John Constanine

John Constantine RP Blog ((Mun is 23))

[constantine-is-tired]

"Hey mate. The name's John Constantine and I am your guy if you need help dealing with shit. Got demons? Need to find someone? Or is there anything else going on that only magic can fix? Then I'm your guy.

Facts about me: I love cigarettes, cats and alcohol. I also never say no to a good time."

Feel free to interact with me if you want, I am always down to talk to anyone. OOC, OCs and canon characters are all free to interact. My main rules are that I ask that you are respectfull towards me (the mun) and that you respet the way I rp him. You can flirt with him if you want, but only if your character is 18+. I can and probably will do multiple ships.

Tags I will use on this blog:

#John answers for asks I get

#John's life for random posts from him

#Tunes for music he listens to/that fit him

#tw: suggestive and #tw: nsfw may also appear ((Feel free to block those tags if you don't wish to see that kind of content.))

OOC Stuff:

//Mun here, my name is Vic (he/him) and I am an adult (23 years old). I follow from

[constantine-is-tired]

Hands him an apple. ( @absolute-zatanna )

"Oh uh, thank you? Is there a reason you are giving me an apple?"

[absolute-zatanna]

"They're yummy and I like apples." She replied, waiting for him to take it.

[constantine-is-tired]

"Ah, I see." Constantine said and took the apple.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna seemed to wait for him to eat it in front of her, eyes focused on him.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine seemed to get what she was waiting for, so he ate the apple.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna nodded, pleased, looking up at him.

"It was delicious, right?"

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine nodded. "Very delicious."

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna took hold of his hand then pulled him along, sitting him down on a tree trunk.

She sat beside him, her demon wings unfurling from her back and stretching out.

"You don't remember how I got these, right?" She said softly, pointing at them.

[constantine-is-tired]

"I do not. My Zatanna doesn't have wings, luv."

[absolute-zatanna]

"Right...you're Zatanna..." she replied, sounding creatfallen at his words.

[constantine-is-tired]

"Are Ou bothered by not being my Zetanna?"

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Constantine was walking around the city, cursing under his breath as he tried to find a specific location. He had been searching for ten minutes and decided that that had been too long. So he approached the next best person he saw, which was Dick. "Hey mate, I need some help finding an adress. Can you help me? I've been looking for that goddamn house for 10 bloody minutes with no success."

@constantine-is-tired

((ayyye, speaking of Constantine...sorry this took so long, been fighting The Depression™ and playing in a discord. Lemme know if you want the link! All are welcome!))

"A house in Gotham? If you're talking a fully separate dwelling, that's more likely in the Suburbs; Bristol if it's historic. Brownstones are all you'll find this close to the center of the island."

Dick recognizes the man from Batman's files, but he's never needed to interact with him as Robin or Nightwing. He wonders if this is a cosmic coincidence or if the magician knows who he's talking to outside of the masks.

"Are you looking to move here?"

[constantine-is-tired]

((It's all good, hope you feel better now! And I will let you if I want it! ^^))

"No, I already have an adress here now. I got myself an apartment but I cannot find it." Constantine said with a sigh and took cigarette from his pocket, lightining it with one of his fingers with the help of fire magic. "I figured that maybe you could help me."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

(( https://discord.gg/df6wGnm2e one of us, one of us))

It says something about Gotham that only a few people glance over at the local minor celebrity chatting with the man who just made fire appear out of thin air. Some look like they want to stop and ask questions, but they decide to mind their own business. Good old Gotham City. John's lucky Dick's Ritchie Grayson persona is the kind of sheltered guy who would answer a stranger's questions about directions.

Come to think of it, that's probably why people were paying attention enough to notice that John hasn't used a lighter; Dick knows the citizens sometimes thinks they need to look out for the Waynes in all their generous, airheaded glory. It's insulting and sweet all at once.

"I'm pretty familiar with the City; I'm sure I could help you find your place! Maybe you can invite me in, too~"

The flirting is heavy, enough to make eavesdroppers roll their eyes. An excuse for Dick to talk privately with John, should this be a case. A way to reaffirm his ditzy reputation as a civilian. Maybe even a genuine offer, if this really is a happenstance meeting; John's a scruffy guy, but he's fit, usually competent, and unlikely to pursue more than an occasional shag.

...Dick will call his boyfriends if it looks like things are going that way.

[constantine-is-tired]

((Hehehehehe ))

Constantine, never one to back away from flirting, laughs and then took a drag of his cigratte. He blew the smoke out slowly and looked at Dick then. "If you help me find my place, I will definetly invite you inside. After all, I would need to properly thank you for the help~" He said and then leaned forward, speaking loud enough so only the other heard him. "And also because I need more help then just finding my adress."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick smirks easily and closes more distance, turning their conversation into something more discreet. Eyes are slipping away from them, registering a handsome young man getting cozy with an older fellow for personal and consensual reasons. Ah, the Wayne brood - always flirting with some scandal.

"Let's get you home then, sir; I'm always happy to help~"

John may be here for professional reasons, but it sounds as if he'd be willing to mix business with pleasure.

"So, what's the address? The faster we get there the longer we have to get to know one another."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine was definetly ready and willing to mix buisness with pleasure, a grin on his face when Dick closed more distance. "There it is." He said and held up a piece of paper with the adress written on it. "I do hope we get there fast. I definetly plan to get to know you better." He said and then leaned down more, whispering into his ear. "Both with and without clothes hopefully."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick reads the address and realizes that John has wound up only a few blocks away from where he needs to be. He smirks and turns his head to speak with their lips mere inches apart. Flirting chicken is always a fun game to play.

