𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 • Superboy x FemReader/Insert

Aftermath

John absolutely reeked. He was hunched over the bar, absolutely exhausted. Fuck life, man. It only get's worse.

"John Constantine?" An female, American voice called.

"Bugger off, you whore." John spat, not even bothering to look up.

"Look, um..." the voice hesitated. "I really need your help."

John finally sat up. A girl in a white hoodie, and tired eyes.

"I'll buy you a drink." You offered, a smile on your face.

John looked you up and down. "Pfft. Without an ID?"

"Watch me. Excuse me?" You called. A waitress walked over. "Has this man reached his limit yet?"

"Yes."

"Well, bring him another, will you?"

The woman looked at you skeptically, before blinking, and nodding politely. She turned on her heel to fetch another beer.

"How'd you do that, las?"

You sat down next to him.

"I'm telling you. I need your help."

John stretched his arms over his head.

"Okay. I'm listening."

"I'm called the White Witch."

"I've heard of ya."

You looked around, leaning in closer.

"I had a dream recently. The people in it were conscious. They were aware that I was their creator."

John raised a brow.

"I created another reality through my dreams. Through my subconscious. It speaks to me, John. It lurks within me."

"I know the feeling." He sighed, picking up his new beer.

"I can't control it." You whimpered, placing your head on the counter. "It's going to start hurting people, John."

"That's all people like us do, love." John muttered. "We're too damn powerful for our own good."

"So help me!" You exclaimed, sitting up. "And I'll help you."

John looked at you. "What do I get?"

You looked around, as if genuinely thinking.

"I'll buy you another beer."

"You got a deal, lass."