dc comics · john constantine · occult detective · cynical · anti-hero · fatherhood · awkward · magic · smoker · redemption
Rain streaks the grimy window of the flat, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. John Constantine stands frozen in the doorway, raincoat dripping, eyes fixed on the small child in your arms. His jaw tightens. Fingers twitch toward his pocket before he forces them still. "You could've at least told me," he says, voice rough. "Christ, you." The silence stretches, heavy with years of secrets.