"You've come to the right man, sir. The name's Ritchie Grayson, but you can call me Dick. If you follow me, I can show you how to get me to your home..."

They're pushed close on the city sidewalk, the passing foot traffic passing less attention to them now. Dick breathes in, letting his chest press briefly against John's body, his blue eyes looking at him with a teasing challenge before he steps back to show the way to the elusive home.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned when Dick spoke with their lips mere inches apart. Oh, he could tell that this would be a lot of fun. He licked his lips when Dick pressed his chest briefly against his body, then chuckling under hsi breath when he stepped back.

He lit a cigarette, smoking while they walked. The older man made sure to walk as close beside the yonger man as he could get away with. He liked how not too many people payed attention to them the closer they got to adress. Some simply didn't care and others simply knew it was not a good idea to try and get involved into any buisness the blond seemed to be doing.

Once they got to the adress, Constantine opened the door with a flick of his wrist, using magic as unlcoking it would take too long. "Well, there we are. I think we should definetly get isnide now, so I can propely thank you for helping me get here~"

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Ah, the universal question: what first, business or pleasure? Dick knows which one he's interested in by the time they reach the elusive house. He strolls in as though he owns the place and casually grabs John's signature tie as he passes to pull the older man in after him.

"I'm all about being thanked, stud, but be a dear and smile for the camera first? I gotta get the go-ahead from my partner before we actually get to the fun part of this."

He doesn't really give John much of a choice, bringing out his phone and taking quite an... interesting perspective shot of the older man's face at the end of his tie.

"I could even ask one of them to join if you were so inclined, though they might be busy."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned as Dick pulled him inside while holding his tie. He knows he doesn't really have much of a choice when the younger man took a picture of him, so he did as asked and smiled at the camera, humming when Dick sent the picture to his partner.

"Well, I would say it depends on what you want, pretty boy. I wouldn't mind them joining us, but I also understand if they are too busy to join us. I am going to like this eitehr way."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

The response to Dick's text makes him snort in amusement. He gives the Brit another appraising look up and down.

"I'm curious about what kinda tricks a man of your talents might have up his sleeve. You're clean, right? Tested recently? I'm up to date on all human and intergalactic-human-safe immunizations, but I wouldn't know how to avoid anything magic-based."

Honestly, Dick is mostly certain that Constantine isn't hoarding diseases no matter what his lovers might assume, but he'd promised them that he'd be safer about fucking around.

"As for what I like...you know who I am, right? I like when guys get rough with me...you've worked with Bruce - I'm sure he's pissed you off before. What do you think about fucking his son stupid in revenge?"

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned. "Well, I have a lot of sex realted tricks. They go from letting usefull stuff like tentacles or invisible hands appear, but they also cover a spell where I could have you wet and loose without needing to prepare you with my fingers." He said with a grin and amde the last bit of his cigarette dissapear. "And yes, I am clean. Despite what many other people think, I get myself tested once a week just in case."

He then had a glint in his eyes. "Yes, I do know who you are. And fucking Spooky's son stupid in revenge for him pissing me off so many times is something I think is hot. I really want to fuck you stupid, make you unable to think about anything other then pleasure~"

[illiteratedickgrayson]

One more hurried text is sent before Dick closes his phone and pockets it, his attention now fully on the man in front of him.

"It looks like we might have company, though it'll be a surprise to see how they get here. If you ask nicely and perform well, Azrael might let you put a cigarette out on me just so he has a mark to make into his own."

The younger man's smile grows in lustful excitement at the thought of being so degraded. He stalks forward to run his hands over John's clothed chest, pressing himself against the man with a softly assessing noise.

"My safeword is 'Gravity' and if my mouth is otherwise occupied, I'll snap twice. Do you want to wait for my boyfriends to join us or do you want to demonstrate some of that prep magic?"

[constantine-is-tired]

"Oh, I do hope he lets me do that. I bet cigarette scars will look lovely on your skin~" Constantine purred and smirked when Dick pressed himself against him, liking how lustfully excited he looked.

"My safeword is Lucifer and I will make a mental note of the snap thing." The older man said and reached up to loose his tie. "I think I do want to demonstarte some of that prep magic, so you are all lose and ready once he gets here~"

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick pulls the tie off over John's head before he can fully unknot it. The younger man loops the neck of the cloth around his own wrists in a complicated pattern that he somehow makes look easy and tugs it tight with his teeth, grinning wolfishly at the Englishman.

"How about a little improvised businessman bondage, too? Don't you think I look at my best when I'm a little helpless?"

A man like Richard Grayson knows how to move his body to command a room's attention, whether as a leader or a lover. Now, he drops to his knees slowly, making sure he keeps John's attention on his steady decline and the way his lips seem to pout handsomely.

"You've got Batman's son on his knees for you; Bruce Wayne's bratty little trust fund nepo-baby. Doesn't it make you want to wrap your belt around his neck? Make him kiss it before you crack that leather across his entitled ass? C'mon, John...fuck me until I'm too ashamed to tell Daddy that I don't know who got me pregnant - you or Azrael."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine smirked at that and moved a hand to Dick's hair, pulling on it a bit, testing if he was into that. "I can tell that making a mess out of you will be so much fun, baby~ I wonder if your mouth is good as sucking cook as it is at talking dirty~" He cooed and opened his belt with one hand, his other hand lighting a new cigarette that he put into his own mouth.

He then waved his other hand and made Dick's clothes dissapear, looking down at his body with an almost greedy look in his eyes. "Go ahead and kiss my belt before I use it on you while you suck my cock~"

[constantine-is-tired]

Hey, man. I haven't asked he you settled in yet.

