to be ride of the grizzley remains of the villian she had - quite literally - torn into. Clark was definitely right in thinking that she took after her father.

Even still, despite the macabre scene they made, Clark couldn’t deny that his heart softened at least a little at the obvious love and care the usual bitterly cynical and callous magician showed his adopted daughter. The fact that the girl, even as a teenager when children so often became antagonistic and rebellious with their parents, so openly adored her father in turn didn’t hurt. If there was one thing Clark and everyone else who had ever met the girl could agree on it was this: Elle Constantine, when she loved, did so openly and with every inch of who she was.

“You alright?” Constantine had his hands on the girl’s slim shoulders, holding her out just far enough to look her up and down. “Heard you and the band had a spot of trouble.”

His face was stoney as he took in the blood, and Clark could have sworn he saw a spark of gold pop warningly at the magician’s fingertips. It was something he’d noted happened with Elle whenever she was experiencing some kind of heightened emotion. Her magic burning an acidic neon green in place of the deceptive warm glimmer of her father’s powers, making her look strangely like the more dangerous of the two.

Elle gave a small laugh, reaching out to pat one of his arms and leaving a smeared, red handprint behind. The utter disregard either had for the Gallo film levels of blood soaking the both of them made Clark feel a little queasy. It also made him think that perhaps they should have been looking into just what missions - exactly - Elle Constantine had been tagging along on over the years with Justice League Dark.

Even Bruce with his mess of unruly, defiante children he was only just barely able to keep in line was able to - mostly - shield them from the ugliest of crime scenes until they were older. That the fifteen year old girl he was watching now was so completely disensitised to so much blood was cause for a lot of alarm.

“All good. None of it’s mine.” Elle waved her other hand towards the red she was still - quite literally - dripping in. “Minor demon. Barely more than an imp.”

Clark watched as she paused, her cheerful smile flattening as something deeper and darker crept into her expression. A bleak, ravenous darkness gilding the girl’s edges in a way that made an incomprehensible cold sink deep into Clark’s bones just to glimpse. He watched, unable to look away as her already eeire white-blue eyes bled that dizzying neon green. “It went after Big Bird.”

Jon.

Clark had seen it on Damian’s footage. His son slammed hard to the ground and gasping. Horrifically vulnerable to the magic of the creature looming over him. Damian - relatively unharmed thankfully - had been pinned in place by a heavy slab of concrete, entirely unable to reach the other boy. Lian and Connor had been stuck fending off the wave of smaller, vicious creatures the demon had summoned to attack the city. Clark’s son had been at the demonic creature’s mercy and unable to do anything about it until -

“And you went and forgot all your good sense.”

Constantine - to Clark’s surprse - gave the girl a worried, disapproving frown. He sounded…well, he sounded like Clark and Bruce had just moments before the magician had arrived. Though where their lecturing had been utterly ignored, the girl did look appropriately apologetic and chastized at her father’s words.

Constantine didn’t let go of her, though his hands did move to settle on her upper arms. Not a painful, cruel grip but the hold of a man trying very hard to not let his desperation bruise the precious figure before him. Love for one’s child bred the deepest fear Clark had ever known, and it seemed that not even Constantine was immune to such things.

“I know. I just…” Elle’s eyes, now back to their unnerving original color, dropped to stare at the sloppy knot of her father’s tie, not meeting his gaze in the way guilty children were prone to. “I didn’t even think I just saw him there and the thing was going on, talking about carving out his heart and -”

Clark hadn’t heard that part.

Damian had been too far away for the mic on him to pick up the demon’s words, only the low gutteral hissing noises that rattled throughout the monsteroys entity’s voice. Clark felt that same uncomfortable mix of unease and thankfulness towards Elle for what she’d done to protect his son that seemed to be a staple of dealing with the Constantines.

“And you’re lucky your brothers had the sense you didn’t.” Constantine jumped in. Giving the petite girl in his hold a small, gentle shake. “If they’d been as wound up as you were all four of you could have been in the shit in a serious way.”

Clark glanced towards Bruce at the mention of Elle’s brothers, trying to gage his partner’s reaction to the mention of them. It was still unclear the situation surrounding Elle’s “brothers” and who - or what - they were. Elle’s file only said the girl shared a link with her three older brothers and that they were always with her. Whether the entities mentioned were actually the girl’s brothers or if it was merely what she had come to call them was…unclear. Plenty of magic users could create bonds with supernatural entities, and some even refered to them as companions or friends.

