Darkness had long taken over the room almost entirely, with digital screens being the only source of light
This room housed one of the most promising people of his generation. His name was Tim Drake
But as capable as he was, right now he found himself confused, even a little frustrated
"... Are you sure about this, Bruce?"
He asked the image of his mentor, who was at the other side of the screen. His mentor was none other than the world's greatest detective, the Batman
Or as Tim knew him, Bruce Wayne
Bruce: I am, Tim, if one of these creatures manages to slip through the league's defenses, it's the Titans' job to intercept it the moment it steps on Earth
The Justice League found a crucial threat in space, something that could very well lead to an invasion. With something like that happening in space, it was only natural that Tim wanted to help
But the bat was right, if the League were to somehow fail, the Teen Titans where the planet's first line of defense
Tim: *Sigh* Right... Just call if you need something
Bruce: I believe you will be busy by then, you do have a new team member after all
This statement made the young man's eyes widen slightly as the reminder hit his mind. From his desk, Tim picked up a folder with information labeled "Y/N Constantine"
Tim: Right, why did you brought him in, anyway? And so suddenly?
Bruce: Constantine is one of, if not the hardest man to locate, his "House of Mystery" has an energy signature that changes very frequently. I invited his son to your team because of his skill using "magic" as people call it.
Tim: I don't mean to be rude, but we already have Raven
Bruce: That's the thing. Y/N was suggested by Raven
This statement made the young man look back at Bruce with surprise written all over his face
Bruce: I believe he could help you see things from a different angle when working on a case
Tim sighed, proceeding to walk to the wall. It opened, revealing a window that gave him a clear view of the front of the tower he was living in
Tim: I just hope he doesn't turn out to be as much of a jerk as his father
Just as he said that he spotted something in the distance, a door appearing out of nowhere and from it, three subjects came out
Bruce: That remains to be seen. Good luck, Tim
And with that, the hologram disappeared, leaving him alone in the room as he kept watching the scene from afar the window. The first thing Tim did was ask the computer to enlarge the image he was seeking through the cameras they had installed
On the other hand, the door remained open as Zatanna, Deadman, and Constantine himself stood there, talking to the one person they all had in common, you
Constantine: Alright, kid, this is it
He nodded with a small hint of a smile, not much could be asked from him. Zatanna, on the other hand, leaned closer and gave you a peck on the forehead like a proud mother
Zatanna: I'm so glad you heard me out, Y/N. I promise you won't regret it
Lastly, the spirit, Boston approached you with a clear smile on his pale face
Deadman: Knock 'em dead, buddy
You couldn't help but chuckle at that particular comment, especially because he was the one who said that
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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...