@riddlers-assistant-andrew

Oh yeah, I habe settled in. Quite good may I add.

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Constantine was walking around the city, cursing under his breath as he tried to find a specific location. He had been searching for ten minutes and decided that that had been too long. So he approached the next best person he saw, which was Dick. "Hey mate, I need some help finding an adress. Can you help me? I've been looking for that goddamn house for 10 bloody minutes with no success."

@constantine-is-tired

((ayyye, speaking of Constantine...sorry this took so long, been fighting The Depression™ and playing in a discord. Lemme know if you want the link! All are welcome!))

"A house in Gotham? If you're talking a fully separate dwelling, that's more likely in the Suburbs; Bristol if it's historic. Brownstones are all you'll find this close to the center of the island."

Dick recognizes the man from Batman's files, but he's never needed to interact with him as Robin or Nightwing. He wonders if this is a cosmic coincidence or if the magician knows who he's talking to outside of the masks.

"Are you looking to move here?"

[constantine-is-tired]

((It's all good, hope you feel better now! And I will let you if I want it! ^^))

"No, I already have an adress here now. I got myself an apartment but I cannot find it." Constantine said with a sigh and took cigarette from his pocket, lightining it with one of his fingers with the help of fire magic. "I figured that maybe you could help me."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

(( https://discord.gg/df6wGnm2e one of us, one of us))

It says something about Gotham that only a few people glance over at the local minor celebrity chatting with the man who just made fire appear out of thin air. Some look like they want to stop and ask questions, but they decide to mind their own business. Good old Gotham City. John's lucky Dick's Ritchie Grayson persona is the kind of sheltered guy who would answer a stranger's questions about directions.

Come to think of it, that's probably why people were paying attention enough to notice that John hasn't used a lighter; Dick knows the citizens sometimes thinks they need to look out for the Waynes in all their generous, airheaded glory. It's insulting and sweet all at once.

"I'm pretty familiar with the City; I'm sure I could help you find your place! Maybe you can invite me in, too~"

The flirting is heavy, enough to make eavesdroppers roll their eyes. An excuse for Dick to talk privately with John, should this be a case. A way to reaffirm his ditzy reputation as a civilian. Maybe even a genuine offer, if this really is a happenstance meeting; John's a scruffy guy, but he's fit, usually competent, and unlikely to pursue more than an occasional shag.

...Dick will call his boyfriends if it looks like things are going that way.

[constantine-is-tired]

((Hehehehehe ))

Constantine, never one to back away from flirting, laughs and then took a drag of his cigratte. He blew the smoke out slowly and looked at Dick then. "If you help me find my place, I will definetly invite you inside. After all, I would need to properly thank you for the help~" He said and then leaned forward, speaking loud enough so only the other heard him. "And also because I need more help then just finding my adress."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick smirks easily and closes more distance, turning their conversation into something more discreet. Eyes are slipping away from them, registering a handsome young man getting cozy with an older fellow for personal and consensual reasons. Ah, the Wayne brood - always flirting with some scandal.

"Let's get you home then, sir; I'm always happy to help~"

John may be here for professional reasons, but it sounds as if he'd be willing to mix business with pleasure.

"So, what's the address? The faster we get there the longer we have to get to know one another."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine was definetly ready and willing to mix buisness with pleasure, a grin on his face when Dick closed more distance. "There it is." He said and held up a piece of paper with the adress written on it. "I do hope we get there fast. I definetly plan to get to know you better." He said and then leaned down more, whispering into his ear. "Both with and without clothes hopefully."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick reads the address and realizes that John has wound up only a few blocks away from where he needs to be. He smirks and turns his head to speak with their lips mere inches apart. Flirting chicken is always a fun game to play.

"You've come to the right man, sir. The name's Ritchie Grayson, but you can call me Dick. If you follow me, I can show you how to get me to your home..."

They're pushed close on the city sidewalk, the passing foot traffic passing less attention to them now. Dick breathes in, letting his chest press briefly against John's body, his blue eyes looking at him with a teasing challenge before he steps back to show the way to the elusive home.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned when Dick spoke with their lips mere inches apart. Oh, he could tell that this would be a lot of fun. He licked his lips when Dick pressed his chest briefly against his body, then chuckling under hsi breath when he stepped back.

He lit a cigarette, smoking while they walked. The older man made sure to walk as close beside the yonger man as he could get away with. He liked how not too many people payed attention to them the closer they got to adress. Some simply didn't care and others simply knew it was not a good idea to try and get involved into any buisness the blond seemed to be doing.

Once they got to the adress, Constantine opened the door with a flick of his wrist, using magic as unlcoking it would take too long. "Well, there we are. I think we should definetly get isnide now, so I can propely thank you for helping me get here~"

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Ah, the universal question: what first, business or pleasure? Dick knows which one he's interested in by the time they reach the elusive house. He strolls in as though he owns the place and casually grabs John's signature tie as he passes to pull the older man in after him.

"I'm all about being thanked, stud, but be a dear and smile for the camera first? I gotta get the go-ahead from my partner before we actually get to the fun part of this."

He doesn't really give John much of a choice, bringing out his phone and taking quite an... interesting perspective shot of the older man's face at the end of his tie.

"I could even ask one of them to join if you were so inclined, though they might be busy."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned as Dick pulled him inside while holding his tie. He knows he doesn't really have much of a choice when the younger man took a picture of him, so he did as asked and smiled at the camera, humming when Dick sent the picture to his partner.

"Well, I would say it depends on what you want, pretty boy. I wouldn't mind them joining us, but I also understand if they are too busy to join us. I am going to like this eitehr way."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

The response to Dick's text makes him snort in amusement. He gives the Brit another appraising look up and down.