A few absent comments from Justice League Dark implied that there was something else going on. Though attempts to get more information were usually shut down. Responses ranging from polite but firm statements that it wasn’t a story for anyone but Elle herself to share, to outright hostile shut downs of the subject. Seeing Detective Bobo so uncharacteristicly furious when it had been brought up with him had been…unsettling, to say the least. The chimpanzee was usually a calm, level headed sort. That much emotion was startling and - to those familiar with him - more than enough to know to leave the subject alone.

“I know.” Elle said, voice soft and terribly young sounding. The stubborn expression edged with contrition that settled onto her face a moment later was all John Constantine. Adopted or no, she was truly her father’s daughter.

As terrifying a thought as that was.

Lifting her eyes to meet her father’s stern expression levely, Elle titled her chin at a stubborn - annoyingly familiar - angle. “I’m not going to say sorry for it.”

Constantine for his part, only sighed in the face of his own mulishness being turned on him. Clark couldn’t blame the man. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d found himself staring down at his own tightly held sense of justice or Lois’s unshakable determination while talking with Jon. It was hard enough when you had a kid that took so much after his hellcat of a mother, Clark couldn’t imagine what it might be like to have one that took after Constantine.

The magician closed his eyes for a moment, clearly debating with himself, before opening them again to fondly roll them at his stubborn, crass daughter. Shifting them around so she was tucked against his side under one arm he cast his gaze over the ugly remains of the battlefield. The way his stern disapproval had melted into an impressed expression did not bode well for the girl getting any more lecturing on her decision making in the feild that day.

“Not gonna ask you to be.” He said, tone of his voice strange and fond all at once. “But it’s something we’re gonna have to work on. Especially if your going to be crashing with these Titans of yours now too.”

Oh.

Oh no.

Elle was going to be staying at the Tower with the rest of the kids on weekends and over stretches of their vacations from school.

Clark had forgotten about that part of their little Elle Constantine Domestication plan.

He watched, feeling a bit ill, as Jon and the rest of the Titans - sensing that the book had been firmly shut on the discussion between Elle and the League members - swept in to swarm the girl. The gaggle of teens fussing and fawning over their team mate in celebration of her (brutally vicious) victory. Constantine patting his daughter on the back hardily and giving a smoke filled laugh as Jon scooped the younger magician up and spun her in a grateful hug, dropping her down on the ground just so Cheshire Cat could tackle the smaller girl in anther fierce embrace.

Blood was smeared across the Crest of El emblazoned upon Jon’s chest, darkening the blue of his sleeves, a line of red swept along his collarbone and neck where blood-soaked curls had been tucked a moment ago . A gruesome impression of the girl that had just been in his arms, staining his suit with Elle’s silhouetted after image. An ugly reality of what the girl was capable of that Clark’s son seemed entirely indifferent to.

Clark tried not to think of it as some kind of omen.

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Info on the AU:

This is a "Danny doesn't know he was cloned" AU where Elle and the other clones realized things were Not Good (TM) and escaped while they could, eventually ending up crossing paths with Constantine and eventually getting adopted by him (it's a toss up on who is more surprised by that: Elle and her brothers, the world at large or Constantine himself).

In this au the escape escape from Vlad didn't quite go to plan and Elle was the only one that made it out largely in tact (read: wasn't turned to goo by Vlad). She was so desperate not to loose her brothers that she managed to grab onto their Cores before they total destabilized and fused them with her own, to uh...complicated results.

Effectively, Elle's Core is keeping all of them going which leaves Elle pretty weak in the ghost power department, since her Core is basically an overloaded fusebox one bad day from blowing completely. Her brothers end up behaving more like how Deadman does in DC, where they can only be seen/heard by magic users and the like, only with the added limitation that they can't go too far away from Elle or all of them will end up having issues from it.

All to say Elle relies more on the magic John and Zantanna teach her than her ghost powers. Oh and the teeny-tiny issue that if Elle destabilized it wouldn't just be her End, it'd be the End for all of her brothers to.

