Apr 21, 2025
*Constantine has retreated to his area in the alley. There’s two milk crates stacked on top of each other, and sections of clean cardboard that he’s resting on.*
*Holding on. Still.*
*Chest barely rising and falling with each breath. Eyes aren’t focused, but I know where I am.*
*Don’t understand. I don’t understand. That spell worked before. But it was a child after all.*
*Maybe Bruce was different. Maybe it wasn’t good enough. Maybe he’s not good enough.*