"I'm curious about what kinda tricks a man of your talents might have up his sleeve. You're clean, right? Tested recently? I'm up to date on all human and intergalactic-human-safe immunizations, but I wouldn't know how to avoid anything magic-based."

Honestly, Dick is mostly certain that Constantine isn't hoarding diseases no matter what his lovers might assume, but he'd promised them that he'd be safer about fucking around.

"As for what I like...you know who I am, right? I like when guys get rough with me...you've worked with Bruce - I'm sure he's pissed you off before. What do you think about fucking his son stupid in revenge?"

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned. "Well, I have a lot of sex realted tricks. They go from letting usefull stuff like tentacles or invisible hands appear, but they also cover a spell where I could have you wet and loose without needing to prepare you with my fingers." He said with a grin and amde the last bit of his cigarette dissapear. "And yes, I am clean. Despite what many other people think, I get myself tested once a week just in case."

He then had a glint in his eyes. "Yes, I do know who you are. And fucking Spooky's son stupid in revenge for him pissing me off so many times is something I think is hot. I really want to fuck you stupid, make you unable to think about anything other then pleasure~"

[illiteratedickgrayson]

One more hurried text is sent before Dick closes his phone and pockets it, his attention now fully on the man in front of him.

"It looks like we might have company, though it'll be a surprise to see how they get here. If you ask nicely and perform well, Azrael might let you put a cigarette out on me just so he has a mark to make into his own."

The younger man's smile grows in lustful excitement at the thought of being so degraded. He stalks forward to run his hands over John's clothed chest, pressing himself against the man with a softly assessing noise.

"My safeword is 'Gravity' and if my mouth is otherwise occupied, I'll snap twice. Do you want to wait for my boyfriends to join us or do you want to demonstrate some of that prep magic?"

[constantine-is-tired]

"Oh, I do hope he lets me do that. I bet cigarette scars will look lovely on your skin~" Constantine purred and smirked when Dick pressed himself against him, liking how lustfully excited he looked.

"My safeword is Lucifer and I will make a mental note of the snap thing." The older man said and reached up to loose his tie. "I think I do want to demonstarte some of that prep magic, so you are all lose and ready once he gets here~"

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Constantine was walking around the city, cursing under his breath as he tried to find a specific location. He had been searching for ten minutes and decided that that had been too long. So he approached the next best person he saw, which was Dick. "Hey mate, I need some help finding an adress. Can you help me? I've been looking for that goddamn house for 10 bloody minutes with no success."

@constantine-is-tired

((ayyye, speaking of Constantine...sorry this took so long, been fighting The Depression™ and playing in a discord. Lemme know if you want the link! All are welcome!))

"A house in Gotham? If you're talking a fully separate dwelling, that's more likely in the Suburbs; Bristol if it's historic. Brownstones are all you'll find this close to the center of the island."

Dick recognizes the man from Batman's files, but he's never needed to interact with him as Robin or Nightwing. He wonders if this is a cosmic coincidence or if the magician knows who he's talking to outside of the masks.

"Are you looking to move here?"

[constantine-is-tired]

((It's all good, hope you feel better now! And I will let you if I want it! ^^))

"No, I already have an adress here now. I got myself an apartment but I cannot find it." Constantine said with a sigh and took cigarette from his pocket, lightining it with one of his fingers with the help of fire magic. "I figured that maybe you could help me."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

(( https://discord.gg/df6wGnm2e one of us, one of us))

It says something about Gotham that only a few people glance over at the local minor celebrity chatting with the man who just made fire appear out of thin air. Some look like they want to stop and ask questions, but they decide to mind their own business. Good old Gotham City. John's lucky Dick's Ritchie Grayson persona is the kind of sheltered guy who would answer a stranger's questions about directions.

Come to think of it, that's probably why people were paying attention enough to notice that John hasn't used a lighter; Dick knows the citizens sometimes thinks they need to look out for the Waynes in all their generous, airheaded glory. It's insulting and sweet all at once.

"I'm pretty familiar with the City; I'm sure I could help you find your place! Maybe you can invite me in, too~"

The flirting is heavy, enough to make eavesdroppers roll their eyes. An excuse for Dick to talk privately with John, should this be a case. A way to reaffirm his ditzy reputation as a civilian. Maybe even a genuine offer, if this really is a happenstance meeting; John's a scruffy guy, but he's fit, usually competent, and unlikely to pursue more than an occasional shag.

...Dick will call his boyfriends if it looks like things are going that way.

[constantine-is-tired]

((Hehehehehe ))

Constantine, never one to back away from flirting, laughs and then took a drag of his cigratte. He blew the smoke out slowly and looked at Dick then. "If you help me find my place, I will definetly invite you inside. After all, I would need to properly thank you for the help~" He said and then leaned forward, speaking loud enough so only the other heard him. "And also because I need more help then just finding my adress."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick smirks easily and closes more distance, turning their conversation into something more discreet. Eyes are slipping away from them, registering a handsome young man getting cozy with an older fellow for personal and consensual reasons. Ah, the Wayne brood - always flirting with some scandal.

"Let's get you home then, sir; I'm always happy to help~"

John may be here for professional reasons, but it sounds as if he'd be willing to mix business with pleasure.

"So, what's the address? The faster we get there the longer we have to get to know one another."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine was definetly ready and willing to mix buisness with pleasure, a grin on his face when Dick closed more distance. "There it is." He said and held up a piece of paper with the adress written on it. "I do hope we get there fast. I definetly plan to get to know you better." He said and then leaned down more, whispering into his ear. "Both with and without clothes hopefully."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick reads the address and realizes that John has wound up only a few blocks away from where he needs to be. He smirks and turns his head to speak with their lips mere inches apart. Flirting chicken is always a fun game to play.