Good thing Vlad doesn't know that she survived :) It'd be a shame if he found out and tried to do something to use her against Danny :) If anything happened to her and her brothers that sure would be bad :) Especially with Constantine in the mix :)

[jesncin]

The three Johns: no one can stop them

I've definitely drawn more than 3 John/Jons at this point and it's still not all of them,,,

[kiki-lulu]

My super sons✨

(academy edition)

I ran out of ideas, but someone suggested this to me :)

[why-i-love-comics]

DC Pride Uncovered #1 (2024)

by Gabriel Picolo

[hamidami]

I have to learn how to draw Constantine sometime...

But anyway, lots of doodles :)

[ghostbsuter]

"Oh, fuck no." The door is slammed, unfortunately for him, the guy stuck his foot in the jamb and pushed it open again.

"C'mon luv!" Constantine smiles charmingly, not waiting for Danny and entering the apartment.

At least Batman, Nightwing and Spoiler had the patience to wait for him to invite them in. Sagging against the door, he beckoned them inside.

Despite the caution, Spoiler gleefully stepped in, looking around like a child in an amusement park— which might not be too far off.

His apartment is, with all its wards and enchantments, very magical inside than it is outside.

The planetary system of another world, used as light for the living room and for practice.

(Nightwing is careful with what he touches. He still remembers the hours they spent in Mumbo Jumbo's hat.)

Batman on the other hand is following Constantine and Danny to what he assumes to be the office, if the amount of magical stuff carelessly laying around means anything.

"Alright fucker, what are you doing here? And how did you even know I live in gotham?"

John had the audacity to look abashed, scratching the back of his head with a nervous chuckle.

"Something came up and you know Gotham doesn't like me. She is much more used to you and I wanted to introduce bats to you, in case of emergency."

The young adolence stares owlishly.

(How did Constantine expect him to act at the fact that he's trusting a magical situation into the hands of a stranger?

Batman isn't sure how good the boy even is!)

"That's incredible thoughtful of you Connie." Danny hums. "What did you lose for your sorry ass to come here?"

Spoiler snorts, petting a red salamander. "He didn't lose anything." She reassures with a wave, giving an exaggerated smile and raising her brows to show that she's finding it very amusing.

Constantine sputters.

"Ancient knows how Zatanna and Raven deal with him."

Nighteing perks up from the side where he'd looked over the books, some pixie fairies(?) fawning over him? "Raven? You know her?"

Danny suppresses another sigh.

[grimdarling69]

Another Deaged Dan and Ellie or otherwise known as Crack pt8

John Constantine was unsurprisingly quite used to being tied up. Ever since Batman called him in to inspect that interdimensional portal that reeked of the Infinate Realms, he's been inning around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to stop the end of the world. The portal was just about the worst constructed thing ever. It was running on ectoplasm and soda. From the notes and scribbles he found in the lab. Luthor was going to create a that would have been much safer but ran out of time. So they recreated 'the Fenton portal' he has no idea what that is.

Even Batman, much to his displeasure, has no clue. He's the fucking Batman, the greatest detective in the world and he has no goddamned clue what the fuck that means. Whatever the fuck or whoever the fuck Fenton is he will be torturing them somehow.

God, he needs a drink. He tries to reach his flask in his coat but can't. Because he's fucking tied up in a random ghosts lair.

"Beware! I am the Box Ghost!" Fucking kill him now. How the fuck did this loser capture him. He tricked fucking Satan so many times snd this rectangular obsessed ghost captures him? He's never living this down. He just hopes Zee won't find him before he gets out of here.

Purple smoke seeps in from the ghosts door to his lair. To late.

"Huh?" The stupid ghost questions the smoke and flies toward it.

"Beware!" He yelled and threw his hands up. Obviously, trying to appear scary but only achieving in making himself look like a total dork. God, what an idiot he was. Hurry up, Zee. He's not bloody drunk enough to play damsel in distress.

The smoke turned tangible and wrapped up the befuddled ghost and drags him to the floor. He tries to go intangible, but the purplish ribbons keep top strong a grip on him. He resorts to wiggling around on the floor like a worm. The door is roughly kicked open, and Zatanna struts in.

"Need a hand, john?" She sarcastically asked him. He sighed.

"Just put me out of my misery, please Zee."

"No can do." She uses her magician wand to cut the rope magically and dropped him to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Curse you my knight in shining fishnets.

"Hope you don't mind i brought some company." She said like she'd really care if he did.

