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"You will." He says, hauling himself up from the chair he groans and stretches. "It won't do anything if it is growing, but it'll give you a definitive answer. No harm no foul."
He extends a hand but you pull away, ducking it.
"Last time you touched my head I was thrown into a depravation tank."
"With your consent, I'll remind you." He waggles his fingers. "Now let Uncle Johnny in there again so I can get on with the good stuff."
He reaches for you again and you take another step back.
"What's the downside? I know there's a cost to this sort of stuff."
"Nothing major, just that having an active spell in your head is going to make you.. glow."
"Glow!? So it's gonna make me a lightbulb?"
"It's a spiritual glow, bell end. You planning on pulling any Warlocks over? Reading Miranda Rights to spirits typically? If not there'll be no problem. Now if you would." He reaches again and this time you put your hand on your pistol and he stops.
"I mean it, Constantine. You fucked me over once already, I got out of it but that doesn't change the fact that it could have gone bad."
"Oh so I get punished for 'aving faith in you?"
"I just want you to deal straight with me. You'd be surprised what I'll agree too with my life on the line."
John pauses and measures you up. Something flickers in his eyes. Maybe it's recognition, maybe pity, or maybe it's just the look a child would have when they spy a new toy. He holds up the card and gestures with his free hand. A map of Gotham crashes down from a shelf, slapping the old tomes and swaying in the still warm air, John takes the card between two fingers and whispers a phrase in a language you don't even recognize. With a flick he sends the card flying into the map where it explodes in a cloud of embers. You jump. Batman steps closer as the edges of the map burn and burn and burn away all of Gotham until one point remains.
"Arkham Asylum." Batman whispers.
Surrounded by a sea of scorched paper he grimaces and turns his head to John.
"Perfect breeding ground for malcontent spirits or something meatier to move in." He turns to you. "You wanted me to be straight with you, lad? I want to make you the juiciest morsel on the plate, I want to tempt this thing to stick it's head out so I can get a better look at it or put a spear through it's neck."
He looks to Batman and scowls.
"That'll be my debt paid and you make good on your side."
