Johnny Constantine

Ok so this is a fan ep of if/when JC shows up in the show, don't mind me, just your everyday Magicblazer fangirl :D enjoy if you want, if you don't, that's ok!!

"God's sake, why is there so much light in this city?!" Said a certain blonde-haired warlock as he walked around the city of Metropolis in his heavy British accent. "And what is this building? Looks like Hell." He asked to no one in particular, looking at the front of Metropolis High. "Aha!" Someone shouted. "Skipping during class? Bad enough already. Now, going in front of the school? That's just plain dumb."

"'Ey, what the heck?! I don't even go to this bloody school!"

"Nice try, kid," the principal snarled, dragging the warlock into a room and throwing him in with the other students that had detention, Kara Danvers and Zee Zatara amongst others.

"We've got another skipper. Enjoy your time with these delinquents," he greeted before slamming the door. Zee cocked an eyebrow at the new kid. "So. What'd you get busted for?" She asked. He didn't answer, just stared at her. "Christ, she's gorgeous," he muttered to himself. "Hello? You okay? You good there?" Kara asked. "No- nothin'! Swear to God, I don't even go to this daft school. I was just walkin' about this city and saw this building, thought it looked like Hell, and then that old wanker grabbed my arm and threw me in here with you two."

"Sounds like you're a long way from home. What's your name?"

"Constantine, Love. John Constantine. My friends call me Johnny, but, I don't got any of those here 'cross the pond. Just John will do. Oh, an' I'm from England, if you were gonna ask that."

"Love?" Zee asked, her eyebrows raised. "Sorry, bad habit. Sorry... uh...?" He trailed off, silently asking for her name.

"Zatanna Zatara. Zee for short," she introduced, outstretching a hand.

"Zatanna. That's a pretty name you got there," John complimented, his face turning into a sideways, cocky smirk and shaking hands with the magician. "What'd you get thrown in 'ere for then, Zatanna?" He asked, sitting in the desk next to her and kicking his feet up on the desk.

"Apparently, using your phones during class is worth a detention."

"Aight, then, what'd you get thrown in 'ere for, Blondie?" He questioned. "Punched a teacher in the face," Zatanna answered. "Knocked him out, actually."

"Hey, it is not my fault Professor Stein decided to give me a zero. Says I didn't quote-on-quote "explain my answers." I hate that class, anyway. Besides, the teacher’s a wimp."

"Well, that's my kind of girl. What's your name?" John asked, grabbing a lollipop stick out of his coat and placing it in his mouth.

"Name's Kara Danvers, Constantine."

It was quiet for a few minutes until Kara broke the silence again. "What type of music you listen to?"

"Punk. Thrash. Metal. Basically anythin' with screaming blokes and/or birds, I swing both ways, electric guitars, and drums that want to melt your face off and bust your eardrums. You?"

"Okay, you're awesome. Ever heard of the Malevolent Maniaxe?" Kara questioned. "Heard of 'em? Heard of 'em?! They're the reason why I started my own gig in the first place!"

"You have your own gig?"

"Yeah, Mucous Membrane. Small punk band back over in England. Now, it's just me over here. Not that I'm complaining, I get to see this beauty of a woman sitting next to me an' have someone to talk to about American groups, which my group mates said were uncultured."

That went on for some time, with the two of them grilling each other for what groups they knew and what groups they didn't know all while Zee just stared at the clock, waiting for the time to pass.

Turns out, John Constantine did have one friend in America after all—

Kara Danvers.

**Seven days later**

"There's something off with him..." Zee said to herself in the early hours of the morning.

Last Friday...

What she thought was mumbles...

"Mechanico plumbum creare ex tenues auras," he muttered under his breath.

All the little things...

Latin.

Magic.

There was something off about him, she just didn't know what before.

Now, she does.

"John Constantine is a sorcerer."

She ran into the blonde-haired Brit in the hallway later that day, when he had surprisingly enrolled in the school. He was about to turn the corner when Zee stopped him. "Hey, John, wait!" She called out. He turned around. "Yeah?"

"Come with me." She grabbed his wrist and dragged him into some different room. "Oh, playin' like this, now, are we, Love?" He asked with that smirk he's given her too many times to count.

She rolled her eyes. "I know what you are."

"What, some foreign Brit who likes to look at you a little too much?" He asked again, fiddling with the toothpick he had in his mouth for some reason.

"A sorcerer."

"What? Nah, I don't- don't know what you're talkin' about, Love. Does it look like I know Latin? Know how to deal with the blokes down below, demons down there?"

"I never said a thing about demonic... well, anything. And, Latin's a lucky guess there, John."

They stared at each other for a good... ten minutes, trying to break one another. "I'm not taking no for an answer. I want to hear it, Constantine."

"Fine, you got me. How'd you find out?"

She muttered something under her breath. "What was that?"

Then the wind in the room picked up, both of them started levitating. "What the- what is this?!"