"You've come to the right man, sir. The name's Ritchie Grayson, but you can call me Dick. If you follow me, I can show you how to get me to your home..."

They're pushed close on the city sidewalk, the passing foot traffic passing less attention to them now. Dick breathes in, letting his chest press briefly against John's body, his blue eyes looking at him with a teasing challenge before he steps back to show the way to the elusive home.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned when Dick spoke with their lips mere inches apart. Oh, he could tell that this would be a lot of fun. He licked his lips when Dick pressed his chest briefly against his body, then chuckling under hsi breath when he stepped back.

He lit a cigarette, smoking while they walked. The older man made sure to walk as close beside the yonger man as he could get away with. He liked how not too many people payed attention to them the closer they got to adress. Some simply didn't care and others simply knew it was not a good idea to try and get involved into any buisness the blond seemed to be doing.

Once they got to the adress, Constantine opened the door with a flick of his wrist, using magic as unlcoking it would take too long. "Well, there we are. I think we should definetly get isnide now, so I can propely thank you for helping me get here~"

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Ah, the universal question: what first, business or pleasure? Dick knows which one he's interested in by the time they reach the elusive house. He strolls in as though he owns the place and casually grabs John's signature tie as he passes to pull the older man in after him.

"I'm all about being thanked, stud, but be a dear and smile for the camera first? I gotta get the go-ahead from my partner before we actually get to the fun part of this."

He doesn't really give John much of a choice, bringing out his phone and taking quite an... interesting perspective shot of the older man's face at the end of his tie.

"I could even ask one of them to join if you were so inclined, though they might be busy."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned as Dick pulled him inside while holding his tie. He knows he doesn't really have much of a choice when the younger man took a picture of him, so he did as asked and smiled at the camera, humming when Dick sent the picture to his partner.

"Well, I would say it depends on what you want, pretty boy. I wouldn't mind them joining us, but I also understand if they are too busy to join us. I am going to like this eitehr way."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

The response to Dick's text makes him snort in amusement. He gives the Brit another appraising look up and down.

"I'm curious about what kinda tricks a man of your talents might have up his sleeve. You're clean, right? Tested recently? I'm up to date on all human and intergalactic-human-safe immunizations, but I wouldn't know how to avoid anything magic-based."

Honestly, Dick is mostly certain that Constantine isn't hoarding diseases no matter what his lovers might assume, but he'd promised them that he'd be safer about fucking around.

"As for what I like...you know who I am, right? I like when guys get rough with me...you've worked with Bruce - I'm sure he's pissed you off before. What do you think about fucking his son stupid in revenge?"

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned. "Well, I have a lot of sex realted tricks. They go from letting usefull stuff like tentacles or invisible hands appear, but they also cover a spell where I could have you wet and loose without needing to prepare you with my fingers." He said with a grin and amde the last bit of his cigarette dissapear. "And yes, I am clean. Despite what many other people think, I get myself tested once a week just in case."

He then had a glint in his eyes. "Yes, I do know who you are. And fucking Spooky's son stupid in revenge for him pissing me off so many times is something I think is hot. I really want to fuck you stupid, make you unable to think about anything other then pleasure~"

[constantine-is-tired]

Hands him an apple. ( @absolute-zatanna )

"Oh uh, thank you? Is there a reason you are giving me an apple?"

[absolute-zatanna]

"They're yummy and I like apples." She replied, waiting for him to take it.

[constantine-is-tired]

"Ah, I see." Constantine said and took the apple.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna seemed to wait for him to eat it in front of her, eyes focused on him.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine seemed to get what she was waiting for, so he ate the apple.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna nodded, pleased, looking up at him.

"It was delicious, right?"

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine nodded. "Very delicious."

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna took hold of his hand then pulled him along, sitting him down on a tree trunk.

She sat beside him, her demon wings unfurling from her back and stretching out.

"You don't remember how I got these, right?" She said softly, pointing at them.

[constantine-is-tired]

"I do not. My Zatanna doesn't have wings, luv."

[constantine-is-tired]

I got jumped by a demon in a Waffle House parking lot

Give me the adress then, so I can take care of it.

[constantine-is-tired]

Hands him an apple. ( @absolute-zatanna )

"Oh uh, thank you? Is there a reason you are giving me an apple?"

[absolute-zatanna]

"They're yummy and I like apples." She replied, waiting for him to take it.

[constantine-is-tired]

"Ah, I see." Constantine said and took the apple.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna seemed to wait for him to eat it in front of her, eyes focused on him.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine seemed to get what she was waiting for, so he ate the apple.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna nodded, pleased, looking up at him.

"It was delicious, right?"

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine nodded. "Very delicious."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Constantine was walking around the city, cursing under his breath as he tried to find a specific location. He had been searching for ten minutes and decided that that had been too long. So he approached the next best person he saw, which was Dick. "Hey mate, I need some help finding an adress. Can you help me? I've been looking for that goddamn house for 10 bloody minutes with no success."

@constantine-is-tired

((ayyye, speaking of Constantine...sorry this took so long, been fighting The Depression™ and playing in a discord. Lemme know if you want the link! All are welcome!))

"A house in Gotham? If you're talking a fully separate dwelling, that's more likely in the Suburbs; Bristol if it's historic. Brownstones are all you'll find this close to the center of the island."