"Oh great." He picked himself off the floor, massaging his irritated skin. His head was still spinning from being tied upside down for so long. He stumbled and was caught by a pair of strong arms. He looked up and saw four batears and two frowns.

"Aw batsy, you do love me.. fuck I don't feel good..." He then immediately threw up the measly crackers and some whiskey he had in his jacket for some reason when he was captured by those fuckers last week.

He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed his flask, and took a big swing of the empty flask.

"God fucking damnit!" He cursed and fumbled around for a cigarette finding absolutely nothing. Worst day ever. Or night or whatever the fuck time it is.

"Constantine. What the hell are you doing?" Batman gravelly voice interrogated him. What a tool. He finally takes a glance around his now less spinning surroundings. Zatanna really brought the cavalry in, didn't she?

Red Hood, Red Robin, Signal and Flash younger stood on one side of the room. Wonderwoman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, the older Flash, and Cyborg were on the other.

"What in the bloody hell is this?"

"Nightwing and Robin. Have you found anything?" Diana asked calmly like this was any other day. And they weren't in one of the most dangerous places in the multiverse.

"Yeah, they're trapped in the Far Frozen."

"How are you so sure?"

"Ghosts are stealing food and human items across the earth. Mostly from high magic and death rate areas. Where natural portals are more common." He took a cigarette from Red hoods outstretched hand, ignoring the glare from the others around them. Also ignoring the shove Red Robin gave to his brother and lit the tip with a quick spell. Inhaling and blowing out the smoke is an experienced dance.

"We already know that. We've all tried tracking them and nothing works." Zatanna stated crossing her arms and peering over the brim of her hat questioningly.

"I've got a source. Did some bounty hunting for the resident ghost of a dead warden, he wanted some ghosts locked back up in his prison." He pointed at the still wiggling ghost "This one here was the first one I locked up a week ago after I left those demons in the dust and he got a lucky revenge shot in."

"How do you the warden is trustworthy?" The older Flash questioned. He looked nervous like he was waiting for something.

Another shoe to drop was just what he needed.

"Because i got it verified by the Lord of all time. He told me to hurry that'll I'll need to be 'Beware of poisonous thorns '. I'm guessing he just means they're guarded by a nature ghost or something. Weird for the antartic, but they are ghosts, so nothing really has to make bloody sense around here." Taking another drag from his, smoke, and he takes a mental stock of the few things they'd need to make it there.

"We need to go now. How do we get there?" Batman grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the door.

"Slow your roll, luv. Do you want to die? We've got a lot of things to do if you want even a chance to survive that bloody place. Forget even making it there."

"Like what?" The older Flash asked suddenly standing with Batman and wonder woman.

"Like getting some bloody jackets."

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm clock beeps loudly in his ear. He smacks it without thinking. So early.....getting up and walking to the bathroom swiping his phone on the way. Doing his business and brushing his teeth.

He scroll through his phone. Bruce wanted to talk, Jason was mad at him, Tim was pissed at a case, Babs missed seeing him. He walks out the bedroom after pulling on some random shorts. He yawns loudly and open the cabinets grabbing cereal.

He eats the cereal slowly while responding to messages. Looks like the internet isn't working very well nothings going through...weird with a waynephone but not impossible it wasn't as bat-grade as his other tech anyway. He'll fix it later. His sons bedroom door opens.

"Richard? Where are we?"

"Richard? Since when do you call your old man by his first name? Not very proper of you baby wing." He joked ruffling his hair. Damians face was rippled with confusion.

"Your not my...father...oh my ancients...fuck-" He looked around the room for another second then turned back around and ran into his room slamming the door closed.

"Damian..!" He tried the door, but he immediately heard the lock turn. He knocked on the wood, hoping Damian would respond.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" He tried to talk to him through the door. He stuck his ear to the door and could hear rustling noises and swears and something Diseree?

He grabbed his lockpicks from their usual places. He picked the lock methodically.

"Diseree! Fix this now! Or I'll put you down!"

"Ughhhh I'm only granting your wish!" A echoey voice unbound by a physical plane.

A genie(?) Flew up through the floor she wore blue robes and with a bored expression snapped her opaque fingers and everything went dark.

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Everything hurt. Before he could even wake up he was aware of immense pain. His chest hurt and his eyes were to heavy to even attempt at moving. They felt heavier than his fortress key. He vaguely recognized the bed he was laying on to be his recovery cot with the solar panels in the watchtower med bay. He tried to think of what led to this but he couldn't think of anything. It hurt to think god his head was pounding like he went through a skyscraper all the way from the top to the basement and further.

