I hope those elephants survived. You don't want PETA on your back.
You're assuming they were real in the first place. How are you, Bruce?
I'm fine, Zatanna. Busy. You know where I can find John Constantine?
No.
You must have some idea.
We don't keep in touch.
The League had a run-in with Faust, but his location isn't in our database.
Yeah, well, wizards don't make a habit of signing up for credits cards or social media.
Now, that's what I call making yourself useful, love.
He's dead and I accept the risks. So, can we get to it, or do you two need a timeout?
Bollocks! In what bloody plane of existence does four of a kind lose?
I expect the worst, so I prepare for the worst, and when the worst happens, I'm ready. But my outlook doesn't alter the reality of the world.
Jason's not the murdery type. He's chock full of honor, loyalty, and rubbish of that sort.
John Constantine, the man who perfected the bad idea.
Point is, even deities can get it wrong. It's how we got the appendix, Neanderthals and Reality TV.
The criminally insane don't need magic as an excuse.
