I can't believe I am doing this! Damian al Ghul thought fearfully as he ran away from the assassins following him, with an enraged Jason Todd following his lead. And with a Robin in midst of Pit Madness. I must be insane.

But it's not like Damian could have left Todd in his family's clutches. He had hated seeing him in such a catatonic stage, a hollow shell of a human left behind. Damian had tried to finish Jason off, give him peace it seemed to be, not merciful as al Ghul's are nor merciful, but the humane thing to do. However, his mother had stopped him. Todd was then prodded and dissected like a ñab rat, to find out how he had come to life without the aid of the Pit. Todd had died on their way to The Shadows, but the moment they had decided to revive him using the Pit he had mysteriously woken up. It was the first time Damian had truly seen how inhumane his family truly was. His grandfather had earned his title as the Demon Head. Even the torture and assassinations Damian had conducted daily were better than what Todd had suffered while in his vulnerable state.

But what made it for Damian to finally turn his back on his family and save the second Robin, was when they threw him into the Pit. What came out was not human, but a raging uncontrollable monster. Seeing his unnatural Lazarus-green eyes shining, Damian finally realized that what was going on was wrong. The Pit was not a gift but a curse... and his family had just condemned his father's second sidekick.

So, he waited patiently until Todd was at least coherent before proceeding with his plan and saving him. Which leads them to the situation they were in at the moment. Running away from assassins from his family's league in London, while trying to find John Constantine. Which on its own was already difficult!

"What should we do?" Jason growled as he dodged another shuriken.

"Find an alley! I'll deal with them once and for all!"Damian snapped back, getting a blood-thirsty smile in return. A smile that should not belong on the face of a student of Batman, one that was trained under a no-killing rule. However, this was a Jason Todd that was beaten to every inch of his life and then blown up into pieces. One that was revived by a supernatural pit, which Damian was almost sure was connected to a demonic entity. Jason's shining eyes, only made him surer of that fact.

But that did not matter at the moment. They lead the shadows following them to an alley and ambushed them. They were not rivals to one of the bests, if not the best, Master Swordsman in the world. Soon the alley was filled with decapitated heads and blood splattered over the walls.

"Wow..." Jason whistled. "I have to applaud your artistship. You and your sword are deadly. Beautiful, but deadly."

"The brush is just another sword, once you know how to use it you can do anything with it," Damian replied, cleaning his sword, the only thing he took with him when he fled, other than provisions. It used to be his grandfather's, but it was given to him during his heir ceremony. "Now all that's left to do is find John Constantine."

"Well, luv, if you wanted my help you should have not painted the walls of my house with blood," both trained humans turned around and rose their weapons defensively. Behind them stood a blond and disheveled guy, on a trench coat. But what caught their attention was the front door of the house behind him, where what should have been a dead-end alley. "Oh... I can see why you would be looking for me. What they did to you is nasty!" The British guy winced, pointing at a glaring Jason.

"The House of Mysteries," Damian spoke looking at the house in awe.

"Come in, before more of their friends start popping out," the blond, John Constantine, drawled, opening the door and entering the house. Damian was the first in, followed by an apprehensive and glaring Jason. "You guys come from The Shadows, right? I can clearly see the effects of The Pit on him. Nasty thing those are. They might keep you alive, but it takes a piece of your soul with each use, driving the user insane. Not to mention, one use and your soul now belongs to the demon the al Ghul's worship."

"My family does not worship demons!" Damian screeched, followed closely by Jason's angry cry: "My fucking soul has been sold to the devil?!"

"One demon, not the devil. Thank fuck for that, otherwise, it would be close to impossible to recover. Luckily, the al Ghul there brought you here early. I can sever the link with The Pit and free your soul." John turned to Damian with a deadpanned expression. "Of course, your family worships demons. Why else do you think your grandfather uses the title of Demon Head?" John then proceeded to tell them the story of how the Lazarus Pits came to be. "The Lazarus Pits were the entry points to this dimension for demons from Hell, they were created by the accumulation of deaths and sins in the area, with the addition of demonic and dark magic in the mix, the bloodshed in the area would turn into the hideous green waters the Lazarus Pits are known for. In the beginning, they were not many out there and not that powerful either... until Ra's al Ghul found one and built a godnamn cult around it. More blood and sins were committed, being accumulated over the centuries. He even created The League of Lazarus, as a splinter organization of the League of Assassins, that would focus on finding places where Lazarus Pits could be created. Your great-grandmother went fucking insane and started spreading her faith and worship of the demon that inhabited the Lazarus Pit. Any warlocks that deal with demon exorcism as their specialty knows about them and we have been trying to find to stop them. But unless we found the Lazarus Island and the main Lazarus Pit, where the demon's main essence lives, they'll just keep on creating more Pits."

Damian could only stare at the warlock in shock. All his life he has been raised to be proud of his family's legacy. That The Shadows was founded to change the world. That all they did was meant for something greater. However, it was all lies... how could Damian be proud of this?

"Fuck it! Fuck you!" Jason raged as he punched a hole into the wall, which was magically repaired on its own. It was a magical house after all.

"How can we make sure no more innocents are hurt?" Damian asked Constantine slowly, but surely.

"By dealing with the demon in its lair on Lazarus Island," was John's answer. "However, to track it down we will need al Ghul's blood and the blood of someone with Lazarus' water in their veins."

Damian and Jason exchanged blood-thirsty smiles: "Well, it looks like you are in fucking luck!" Jason crooned.

"But you need to realize that this will be the end for most of your league. They are only alive because of the demon's power. Without it... they'll die." John warned them, well, he warned Damian, who returned the warning with a solemn look.

"It has to be done," was all Damian said.

"Good, but..."

"But what?! What the hell now?!" Jason interrupted Constantine.

"I was going to tell you if you could shut the bloody fuck up!" John snapped back. Jason glared at the blond and tried to retaliate, but a look from Damian shut him off. "Thank you! We will need much more magical power to defeat a demon of this caliber. Not to mention the situation of magic at the moment."

"The situation of magic?" Damian questioned raising an eyebrow.

"The balance of magic has been thrown through the window," John sighed exasperatedly. "A new Champion of Magic has been chosen, cheers mate! But it fucked the rest of us, magic users, up!"

"So, it seems that there's only one way to resolve this..." Damian said, gaining the attention of the other two males in the room. "We find this Champion of Magic and ask them politely for their help, or else..."

Both Jason and John shivered at Damiann's evil smile. Good luck Champion of Magic, whoever you are, you'll need it!