John Constantine was no stranger to alternate realities.
WHAT: Catching up on multiverse shenanigans. WHERE: His Apartment. WHEN: June 4th. WARNINGS: tbd, maybe talk of past sins. STATUS: Completed
John Constantine was no stranger to alternate realities. He'd met fictional book characters and walked with ghosts long before he'd ever joined the Legends or found himself in Vallo, but all along the way things had at least made sense to him. Now, with the new revelation that there was a reality somewhere where he was apparently a family man--and with Zatanna, no less--he was having a bit of a crisis. Torn between the parts of him that still loved her--would always love her in his own way--and the reality of his new life he'd started to build with Ray and the found family of the the Legends, John wasn't sure how to deal with this new information. Objectively, it wouldn't change much about his own life, he realized that, but the kid...
Gods, the kid.
John new firsthand what it was like to grow up with a shit father, but he had to believe that if Zee had created life with him there, that version of himself was probably better equipped for it than he was. And that left him with a dilemma, because the kid didn't deserve to suffer and miss his father, but John also wasn't his father. For all his bravado and pretending to not give a damn about others, Constantine had always felt so incredibly deeply. It was his curse. It made losing everyone because of his selfish actions that much worse, and it meant that when situations like this came up he had to find a balance of keeping his outward indifference while actually trying to help.
So he waited in his apartment, and he pondered how he could possibly make things easier here for the boy--and Zee--without hurting anyone aside from himself. The kid aside, seeing her again was going to be an experience anyway. She'd been his first love. A lot of his firsts actually, and the weight of what they'd been--what they could have been if he hadn't been such a bastard, and had clearly become where she was from--it lingered.
She didn't need to knock for him to know she was there. John could feel her energy a mile away, and he stood to open the door, looking at her for a moment in quiet reflection, his face a study in mixed emotions before he stepped aside to let her in.
"Thanks for coming," John muttered. This conversation was going to be such a delight given the forced shift in his verbal vocabulary today, and he was already bracing himself.