Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible; she is owned by Disney. I don't own any DC characters; they are owned by DC/Time Warner.

Zatanna was severely out of place as she walked through the dank London street. She was glad that she opted for a more mundane choice of clothing, not that she was worried about the leering men, but would rather not have to out herself before she found her quarry. She went through the door of the pub and spotted her target through the cigarette smoke haze.

She approached the trench coated man hunched over his drink, cigarette in his hand and an almost spent one in his mouth. "Hello, John."

"Whatever it is, the answer is no. Sorry, nothing personal."

"You don't even know what I was going to ask. Guess I will have to find someone else to father my child," she retorted with a smirk.

"I'd be banging my head on the bar if I even halfway believed you, luv. I know I am going to hate myself in the morning. I always get in over my head when one of you comes along. So, what is it that you want?"

"You would be in over your head even if we didn't, John. Actually, this is a personal favour. Something has happened that neither Fate nor I can figure out. I know he wouldn't come to you for help."

"If big shots like you can't figure out a little puzzle, then why do you think that I could?"

Zatanna sat at the stool next to him. "Because you have a knack at being able to pull things out of your… hat."

John chuckled as he drew a deep drag off of his cigarette. "Nice save there." He sighed as the smoke streamed from his mouth. "What's the problem?"

"We have a gestalt that needs to be split."

John snorted. "That shouldn't be a problem. A simple Circle of…" He stopped when he saw her shaking her head. "Tried that, huh? Then how about a transfer… Tried that also? What kind of thing did you do to them?"

Zatanna looked skyward and said a silent prayer for patience. When she looked back down, she turned to face him. "We didn't do anything to them. They were on a mission and… well, she died. Kind of, in a way. Long story short, Ron made a deal with Her, and probably because he is a link to an extra-dimensional energy force, it changed how they were in Destiny's book. It's like they were like this since forever, but they weren't."

"That is quite the kettle of fish you have there. I'll see what I can come up with. I can't promise anything. I probably won't work on it intensely either."

"I understand, and thank you, John. I'll let Ron and Kim know that we have someone else working on it."

"Ron and Kim, like Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable?"

"Yes, why?"

"Bugger!" John exclaimed as he ground out his half finished cigarette. John stands up and readjusts his trench coat. "Tell them that I am paying them back for saving a mate of mine from Monkey Fist. He would be a goner if it wasn't for those two. I'll let you know what I have in the morning."

With that, he heads for the door and the streets of London.

Author's notes: I have not seen the Constantine movie. The only way I intend to watch it is if I don't have anything else to add to my Netflix queue. This has more to do with my lack of faith in Keanu to play the part than anything else.

I think I am getting back to writing some more. Just in time for a vacation break. That should fully recharge my batteries.