Chapter 4: Discoveries

Constantine stood, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head, groaning. "Jesus Chirst. Can the mattresses get any lumpier in this joint?" His hand moved out and to the night table, grabbing the pack of cigarettes and the heavy gold lighter. He stuck one in his mouth and lit it, smirking that he was breaking Robin's rule. John opened the window, enjoying the cool breeze. He coughed twice and spit out the congestion. He looked down and saw that the auto cleaning services that Cyborg had installed in the tower, which he did brag about to John on their way back from the scene last night, had indeed cleaned his suit.

John finished his smoke and flicked it out the open window. "Shower... I need a shower." John stepped out of his room, scratching at the stubble on his face. The cuts on his right cheek were healing, and wouldn't leave scars. Superficial wounds, but they hurt nonetheless. Constantine encountered Starfire in the hall, and too early for any modesty, he didn't try to duck into a room. Standing there in his boxers he spoke. "So. Where's the bathroom around here?"

Starfire looked curiously at him, having never seen a tattooed and scared body before. "Friend John what are those markings?"

John looked down at himself. "Scars. Each one has a story that I don't care to remember. Bathroom?"

"Oh the room of cleansing! Down the hall, third door on the right." Starfire floated on her way, looking forward to a large glass of mustard. Constantine found it without much difficulty and proceeded to wash up. Twenty minutes later and still unshaven he walked into the kitchen of the Tower, having attempted to at least get the layout down. He was dressed in his suit again, sans jacket and his sleeves were rolled up, exposing the twin tattoos on the undersides of his forearms.

"Coffee or... what's this?" Constantine picked up the tea kettle and sniffed it, trying to pin down what it was. He cocked an eyebrow just as Raven walked in, a mug in her hands.

"It's my herbal tea." she stated.

"What kind of herbs?" Constantine asked, still running through his mental catalog of teas.

"My own mixture. Some common, some rare, but it relaxes me." She said slowly, taking the kettle from his hands, and poured it into her mug.

"Relaxing, huh? Let me try some?" John asked, awaiting her answer.

Raven grabbed another mug and poured it in. "I am going to warn you. It's rather bitter and... strong."

Constantine, whose favorite pass-time was smoking and drinking hard liquor, grinned and took a mouthful. His eyes went wide and he spit it in the sink, causing Raven to grin at him. "I'll uh, stick to coffee." As he went to our himself a cup of coffee he looked over at Raven.

Raven looked back at him, violet eyes searching. "What happened last night?"

John sighed sipped at his coffee. He winced "What is this motor oil? Jesus." He took out a small metal flask and poured a bit of the amber liquid into the coffee and stirred it.

"Isn't it a little early for drinking?" Raven asked.

Constantine checked his watch. "Nope, 8:30. Right on time." He laughed slightly before turning serious.

Raven still awaited his explanation, sipping her tea.

The Exorcist looked at her, and took a breath before starting. "Beast Boy was possessed last night. The demon that entered his mind and knocked him out of the fight decided to set up shop. I feared as much and that is why I wanted to check on him. Which reminds me. I have to go check on him again. He shouldn't remember what happened, but if he dose, I have explaining to do." John finished his coffee and walked to the door. "You coming or what?"

Raven nodded and started walking with him. She didn't know what to think about this new development. Constantine was someone she could relate to. He straddled the balance between good and evil, and knew what it was like to have his mind pulled in many different directions. Lost in thought she was surprised when the entered the med lab and Beast Boy was laying awake.

"Why am I tied up?" he asked.

John looked at Raven and then back the green kid strapped to a table. "You got... violent last night, Beast Boy."

"What do you mean?" Was the simple question.

John sighed. A simple question from a simple mind. In time maybe he would mature, but the Exorcist didn't see it happening any time soon. John started the explanation of last night's events. He was surprised that Beast Boy took it all in silently.

"...and that's why you are tied to the table." Constantine finished.

"...alright. Who are you then?"

"I'm John Constantine. I deal in supernatural things, such as possession." John said.

"Alrighty. Well can I go now?" Beast Boy asked as his stomach growled rather loudly. Raven merely shrugged and shook her head.

Constantine stood and walked over the Beast Boy, placing his hand of his forehead. The dark haired man closed his eyes and concentrated, searching for an evil presence. He found none, and opened his eyes slowly. "Yeah, you can go."

Raven walked over to the computer and the metal cuffs holding Beast Boy's wrists and ankles released with a loud metallic clank. Beast Boy jumped from the table and ran off, presumably to the kitchen for a nice big meal of tofu.

Robin stood silently in the communications room as the large screen showed Batman's masked, stern face.

"Constantine. Yes, I know the name. He was in Gotham for a few weeks, and I confronted him about rumors of "back alley exorcisms". After the explained himself I politely warned him to stay out of my city. Why do you ask?" The Dark Knight asked slowly, his eyes narrowing with interest.

"He's here." Robin said.

"Where? Jump City?" Batman asked, his mind working overtime, trying to figure out why a free-lance Exorcist would be in Jump.

"No, in the tower. He thinks Dark Forces are after Raven, and he aims to stop them." Robin spoke slowly, turning the information over in his own mind again.

Batman sighed. "I don't personally believe in what he does, as most possession cases are found to be just cases of extreme psychotic episodes, but in this line of work, you can't discount anything. Keep me abreast of the situation. I'll dig deeper and let you know more about him. I do know this though. He has been brought in by various police forces for actions contributing to people's deaths. Furthermore, people close to him tend to die from unexplainable causes. Keep your eyes open, Dick."

Robin's eyes opened wider. The Batman was showing concern for his safety. This was a dangerous situation after all. "I will, Bruce. Don't worry about me."

Batman nodded and terminated communications from his end. Robin stood, looking at the dark screen. 'This is an interesting turn of events indeed.' The spiky headed hero thought to himself.

A/N:I'm not sure if this chapter is good. The idea was good in my opinion, but I don't think it translated into writing well. Let me know!