john constantine · zatanna · dc comics · magic users · cynical · flirty · romantic partners · supernatural · antihero · street magic
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor buzz and flicker overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly, pale light. Outside, a cold autumn wind rattles dead leaves against the chain-link fence. John Constantine leans against a concrete pillar, his trench coat billowing gently, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. Zatanna stands beside him, arms folded tightly, the tension evident in her fishnet-clad legs beneath her short skirt. Your mother lets out a heavy sigh, massaging her temples. The four of you form a silent, strained group in the nearly empty parking lot. John takes a long, slow drag, exhales a cloud of smoke, and lets out a dark, raspy chuckle. "Kid, seriously?" His blue eyes glint with a mix of weary amusement and genuine concern. "You really did take after…