SHATTERED WORLDS | DC (2022)

Year 3: Dream Catcher

John

In their ongoing efforts to weaken Superman's regime, the Insurgency realized they needed a powerful weapon to neutralize the Man of Steel. John Constantine, Batman, and Zatanna decided to seek out Swamp Thing, a being with unparalleled knowledge of the Earth's flora and its potential.

The trio ventured deep into the heart of the Louisiana bayou, the humid air thick with the scent of decay and the sounds of life that teemed within the swamp. As they waded through the murky waters, the environment around them seemed to come alive, sensing their intrusion.

Finally, they arrived at Swamp Thing's dwelling, the very essence of the swamp coalescing into the towering, moss-covered figure. His glowing red eyes regarded them warily, and his voice rumbled like distant thunder as he spoke. "Why have you come here, strangers?"

John stepped forward, a wry smile on his face. "Alec, old friend, it's been too long. I see the swamp life still suits you."

Swamp Thing's eyes narrowed as he recognized John. "Constantine," he growled, his tone making it clear their past encounters had left a bitter taste. "What brings you to my domain this time?"

"We need your help, Swamp Thing," Batman interjected, his voice firm. "We're fighting against a great injustice, and we believe you can provide us with a means to stop it."

Swamp Thing turned his attention to Batman, considering his words. "What is it you seek?"

"We need a chemical powerful enough to incapacitate Superman," Zatanna explained. "We have reason to believe that you possess the knowledge to create such a substance."

Swamp Thing hesitated, his gaze drifting back to John. "You've always had a knack for dragging me into your messes, Constantine. Why should I help you this time?"

John, understanding the gravity of the situation, made a decision. "In exchange for your help, I offer you my soul," he said, surprising his companions with the high stakes of his proposal.

Zatanna's eyes widened, and she grabbed John's arm. "John, you can't be serious. Offering your soul is a terrible idea," she said, her concern for him evident in her voice.

John looked at her, his expression resolute. "I know what I'm doing, Zee. It's for the greater good."

Swamp Thing considered the offer, the weight of John's soul a tempting and powerful bargaining chip. After a tense moment, he finally agreed. "Very well, Constantine. I will help you. But remember, your soul now belongs to me."

With Swamp Thing's assistance, they managed to extract a potent chemical capable of neutralizing Superman's powers temporarily. As they prepared to leave the bayou, John couldn't help but feel the weight of the deal he had made. Yet he knew that the cost was worth it if it meant putting an end to the tyranny of Superman's regime.

As they returned to the Insurgency, Batman couldn't resist adding a comment. "You know, John, offering your soul is very unlike you. But I have to admit, it was a noble move."

John just smirked, acknowledging Batman's rare show of appreciation. They returned to the Insurgency with their plan about to begin, knowing that the stakes had never been higher.

Spectre

On Earth, the Spectre patrolled the skies, his divine presence an ever-watchful guardian for Superman's regime. His ethereal form weaved through the clouds, casting a watchful eye on the world below. It was during one of these patrols that the Phantom Stranger arrived, his enigmatic aura catching the attention of the celestial being.

"Spectre," the Phantom Stranger called out, his voice resonating with an ageless wisdom. "I have come to speak with you. Let us converse privately, away from the prying eyes of mortals."