"Clark? Can you hear me?" Lois? What was she doing here? He tried to open his eyes but they must have been glued shut.

"Stay still, dad..." Jon? Jon...and him...were fighting but over what? Something to do with Robin, maybe. He can't remember, and it hurts to try to sift through his shattered memory.

"Go back to sleep dad. We'll be here when you wake up." Kon, he remembers telling him something but what was it? Be prepared? No he says that all the time it's something different...its gotta be something new...God if only the lights weren't so bright maybe he could open his eyes. Speak. Ask him. I know it's important, what did I tell you?

He tries to open his mouth, and all he hears is beeping and unfamiliar voices. He thinks he can hear Lois tell him to calm down? He is calm. in fact, he feels too calm, like the calm before the storm. Ugh, if only that obnoxious beeping and shouting would stop. This time, he welcomes the embrace of darkness. Anything to escape that horrid shrieking.

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"And why should I help you?" The large green and pink alien looking woman leered at Constantine. This was a bad idea, a terrible one, actually. Why did you listen to Batman, Wally? He should have just zoomed around this dimension instead of almost killing them by begging for help from dead aliens! Why would Dora the Explorer or whatever her name is want to help us?

"Because I've brought you your cousin, Diana of Themyscira?" Constantine told the amused tall as fuck lady. She was huuuuge-not in a rude way of course. Gid he's an idiot atleast he's to scared to speak. He's the Flash, faced of million of scarier foes but something about her just makes every hair on his body stand in fear. She kinda reminds him of Wonder Woman.

Wait, did he just say cousin-wait? Is he trying to sacrifice her to this random alien?? By telling her she's its cousin?? Is he telling the truth she is kinda of wearing armor like Wonder Woman, but still...

"Greeting cousin, I've heard many stories of your great cleverness." WW said to her. He guesses he was telling the truth if she's going with it.

"And of my great naivety and stupidity? You have been poisoned by spending all your time with these mortals if you think false flattery will endear me to you. What will you give me if I help and don't say your soul. I know who you are, John Constantine, and your reputation precedes you even here." She spoke with an even tone, but he could feel the power in her words as she toyed with the small box in her lap. Running her fingers across its lid and body. Tracing the beautiful woodwork.

"A favor. If you know of my reputation, you must know of my skills." Constantine quickly controlled himself and attempted to convince her again.

"I suppose it would be nice to hold a favor from such a skilled magician..." She appeared deep in thought, and from his position to the side, he could see Constantine's eye twitching from being called a magician. This was pretty fucking funny actually. He just hopes Constantine controls himself.

"You wanted a way to the Far Frozen, why? Does it have anything to do with the rumored lockdown over there?" Shit she wasn't convinced this was less funny....

"There's a lockdown...? That wasn't-"

"Calm yourself, magician. I have been invited for diplomatic reason recently and j suppose I could invite a few of you but not all of course. Tell me why you need to go there and ill put us on the list?" She praticaly purred the last part she knew she won.

"We-"

"Are looking for my sons." Batman interupted WW and what the hell was he thinking? Giving information to people we have no clue about! He was Batman he'd kick people out of the Justice League for that and now he's doing this!

"Your littlest one is in great pain. Burdened and heavy, how will you relieve that?" She pondered aloud her voice seemed to echo against the marble.

"He is my son. I will do anything to help him-them." Batman answered truthfully with full conviction.

The woman hummed thoughtfully. "He told me that would be your answer but can you keep your word. Can you accept that the son you lost will not be the son gained?"

"I thought The Lord of Time was the riddle fanatic?" Constsntine joked and the woman turned to him ever amused. "Well i enjoy some from time to time." She chuckled at her own joke and turned away toward her maze the one they came through. It wasn't a difficult one at all hardly newsworthy but he had a guess she had something to do with the skill level.

"A friend of mine has a beautiful ship. He would be delighted to escort mortals across the Realms."

"There are no large enough ectoplasmic pools for a ship large enough to hold our party. Mortals need more space than ghosts. We cannot simply hibernate like your kind." Zatanna answered this time he was wondering when she'd show back up. She had left in a flurry of magical nonsense for something but he didn't really understand her explanation.

