Clothed in our grief

Chapter Fifty

It only took Five hours for Earth to temporarily lose Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Flash, Cyborg and Green Arrow. Laura's explanations made it sound like she would need the entire League, but doing with seven members would be just barely enough. Laura made sure they'd all know that the Clark from her world was not a good person. Talking about how he has killed members of the Justice League before, and would do it again if he saw fit.

And as those hero's left, albeit, it wouldn't be a permanent leave. New hero's would come up in the time they're gone. Some younger, some older, some not going out in capes and masks, but behind computers or paperwork. While others would do what they could.

It hasn't happened yet. But it will.

It's only been three hours into the five. All the while Laura is being checked out, having all of her claims backed up. Physical proof along with a blood test to prove that she is infact, who she says she is. A blood relative of John Constantine, his daughter. Even speaking to him privately and telling him things that nobody else would know. Things like the existence of Adam Constantine, how his parents died, his sister Cheryl, how old he was when he first started taking part in magic, how his father treated him, and last but obviously not least?

She told him all about Astra Logue.

Every little detail about her abusers, the things she was forced to partake in. How she was in so much pain, and how she retaliated against them. Doing something that even John couldn't have done at the age of eight, summoning a demon. Unfortunately, she also went into detail explaining how all that went down. How she failed to tether the demon to anything, and when the time for arrogant John to come and deal with the problem, he accidentally tethered the demon to her.

She told him all about how she's still in hell to this day, though the incident happened over sixteen years ago. Explaining to him what happens to children in hell, and how they're treated differently. Explaining all the little details that make John know that she's his flesh and blood. Because nobody else could explain something so grotesquely disturbing and distressing so normally as a Constantine would.

Laura is forcing herself to focus on one problem at a time. But it's hard to do that with a police radio scanner in the cave that spits out information on everything every two seconds.

There is one thing she hears, the second John Constantine steps into the cave.

"-Still no signs of any forced entry at the (L/n) residence. Clothes are still in the bedroom dressers, no food looks misplaced or stolen. Everything looks completely clean, there was no hassle. The bedroom window was open, and the front door was unlocked. Nobody came in. Police are leaving the area to stretch over the span of Gotham to find (Y/n)." It's Jim Gordon, dispatching his police to search all over Gotham.

Laura's eyes widen, not just to the sight of her father. Who she last saw lying in a puddle of his own blood before ripping his coat off of his dead, and cold corpse.

Everything is in slow motion for her. The steps her father takes that are getting closer to her, the people on the radio talking about your case, how there's nobody at the (L/n) residence right now. You're missing, and who knows where. John has made so many enemies, it only does so much more than frighten Laura if someone with one of those grudges found you. You, someone who's probably never done anything wrong while you were in your own right of mind. If you're anything like the (Y/n) Laura knew, she knows that you are not going to deserve anything that happens to you if all of what the police are saying is true.