This takes place after "Quid Pro Quo" for Constantine and post Season 1 for Jessica Jones. I hope you enjoy.
Jessica Jones belongs to Marvel Comics and Constantine belongs to DC/Vertigo Comics.
AKA The Art of the Deal
Prologue AKA How The Fuck Did It Come to This?
Very few things in the world surprised her anymore. Sure, she may still receive the occasional shock or shattering scare or, more often than not, a haunting sense of paranoia, but nothing in this world ever truly surprised Jessica Jones. And not surprise in the sense of a fleeting disruption, but rather in the way that lingers and alters your world view forever. She had enough of those surprises as far as she was concerned. But unfortunately, the universe is rarely that cooperative.
It had been a week since she met him – officially, that is – at the Northampton Arms, and now she was here in what had now become the weirdest shit she'd ever faced in her life. In some dark alleyway near 5th Avenue she was face to face with some gargantuan skull-faced hellion, from God knows where, and bearing more tentacles than she was prepared to confront.
The sound of the creature's scream seemed to only be matched by the manifold explosions of glass shattering as the street lamps around them popped and fizzled out, slowly bringing that corner of the city into darkness.
Making a quick dodge from one of its lunges, she turned and ran back down the street. Despite not looking back, she could tell that she was being followed by the creature. A series of pops and shatters followed her, the sound of street lights going dark, as she ran back the library.
Goddamnit Jones, you couldn't leave well enough alone could you?
Approaching the front of the library, she saw that the darkening streetscape was starting to engulf her on all sides. Having little options at this point, she readied herself to jump up and onto the library rooftop. And just before she made that leap, a familiar and slightly drunken voice broke her out of her adrenaline-fueled escape.
"Come on, you! Whatever you are, come kill me! I dare you!"
At those words, a harsh other-worldly cry seemed echoed off into the night and away from her. Blinking rapidly at what she just encountered, she quickly ran toward where the voice was coming from. Just around the corner, she saw the idiot who started it all staggering slightly on the street.
"If you can find enough of me to finish off!" He cried again, almost tripping on his own feet.
In what she would later consider as one of her moral lapses, she ran toward the trench-coated figure in a rather stupid and futile attempt to save him.
And right before she could reach him, she felt an impossibly powerful grip around her leg as the creature emerged from behind her and dragged her down and toward her. So much for super strength. As the creature dragged her up to its eye-level only one thought coursed through her mind.
How the fuck did I end up here again?
So I started a new story. This is more of an experiment than anything else. I'll continue with it if things seem to go well, and by well I mean if the muses stick with me. But it should be noted that the updating of this story may be erratic seeing as I have no set schedule for it. Essentially, view this as an interesting writing exercise.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this intro and definitely expect at least a couple more chapters to come!