"Ah but his ship does not sail the water but the sky." She reached into a pouch secured onto her leg below her fancy Greek skirt , which probably had a fancy special name, she pulled out a white whistle. It had runes and symbols all over it and they glowed a bright neon green. She blew into it but no sound came from it.

"Sounds broken-" He manged to whisper to Vic right next him. Victor glanced at him about to speak but a sudden loud crashing over head. He crashed to the floor while the gaint alien Greek ghost laughed at all of them. He looked up to the sky the large pirate ship with skeletons hanging out the side of it peering them. What the....

"Amen Auntie Dora! You called?" A young boy dressed in pirate gear complete with a skeleton parrot on his shoulder.

"It's 'ahoy' ugh why do even I try?" The pirate groaned loudly.

This is going to be one interesting voyage...

[guss-drawings]

[dc-comics-enjoyer]

More random hcs please, they are amazing

Thank you !! There you go ✨ (here's : part 1)

More random things I like to hc :

- When she's training, Diana listens to binaural beats claiming that it gives her the opportunity to train and meditate simultaneously. "It's an incredible time saving.", she'd say. Bruce would roll his eyes.

- Oliver and Hal would beg Batman to install a confessional in the Watchtower, like in reality shows. Because he obviously refuses, they'd stand in front of any security camera and use them as one, rambling on and on about the other members.

- Dick is a total extrovert. When he has some time to recharge in between day work and night vigilantism, he lets off steam in nightclubs. He took Tim (who-recharges-when-alone™) once : he hated it.

- Most of the time Dinah would show up at meetings with sunglasses to look "mysteriously cool". Actually, she can't sleep at night.

- Booster would definitely refer to himself in the third person.

- Clark being Bruce's personal masseur is one of their rituals. Whenever his super senses notice a specific tenseness in Batman's body, Clark would end up joining him in the batcave and giving him a massage session. Bruce would just accept it without a word (wrote a fic for this one : https://archiveofourown.org/works/56392753).

- When he's not the one leading the meeting, Batman is usually snacking on a bag of nuts.

- Alfred has a workshop in the manor where he makes pottery. He makes bat-shaped objects that everyone in the Batfam loves. He made mugs, plates, jars, etc.

- Booster would use Skeets as a soundboard to accompany his every actions and illustrate his jokes. Shayera lost her temper once and broke Skeets in half. No worries, Victor helped repair him, although it was still a traumatizing experience for Booster.

- Hal has a collection of Top Gun goodies. At some point, Bruce brought him the original G-1 jacket from Tom Cruise for his birthday.

- Batman is absolutely excellent at everything he puts his mind to, except the absolute purge that is the game Sekiro. It started when Tim was raging while playing the game. Bruce passed behind him and let out a fatherly "You should learn how to control your emotions better, Tim.". Cue Tim challenging him to play. Then, there remained Batman cursing at a screen, desperately replaying a boss fight for the nth time.

- Booster and Ted have this promise that if neither one of them gets married at a certain age, they'd marry each other. Although, Ted is still looking for love, Booster is satisfied with the idea he'd end up marrying Ted.

- Oliver's neck is very often covered in hickeys.

- Constantine and Alfred are actually good buddies. They facetime a lot when Alfred is busy in the kitchen and John has some free time. That's how John knows so much about Bruce.

- The batfam plays a game where they make up elaborate life stories for strangers they encounter in public. Using their detective skills, they later discover the real stories and the winner is the one whose made-up backstory comes closest to the truth.

- Sometimes, Victor and Clark play football together. They both loved it in the past and they both lost the opportunity to commit and progress in the field. It's just the two of them, but it still helps heal their inner teen.

[mikyapixie]

𝐃𝐂 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐂'𝐬 𝐊𝐚𝐥-𝐄𝐥-𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 #𝟏 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐐.𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 & 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐚, 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐳𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!

The whole Super-Family is hitting the road in a series of action-packed adventures across the great state of California. Supergirl's day at the beach is interrupted by a demonic creature from the deep & John Constantine!

Jon & Conner Kent team up to wrangle an escaped beast in the Redwoods! Bizarro (literally) crashes an audition for a major motion picture! And join Superman and Lois as a kaiju from the California Ocean comes for their family vacation! The Summer of Superman is heating up, so slather on some sunscreen and snag your latest beach read in stores this July!