It may be his night off but he was still out patroling. He wasn't out as the Arrow but as Oliver Queen. It just so happened that he was wearing one of his old suits.
They were wrong saying that he needed to take a break, he was fine. And anyway he thought better like this. Outside. Chasing someone across roof-tops. Lots of people did that. Like the person that he was chasing. Except that person was wearing robes and waving their hands around.
Seeing that he was losing ground Oliver reached for an arrow and coming to a stop raised his bow. Holding it steady he let his arrow fly, quickly pulling out another and sending it after the first.
Waiting.
Oliver watched as the arrows hit their target, pinning the person to the floor. He had already started moving once he let the second arrow loose and he reached the person moments after they fell. He replaced his bow, arguing with himself that just because he had it on him didn't mean that he wasn't taking the night off, he was just going to pratice. Oh who was he kidding. Oliver didn't know how to take a night off. He wasn't even sure that he knew how to be Oliver Queen anymore. Anyway it wasn't like Oliver Queen had been the greatest person. In fact most people seemed happy that he'd changed.
He removed the arrows and turned the person over. A second later Oliver felt a foot hit his chest, sending him backwards. Oliver quickly rolled out of the way as the person aimed another kick his way. He reached up and grabbed the foot pulling the other person on top off him. Rolling over he pulled out a knife, (again, who doesn't carry a knife.) Oliver thrust the knife under the persons chinand was about to threaten them when he heard laughter.
Oliver pulled back and using his free hand removed the persons hood.
"John Constantine." Oliver stood up, replacing his knife, "What the hell are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?"
The man in question stood up and moving aside what was now clearly a wrap around cloak reached into his pocket pulling out a pocket watch. Flipping it open he answered.
"First of all I was hunting down a demon, but it's moved on now, so thanks for that. Took me two weeks to track it here. Second this is a cloak blessed by Merlin himself. Last time this demon showed its head this was apprently very helpful in sending it back."
"Back to where?" With Constantine anything was possible. Oliver still had a hard time beliving in magic, let alone demons.
"Hell. Where else would I send it?" Oliver raised his hands in defeat as Constantine put the pocket watch away and looked him straight in the eye, which always put Oliver somewhat on edge. "Anyway I was getting close when you decided to join in. It's most likely hidding somewhere now and won't fmove for a few days. Just be extra careful for a while."
Constantine pulled the hood up over his head muttering about looking like a 'stupid bugger'. He then turned as if he was going to jump.
"What thats it?" Oliver knew that John wasn't telling him the whole truth, he never did. But if John was in his city and a demon was loose then Oliver wanted something more than just a warning. "If that things still out there than I want to help. This is my city and I..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah you took an oath. I know." Constantine turned to face Oliver again and if Oliver had been able to see the man's face then he would have seen the dangerous glint in his eyes. "But if that tech chick told me correctly, tonight is your night off."
"You called Felicity." Oliver wasn't sure who he should be more annyoed at. John for not calling him directly. Or Felicity for not telling him that John had called.
"Thought that I would give you a heads up that I was coming into town." The dangerous glint was replaced with a sly smile. "So is this what the great Oliver Queen does on his 'nights off'. Runs around town pretending to be a hero."
"And what exactly were you doing."
"There's a difference." The glint was back.
"Oh really and what would that be." Oliver tensed slightly waiting for the other man to do something. He knew that he could beat him in a hand to hand fight, but John had magic on his side and after the bussiness with Darhk, Oliver was extremly careful around anyone with magic.
"I know I'm not a hero mate. Never have been. Never will be. Don't wanna be as a matter of fact." They both let go off the tension they'd been holding onto. "If you want to help then you can stay out of my way. But..." John added seeing Oliver's hand twitch towards his knife. "I can teach you a little something that will give you some protection."
"Against what?" Oliver wasn't completly sure about this idea. He didn't trust magic. He trusted John, somewhat, but magic was impossible to plan against if you had little to no knowledge of it. And Oliver had seen what it could do when let loose. However the chance to have magic on his side, even a small amount, was something that Oliver couldn't pass up.
"The Darkness is coming back into this world, so I can't really answer that, as I'm not too sure myself. But there are a few spells that are easy and will give you some protection against most things." Constantine carefully took off the cape, laying it gently on the roof. He continued by removing his tie, shirt and taking off his shoes and socks. "It's your night off mate. And trust me there are worse ways to spend it."
Oliver nodded and copied Constantine, removing his shoes, socks and top layers. He'd been surpised at John's undressing at first but figured that there was some reason behind it. Must be because Oliver could see that John had paused slightly before taking his shirt off. It had been easy to see that the mutiple scars covering the man's chest were the reason. At least Oliver thought that they were until John turned around the move his clothes away showing off a collection of scars, which Oliver from experience knew came from being whipped.
There was more to John Constantine then Oliver had first thought. Most of which would remain a mystery.
Oliver moved his clothes to the side, knowing that his collection of scars closely rivaled Constatines. He had no where near as many tattoos. John's body was covered in them, each seemed to have some magical meaning behind it. Oliver tried to remember them for later, so he could look up there meanings. There was no way that Constantine would ever tell him. Not if he didn't have to.
Turning back around Oliver started to regret his choice. There was dangerous glint in Constantine's eyes and his smile was a little too sly for Oliver's likeing.
"You ready."
It wasn't a question. And Oliver wanted to say no and run.
"Yes."
How bad could it be?
