Y/N L/N
That was the name that you chose to use for many reasons, mainly to honor your mother, who you knew almost nothing about, and also to piss off your father, whom you knew too much about
When Dr. Fate prophesied that your destiny would be even greater than most, the stakes were raised so high, it was a nightmare. John Constantine took it personally to raise you by throwing in the toughest challenges possible, training you almost as harsh as a specialist in the army
Like that time he left you stranded in Hell for a week. You managed to escape and used your own charm and even befriended the one in charge of the place, who you currently know as "uncle Luci"
However, luck wouldn't always be on your side, and you knew that very well. While you had the Amazons and some magic users to help you, you preferred to do things on your own
That had been the case for the last eight years. But recently, you've grown to open up to those you considered family
Especially Zatanna and Boston (AKA Deadman), with who you were currently talking to in the House of Mystery, drinking some tea next to the fireplace and eating a few cookies
You: And that's when I said: "That's not the Necronomicon, it's her dairy, you wanker!"
Boston: And then what happened?
You: Let's just say the guy can't draw a thing now
After that, you shared a laugh with them because of the story you were telling. Sometimes, you like to save the best ones for them
Zatanna: Sounds like he could use some glasses too
Boston: Yeah, that was great!
Laughter kept going for a bit longer. Once it was over, the conversation continued
You: Ah, I missed this...
You grabbed a cookie and ate it. A smile mixed with a bit of nostalgia appeared on your face, but there was no denying the calm you were experiencing
Boston: You know you're welcome anytime, bud
He raised his cup with a smile of his own as a sign courtesy, something characteristic of him
Zatanna: And talking about which, how are the others? I've heard you've gotten closer to them since we last talked
The moment that was brought up, the entire ambient felt different, an insane amount of pressure and nervousness could be felt coursing through your body...again
Boston: Aye, becoming quite a lady-killer, huh?
The ghost's statement evoked a warm sensation all over your face, the familiar feeling of embarrassment
You: Well...I...I guess Rachel and I have spent some time together, but to exchange spells and whatnot
Boston: Suuure
You: R-Really! Yeah, she's nice and all, but that's a bonus, you know?
Now focused on trying to convince the others, you tried to remain calm, but we're startled anyway by a soft hand gently placed on your shoulder
It was Zatanna, who was giving you a sympathetic look and a warm smile
Zatanna: Y/N, it's alright
The magician's motherly approach brought a wave of calm and a welcomed sense of safety. Both Zatanna and Boston had kept your secrets, even without asking them
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The Hellblazer's Son- DC Comics Male Reader Insert
FanfictionMagic users have always been an isolated part of the superhero community ( for good reason), their crisis often threatening reality as a whole in ways that thighs and capes wouldn't understand But when Y/N Constantine is asked to be part of the Teen...