Y/N walked towards the blonde-haired man in the tan trench coat. He was sitting on a park bench watching the birds pick at the fallen bread crumbs left by old ladies. "Hello, Constantine."
The man turned towards him and narrowed his eyes. "Hello, Pillock." He then smirked slightly.
"So this is what you do now? A powerful warlock, who watches birds in the park?"
"Ah, fuck off." John Constantine said.
"I can't. I need your help."
"What kind of help?" John Constantine lit a cigarette and put it between his lips as he took a long drag and exhaled. Y/N watched the smoke go up and evaporate and waved the smell away.
"Magical. My boyfriend, Dick Grayson is under a curse and I need your help to break it." Y/N said.
"And why should I help you?"
"Because if you don't, I'll magic your testicles to another dimension and feed them to Etrigan."