Dick recognizes the man from Batman's files, but he's never needed to interact with him as Robin or Nightwing. He wonders if this is a cosmic coincidence or if the magician knows who he's talking to outside of the masks.

"Are you looking to move here?"

[constantine-is-tired]

((It's all good, hope you feel better now! And I will let you if I want it! ^^))

"No, I already have an adress here now. I got myself an apartment but I cannot find it." Constantine said with a sigh and took cigarette from his pocket, lightining it with one of his fingers with the help of fire magic. "I figured that maybe you could help me."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

(( https://discord.gg/df6wGnm2e one of us, one of us))

It says something about Gotham that only a few people glance over at the local minor celebrity chatting with the man who just made fire appear out of thin air. Some look like they want to stop and ask questions, but they decide to mind their own business. Good old Gotham City. John's lucky Dick's Ritchie Grayson persona is the kind of sheltered guy who would answer a stranger's questions about directions.

Come to think of it, that's probably why people were paying attention enough to notice that John hasn't used a lighter; Dick knows the citizens sometimes thinks they need to look out for the Waynes in all their generous, airheaded glory. It's insulting and sweet all at once.

"I'm pretty familiar with the City; I'm sure I could help you find your place! Maybe you can invite me in, too~"

The flirting is heavy, enough to make eavesdroppers roll their eyes. An excuse for Dick to talk privately with John, should this be a case. A way to reaffirm his ditzy reputation as a civilian. Maybe even a genuine offer, if this really is a happenstance meeting; John's a scruffy guy, but he's fit, usually competent, and unlikely to pursue more than an occasional shag.

...Dick will call his boyfriends if it looks like things are going that way.

[constantine-is-tired]

((Hehehehehe ))

Constantine, never one to back away from flirting, laughs and then took a drag of his cigratte. He blew the smoke out slowly and looked at Dick then. "If you help me find my place, I will definetly invite you inside. After all, I would need to properly thank you for the help~" He said and then leaned forward, speaking loud enough so only the other heard him. "And also because I need more help then just finding my adress."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick smirks easily and closes more distance, turning their conversation into something more discreet. Eyes are slipping away from them, registering a handsome young man getting cozy with an older fellow for personal and consensual reasons. Ah, the Wayne brood - always flirting with some scandal.

"Let's get you home then, sir; I'm always happy to help~"

John may be here for professional reasons, but it sounds as if he'd be willing to mix business with pleasure.

"So, what's the address? The faster we get there the longer we have to get to know one another."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine was definetly ready and willing to mix buisness with pleasure, a grin on his face when Dick closed more distance. "There it is." He said and held up a piece of paper with the adress written on it. "I do hope we get there fast. I definetly plan to get to know you better." He said and then leaned down more, whispering into his ear. "Both with and without clothes hopefully."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick reads the address and realizes that John has wound up only a few blocks away from where he needs to be. He smirks and turns his head to speak with their lips mere inches apart. Flirting chicken is always a fun game to play.

"You've come to the right man, sir. The name's Ritchie Grayson, but you can call me Dick. If you follow me, I can show you how to get me to your home..."

They're pushed close on the city sidewalk, the passing foot traffic passing less attention to them now. Dick breathes in, letting his chest press briefly against John's body, his blue eyes looking at him with a teasing challenge before he steps back to show the way to the elusive home.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned when Dick spoke with their lips mere inches apart. Oh, he could tell that this would be a lot of fun. He licked his lips when Dick pressed his chest briefly against his body, then chuckling under hsi breath when he stepped back.

He lit a cigarette, smoking while they walked. The older man made sure to walk as close beside the yonger man as he could get away with. He liked how not too many people payed attention to them the closer they got to adress. Some simply didn't care and others simply knew it was not a good idea to try and get involved into any buisness the blond seemed to be doing.

Once they got to the adress, Constantine opened the door with a flick of his wrist, using magic as unlcoking it would take too long. "Well, there we are. I think we should definetly get isnide now, so I can propely thank you for helping me get here~"

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Ah, the universal question: what first, business or pleasure? Dick knows which one he's interested in by the time they reach the elusive house. He strolls in as though he owns the place and casually grabs John's signature tie as he passes to pull the older man in after him.

"I'm all about being thanked, stud, but be a dear and smile for the camera first? I gotta get the go-ahead from my partner before we actually get to the fun part of this."

He doesn't really give John much of a choice, bringing out his phone and taking quite an... interesting perspective shot of the older man's face at the end of his tie.

"I could even ask one of them to join if you were so inclined, though they might be busy."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned as Dick pulled him inside while holding his tie. He knows he doesn't really have much of a choice when the younger man took a picture of him, so he did as asked and smiled at the camera, humming when Dick sent the picture to his partner.

"Well, I would say it depends on what you want, pretty boy. I wouldn't mind them joining us, but I also understand if they are too busy to join us. I am going to like this eitehr way."

[constantine-is-tired]

Hands him an apple. ( @absolute-zatanna )

"Oh uh, thank you? Is there a reason you are giving me an apple?"

[absolute-zatanna]

"They're yummy and I like apples." She replied, waiting for him to take it.

[constantine-is-tired]

"Ah, I see." Constantine said and took the apple.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna seemed to wait for him to eat it in front of her, eyes focused on him.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine seemed to get what she was waiting for, so he ate the apple.

[constantine-is-tired]

Hands him an apple. ( @absolute-zatanna )

"Oh uh, thank you? Is there a reason you are giving me an apple?"

[absolute-zatanna]

"They're yummy and I like apples." She replied, waiting for him to take it.

[constantine-is-tired]

"Ah, I see." Constantine said and took the apple.

