He needed a smoke.īatman stared at the message Constantine sent him, eyebrow twitching hidden under his cowl. Kindest regards, your most faithful subject, Beelzebub’Ĭonstantine rubbed his temples, trying to stave off a headache. Please intervene, I am sure you know who the proper owner is… I am once again contacting you regarding John Constantine… He paused, looking at it for a second, before opening it and taking one of the sheets of paper from it. “Nope, nope, nope,” John muttered as he open his own portal and stepped through it as the other launched several boxes at him.Ī box(which on his second glace was weirdly curved so it was no longer rectangular) flew through the portal into the house of mysteries right before it closed. He was the bloody High King of the Infinite Realms. His remark of being a king yet no vampire or other supernatural entities seemingly hearing of a new vampire king being crowned.Įvidence of him being around since the 2010’s when roughly the old king of ghost was defeated and the new king was crowned.ĭanny Nightingale wasn’t the king of vampires. The reported abilities and transcriptions of previous encounters with the Bats. “What?” To say Constantine was confused would be an understatement.ĭanny waved his arm upward and several glowing green portals opened behind him.Ĭonstantine’s stomach dropped as things clicked. “Do you know how much paperwork I had to do solely because of you?!” It was never a good sign when the people he was trying to track down knew who he was. He turned a corner to a street that was empty save for one person.Ī raven-haired young man stared at him and Constantine realized it was Danny Nightingale, who had a eerily familiar aura emanating from him.ĭanny narrowed his eyes at the blonde man. While walking Constantine noticed a peculiar aura in the air, causing him to slow down and cautiously follow it to its source. He was able to find a spell that allowed him to track vampires around him but the only vampire that was detected was that useless git. “Yeah, but this isn’t the final confrontation.”Ĭonstantine wandered Gotham fiddling with his magic while lost in thought. Red Robin fastened the superstrength-resistant restraints on to Oleksandr for Bennett to take him. “Anyone else feel like this night was a little anticlimactic?” Nightwing shrugged and looked down at the unconscious vampire. “Will we ever find out what is going on with the Nightingales?” Red Robin dropped down and whacked the vampire over the head with his UV-emitting batons and sighed. “Am I supposed to? When did we get a new king?” Roughly forty, gray hair, blue eyes, goatee?” Nightwing listed. “So you don’t know Danny? Mid-twenties, black hair, blue eyes, slight tan. “We have a new king?” Olek stared blankly at the other vampire. “Daniel, king of vampires, and Vlad, his consort.” Andrew Bennett said. “Where are the Nightingales?” Batman demanded with Robin brandishing his sword towards him. He was going to jump out of the window when a shadowy figure entered along with an unfortunately brightly colored one. The occasional late-night bite.” Olek said casually as he started looking for an exit. You, on the other hand, not so much.” Nightwing dropped from the shadows of the roof, startling the vampire. “I’m sure he would love to know you’re here.” “I heard the Bat doesn’t like it when other heroes come into his territory,” Oleksandr smirked as he stood up. “You’ve left a trail of bodies, that warrants my attention, Olek.” Andrew, the self-proclaimed, I, Vampire, scowled back at him. “Andrew Bennett, I don’t believe I warranted your attention.” Looking up at his attacker and scowled, he recognized the man. Oleksandr yelped as he was grabbed by the throat and thrown to the floor. He led his dazed guest for the night over to the bedroom, kicking open the door. He hypnotized the owner of the hotel and has been staying here living the highlife for months already! And the best part is, none of those stupid Bats had an idea that he was here. Oleksandr smirked as he entered his hotel room suite.
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