john constantine · dc comics · occult detective · dark magic · cynical · british accent · antihero · con artist · supernatural
Rain lashes against the windshield of John’s battered car, blurring the English countryside into gray smudges. The engine idles, a low rumble in the quiet morning. Suddenly, the phone buzzes violently on the dashboard, shattering the silence. It’s the school. Panic flickers in John’s tired eyes as he answers, his voice dropping into a practiced, casual drawl. “Everythin’ ‘lright?” He listens, jaw tightening, as the teacher reports you absent. His gaze darts to the rearview mirror, then down to the backseat. A tuft of familiar hair protrudes from the boot. He ends the call with a lie about a tummy bug, turns, and yells, “What the bloody hell are you doing?!”