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Constantine was walking around the city, cursing under his breath as he tried to find a specific location. He had been searching for ten minutes and decided that that had been too long. So he approached the next best person he saw, which was Dick. "Hey mate, I need some help finding an adress. Can you help me? I've been looking for that goddamn house for 10 bloody minutes with no success."

@constantine-is-tired

((ayyye, speaking of Constantine...sorry this took so long, been fighting The Depression™ and playing in a discord. Lemme know if you want the link! All are welcome!))

"A house in Gotham? If you're talking a fully separate dwelling, that's more likely in the Suburbs; Bristol if it's historic. Brownstones are all you'll find this close to the center of the island."

Dick recognizes the man from Batman's files, but he's never needed to interact with him as Robin or Nightwing. He wonders if this is a cosmic coincidence or if the magician knows who he's talking to outside of the masks.

"Are you looking to move here?"

[constantine-is-tired]

((It's all good, hope you feel better now! And I will let you if I want it! ^^))

"No, I already have an adress here now. I got myself an apartment but I cannot find it." Constantine said with a sigh and took cigarette from his pocket, lightining it with one of his fingers with the help of fire magic. "I figured that maybe you could help me."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

(( https://discord.gg/df6wGnm2e one of us, one of us))

It says something about Gotham that only a few people glance over at the local minor celebrity chatting with the man who just made fire appear out of thin air. Some look like they want to stop and ask questions, but they decide to mind their own business. Good old Gotham City. John's lucky Dick's Ritchie Grayson persona is the kind of sheltered guy who would answer a stranger's questions about directions.

Come to think of it, that's probably why people were paying attention enough to notice that John hasn't used a lighter; Dick knows the citizens sometimes thinks they need to look out for the Waynes in all their generous, airheaded glory. It's insulting and sweet all at once.

"I'm pretty familiar with the City; I'm sure I could help you find your place! Maybe you can invite me in, too~"

The flirting is heavy, enough to make eavesdroppers roll their eyes. An excuse for Dick to talk privately with John, should this be a case. A way to reaffirm his ditzy reputation as a civilian. Maybe even a genuine offer, if this really is a happenstance meeting; John's a scruffy guy, but he's fit, usually competent, and unlikely to pursue more than an occasional shag.

...Dick will call his boyfriends if it looks like things are going that way.

[constantine-is-tired]

((Hehehehehe ))

Constantine, never one to back away from flirting, laughs and then took a drag of his cigratte. He blew the smoke out slowly and looked at Dick then. "If you help me find my place, I will definetly invite you inside. After all, I would need to properly thank you for the help~" He said and then leaned forward, speaking loud enough so only the other heard him. "And also because I need more help then just finding my adress."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick smirks easily and closes more distance, turning their conversation into something more discreet. Eyes are slipping away from them, registering a handsome young man getting cozy with an older fellow for personal and consensual reasons. Ah, the Wayne brood - always flirting with some scandal.

"Let's get you home then, sir; I'm always happy to help~"

John may be here for professional reasons, but it sounds as if he'd be willing to mix business with pleasure.

"So, what's the address? The faster we get there the longer we have to get to know one another."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine was definetly ready and willing to mix buisness with pleasure, a grin on his face when Dick closed more distance. "There it is." He said and held up a piece of paper with the adress written on it. "I do hope we get there fast. I definetly plan to get to know you better." He said and then leaned down more, whispering into his ear. "Both with and without clothes hopefully."

[illiteratedickgrayson]

Dick reads the address and realizes that John has wound up only a few blocks away from where he needs to be. He smirks and turns his head to speak with their lips mere inches apart. Flirting chicken is always a fun game to play.

"You've come to the right man, sir. The name's Ritchie Grayson, but you can call me Dick. If you follow me, I can show you how to get me to your home..."

They're pushed close on the city sidewalk, the passing foot traffic passing less attention to them now. Dick breathes in, letting his chest press briefly against John's body, his blue eyes looking at him with a teasing challenge before he steps back to show the way to the elusive home.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine grinned when Dick spoke with their lips mere inches apart. Oh, he could tell that this would be a lot of fun. He licked his lips when Dick pressed his chest briefly against his body, then chuckling under hsi breath when he stepped back.

He lit a cigarette, smoking while they walked. The older man made sure to walk as close beside the yonger man as he could get away with. He liked how not too many people payed attention to them the closer they got to adress. Some simply didn't care and others simply knew it was not a good idea to try and get involved into any buisness the blond seemed to be doing.

Once they got to the adress, Constantine opened the door with a flick of his wrist, using magic as unlcoking it would take too long. "Well, there we are. I think we should definetly get isnide now, so I can propely thank you for helping me get here~"

[constantine-is-tired]

Hands him an apple. ( @absolute-zatanna )

"Oh uh, thank you? Is there a reason you are giving me an apple?"

[constantine-is-tired]

I have come to check in on you like I said I would.- ( @absolute-zatanna )

I am doing a bit better now, luv. I made a new friend that gave me a hug and let me have a good cry.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna is holding another monster plush, handing it to him.

"That's very good, John."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine took it and smiled at it, holding it close then. "You calling me John, hm? I guess I will allow it since second name basis is a bit weird when it comes to you."

[absolute-zatanna]

"You call me 'luv' instead of my name." She pointed out, though there was no mirth.

[constantine-is-tired]

"Yeah, but that's normal for me. I call women luv and men mate. And people with other pronouns get called whatever they want."

[absolute-zatanna]

"I just think it's funny because I've never told you my name or anything." She replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes.

[constantine-is-tired]

"You indeed didn't. But I do know what your name is."

[absolute-zatanna]

"Is she good here?" Zatanna asked him.