With a simple "Lecnac," from Zee's mouth, they were let down to the ground. "Cause, you're not the only one with a few tricks up their sleeves, John Constantine."

"That is..."

"Freaky?" Zee offered. "I was gonna say right an' proper brilliant, but, that works too. Backwards magic, init? There's a select few in the world that kn-... you're Zatanna. The bloody superhero. Can't believe it took me that long to figure that out. You probably learned magic from your old man."

"Tell me, John Constantine, where did you learn magic?"

**Three days later, the Hideout**

"Hey, Zee, there's something I gotta tell you about your new... um... friend? Boyfriend?" Babs said, a little confused.

"Friend. John is... a friend," Zee corrected. "Alright, anyway, I hacked into a few databases, whatever, I did my thing, and I found some stuff you're not going to like."

"Show me then, what am I not gonna like about him?" She asked. Babs pulled out her laptop and typed furiously at her keyboard for about five minutes until facing her laptop towards her friend. "Little eight-year-old girl, named Astra Logue, yeah?"

"Yes, I can read the title of the video. Despite what you might think, I can actually read. Daughter of Casanova Club owner in Newcastle, England, gone missing. What does this have to do with John?"

"Hello. My name- name is Natalie Logue. My baby girl... Astra... she was taken, kidnapped, killed, most likely. My husband was playing with something he shouldn't have been, and then there was him. The one who took away my life's purpose, the light in my life. John Constantine. He was the last person to see both my daughter and my husband before both of them went missing. If I had to say anyone was the culprit of the kidnapping of my baby girl, all my money and chips, kitchen sink and every bloody thing I have, it's going on that man. He's not worth whatever you think he is. He will con you, scam you, after he's done and got what he's wanted, he'll leave you in shambles, debt, and chaos. John, if you're reading this, you smug jerk, I want you to know that I blame you for everything that's gone wrong. My husband being dragged into the business you get into, my daughter going missing. I don't have any hard evidence, but, I know for a fact that it's you."

"How’s that for something that you won’t like?"

”I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding… I’ll go talk to him.”

”Zee, hon, I don’t mean to say it like this, but…” Jess trailed off, not sure how she should say this. ”You’re kind of blinded for him. Now, I’m all for romance and the sort, but, he seems like a… I don’t know, someone that would get you in trouble?” Karen offered. “I'm all for romance, don't get me wrong, but, I feel like he won't be good for you, Zee."

"Look, I know all of you have no clue what I see in him or whatever, but trust me, he’s worth it. I’ll go clear this up.”

She teleported out of the hideout to where Constantine was.

And then fell out to a rock concert in the middle of the Lazarus Pit. "Oh, my God, this is loud..." she muttered. "Zee? What 're you doing here, Love?"

"Astra Logue."

He froze.

"How'd you find that name?" He asked. "Tropelet," she muttered, teleporting the both of them to the hideout. "What the..?! You brought him here?! What in the world were you- are you thinking?!"

"Woah, what the bloody- hold on, what're the lot of ya doin' down 'ere? Where even is here?" John wondered. "Where the- what are you birds doin' here? Ho-... you all are the Super Hero Girls. Can't believe it took me that long to find out. I'm such a... how do you..? Dumb f-"

"Just say idiot," Jess cut the warlock off.

"Idiot, then. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot for not figuring out that you are superheroes. When Zee showed me her magic, when I found that she was Zatanna... I should've figured it out right then an' there."

Zee cleared her throat. "Ahem. Astra Logue, Johnny. Spill."

He sighed. "Where do I even..? Astra was a young girl that I was called in for a job with. She... her father had been summoning things an' beings he shouldn't have been... I was workin' a job with Chas Chandler an' the rest of my old mates back over the pond in the Casanova Club."

"Alright, then what happened?!"

"Calm down, Love, I'm gettin' there, promise," John insisted. "Well, get there faster before I punch you out of existence and our hideout, dork!" Kara threatened. "Fine, fine. I heard some screaming while I was backstage while Chas an' the rest of Mucous Membrane was with the others doin' well, something, I ran myself over to the basement. I went down there, saw Astra Logue down in the basement, bein' stuck in the middle of a ritual that her own father was orchestrating. I summoned a nasty bloke of my own t' battle out the one that was standin' in the room, Alex Logue himself. Turns out, I couldn't get the demon under control. Nergal's the name of the demon. He... finished off Alex, then I tried t' get poor Astra out of the ritual... but, only a demon or the warlock that started it 'im or 'erself can end the thing. I let Neron have full control, an' then... next thing ya know, a portal down under opened an' poor girl was thrown in..."

"Get out."

"Don't have t' ask me twice, Danvers. I'm outta this joint. See ya round?"

"You wish."

"John, John, please, don't go..." Zee pleaded. "Sorry, Love. No can do."

"John, please, I... I lo-"

"Onerariis!"