The Cathedral was dark and quiet. The city seemingly slept in the clear night, the crisp air fresh with mist. In the darkness, Zatanna stood alone at the belfry. John Constantine walked up behind her, "Lovely place to be in the late evenings."
Zatanna nodded at John. "Tonight's mission went well." They both were pretty beaten up from defeating a few demons from a not really pleasant exorcism. John looked at Zatanna, who was clearly distracted.
"What are you telling me?" John pulled out a smoke, lighting the tiny, fiery, red-orange glow. She heavily sighed at what she was about to tell him. He waited patiently for her to speak, for he puffed a cloud of smoke as if he had all the time in the world.
"The demon we just exorcized was right about…" Zatanna broke off, eyes far off into the distance.
"What's wrong?" John exhaled the smoke.
"John, how much do you love me?" She asked.
"As much as you love me." He responded in his indifferent voice. They both loved each other, and they both knew it. But actually saying it was meaningful, rare, and simple.
They had been married for three months now, and they were still getting the hang of marriage. After all, he came from the UK and she is American. Fortunately, the magic master, and demon hunter even when far apart weren't ever really separated from one another.
"John, I'm pregnant." Zatanna finally said.
John nearly choked on the smoke he inhaled, "That's good news."
"John, I'm not sure you're the father." Zatanna's voice dropped. John looked curiously at her, but wasn't surprised. They both had relationships before each other, it didn't bother him as much as it did her, but he did feel a tiny bit betrayed.
Out of character for any man he replied, "Doesn't matter, this kid is mine."
Zatanna smiled weakly, "Thank you, John."
John smiled, "Nah, thank you. Either way, I'm a dad now." His breath had lingering smoke, as the two leaned in to each other staring off into the graceful night.
John was happy in his indifferently dark and brooding mind. Zatanna knew there was only one other possibility other than John. The only other man she truly loved, though he may have not felt the same in return. His name is Bruce Wayne, the very same Batman.
Unbeknownst to all, the child that was called forth into existence would follow in her parents footsteps, and defeat evil at any cost, like the so many before her.