[constantine-is-tired]

"She probably is. I would say yes, but this isn't my universe. Plus, my Zatanna doesn't really like me that much."

[absolute-zatanna]

"As long as she's not like me, I'm okay with it." She replied.

[constantine-is-tired]

"You haven't told me what a dumbass I am yet, so yeah, she isn't like you. And she would never give me plushies."

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna went quiet for a moment, eyebrows furrowed.

"Hmmm. I thought she loved you."

[constantine-is-tired]

"She did. And then I did what I always seem to do: I messed up so bad. And she broke up with me because of that."

[absolute-zatanna]

"Ah. Um..." she reached up and awkwardly patted his head. "There, there."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine blinked and then chuckled at how akward she was. He found it kind of cute.

[absolute-zatanna]

"All better?" She asked.

[constantine-is-tired]

"A bit better." Constantine said smiling.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna dropped her hand to her side and gave him another plushie.

"It will be okay." She replied, sounding threatening rather than encouraging.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine blinked and took the plushie, smiling more. "It will be."

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna nodded.

"Is there anything else?"

[constantine-is-tired]

"Can I have another head pat?"

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna blinked in surprise, but nodded as she reached up and patted his head again.

"There, there, John, it's not all bad."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine smiled all big at that.

[absolute-zatanna]

"See? It's not so bad. You're smiling. That's a good thing." She told him, as she kept patting his head.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine nodded smiling. "It's a good thing."

[constantine-is-tired]

I have come to check in on you like I said I would.- ( @absolute-zatanna )

I am doing a bit better now, luv. I made a new friend that gave me a hug and let me have a good cry.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna is holding another monster plush, handing it to him.

"That's very good, John."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine took it and smiled at it, holding it close then. "You calling me John, hm? I guess I will allow it since second name basis is a bit weird when it comes to you."

[absolute-zatanna]

"You call me 'luv' instead of my name." She pointed out, though there was no mirth.

[constantine-is-tired]

"Yeah, but that's normal for me. I call women luv and men mate. And people with other pronouns get called whatever they want."

[absolute-zatanna]

"I just think it's funny because I've never told you my name or anything." She replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes.

[constantine-is-tired]

"You indeed didn't. But I do know what your name is."

[absolute-zatanna]

"Is she good here?" Zatanna asked him.

[constantine-is-tired]

"She probably is. I would say yes, but this isn't my universe. Plus, my Zatanna doesn't really like me that much."

[absolute-zatanna]

"As long as she's not like me, I'm okay with it." She replied.

[constantine-is-tired]

"You haven't told me what a dumbass I am yet, so yeah, she isn't like you. And she would never give me plushies."

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna went quiet for a moment, eyebrows furrowed.

"Hmmm. I thought she loved you."

[constantine-is-tired]

"She did. And then I did what I always seem to do: I messed up so bad. And she broke up with me because of that."

[absolute-zatanna]

"Ah. Um..." she reached up and awkwardly patted his head. "There, there."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine blinked and then chuckled at how akward she was. He found it kind of cute.

[absolute-zatanna]

"All better?" She asked.

[constantine-is-tired]

"A bit better." Constantine said smiling.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna dropped her hand to her side and gave him another plushie.

"It will be okay." She replied, sounding threatening rather than encouraging.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine blinked and took the plushie, smiling more. "It will be."

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna nodded.

"Is there anything else?"

[constantine-is-tired]

"Can I have another head pat?"

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna blinked in surprise, but nodded as she reached up and patted his head again.

"There, there, John, it's not all bad."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine smiled all big at that.

[constantine-is-tired]

I have come to check in on you like I said I would.- ( @absolute-zatanna )

I am doing a bit better now, luv. I made a new friend that gave me a hug and let me have a good cry.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna is holding another monster plush, handing it to him.

"That's very good, John."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine took it and smiled at it, holding it close then. "You calling me John, hm? I guess I will allow it since second name basis is a bit weird when it comes to you."

[absolute-zatanna]

"You call me 'luv' instead of my name." She pointed out, though there was no mirth.

[constantine-is-tired]

"Yeah, but that's normal for me. I call women luv and men mate. And people with other pronouns get called whatever they want."

[absolute-zatanna]

"I just think it's funny because I've never told you my name or anything." She replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes.

[constantine-is-tired]

"You indeed didn't. But I do know what your name is."

[absolute-zatanna]

"Is she good here?" Zatanna asked him.

[constantine-is-tired]

"She probably is. I would say yes, but this isn't my universe. Plus, my Zatanna doesn't really like me that much."

[absolute-zatanna]

"As long as she's not like me, I'm okay with it." She replied.

[constantine-is-tired]

"You haven't told me what a dumbass I am yet, so yeah, she isn't like you. And she would never give me plushies."

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna went quiet for a moment, eyebrows furrowed.

"Hmmm. I thought she loved you."

[constantine-is-tired]

"She did. And then I did what I always seem to do: I messed up so bad. And she broke up with me because of that."

[absolute-zatanna]

"Ah. Um..." she reached up and awkwardly patted his head. "There, there."

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine blinked and then chuckled at how akward she was. He found it kind of cute.

[absolute-zatanna]

"All better?" She asked.

[constantine-is-tired]

"A bit better." Constantine said smiling.

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna dropped her hand to her side and gave him another plushie.

"It will be okay." She replied, sounding threatening rather than encouraging.

[constantine-is-tired]

Constantine blinked and took the plushie, smiling more. "It will be."

[absolute-zatanna]

Zatanna nodded.

"Is there anything else?"

[constantine-is-tired]

"Can I have another head pat?"