Here is Chapter 6 (Chapter 5 Part 2)! It's super short compared to the other chapters, but I just wanted it to focus on Constantine and the other JLD members. Let me know if anything is too confusing because it is my first time working with a big plot. Enjoy! :)

John Constantine was not happy. In between battling demons and trying to avoid damnation, he liked to meditate. Ever since the House of Mysteries decided to give itself a body, he never got any peace and quiet because she kept popping up everywhere.

"Orchid do you mind keeping quiet for five minutes!"

Orchid blinked innocently, broom in hand. "That wasn't me John. You have a guest." She said in a monotone voice.

He huffed angrily, clapping his hands together. "Well, who the hell is it?"

"Tel em ni!"

The doors flew open. Constantine stumbled backwards. He saw a flash of purple, and he was lifted off the ground.

"John!"

"Hello, love." Constantine smirked, dangling his feet in the air. "Mind putting me down?" Zatanna had a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey, Zee. Now you just wait one bloody minute!"

She flicked her wrist. "Tup mih nwod."

Constantine dropped, landing hard on the hardwood floor. "Oi that hurt! What are you doing here? Last time I checked, you didn't want to see me anymore."

Zatanna blushed. "I'm not here about that." She sat down on the futon. "We need to talk."

"What makes you think I want to listen?" Constantine snarked. He wiped the dirt from his pants. Orchid helped him up.

"Because a lot of people will be in danger."

Constantine felt the mood change in the room. "I'm listening then."

"There has been a rise in sightings of supernaturals across the states. Vampires. Werewolves. Witches. It's become too much for the League."

Constantine sighed, rubbing his temples. "You know I don't like this teamup thing happening here. Especially when it comes to Deadman."

"Just you and me." Zatanna stood up, her hands glowing. A map materialized in the air. "I've been tracking the activity."

Dots illuminated on the map. Constantine raised an eyebrow, tracing the map with his finger. "This goes from Beacon Hills to-"

"Gotham." Zatanna finished. "Something is attracting these creatures. We need to investigate."

Constantine winced. "And the Batman? Are we good for going on his turf?"

"Of course."

"Well then let's get started." He sat crisscross on the floor, gesturing for Zatanna. "Are you going to join me?"

Zatanna rolled her eyes and plopped herself next to him. They put their hands together.

"John, message from-"

"Not now Orchid!"

Orchid frowned and stomped out of the room. She looked at the letter in her hand.

Urgent: Message to John Constantine

From: Madame Xanadu

Gotham was bad enough with all the regular criminals, not that Joker or Riddler were normal in any way. Mix in rogue werewolves and other supernatural baddies, the city was downright dangerous.

Zatanna was worried about the bigger picture. If something was drawing them to Gotham, then it had to be powerful.

"Zee love, how much longer?"

Zatanna had her arm extended, looking at the map. They were approaching the epicenter of the activity. "Whatever it is, its leading here."

Constantine looked up at the warehouse. Its windows were broken, and the paint was chipped in several places. It was all very creepy.

"Definitely looks the part."

Zatanna snorted, turning her head to Constantine. "Good cause we're going in."

Constantine frowned, following wearily behind her. He readied himself too, hands flashing yellow. "I have a bad feeling about this Zee."

Too late. Zatanna raised both hands at the doors. "Nepo srood!"

The doors flew open, darkness welcoming them both. They stepped into the dreary warehouse. Constantine's face contorted as a rank smell assaulted them. Something wasn't right.

She lit the way. As they walked farther into the warehouse, she began to feel something sinister in the air. She looked at Constantine, his expression equally grim. "Whatever's here, it's evil. Be on your guard-"

Zatanna collapsed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Images flashed through her mind. Blood. Burning cities. Bodies.

Zatanna awoke to a world on fire. She walked through the ashes; bodies were all around her.

"John!" She shouted into the void. No answer. She had to be under the influence of a vision. "Hello?" Zatanna yelled, fear lacing her voice.

"Zatanna." A weak voice called out. Zatanna turned; the bodies were beginning to move. She stepped back as they rose. They were zombies.

She felt a hand grasp her arm. She turned quickly, facing her attacker.

Zatanna let out a gasp. "F-Father."

Her father smiled. Then his face quickly deformed. His skin turned ashen and his cheeks became gaunt. Her father's eyes glazed over, and he lunged at her.

She tried to free herself, but more hands were grabbing onto her. She fell to the ground, bodies toppling over her. "Help!"

"Zatanna!"

A flash of light lit the air, a hand held onto hers. "Hold on!"

In an instant, the bodies were gone. She was free. Zatanna looked around, the images long gone, replaced by a modest office setting. Madame Xanadu, an old friend of her father's, was sitting at her desk. Beside her was Rac Shade, a member of the Justice League Dark, in his teleporting M-Vest.

"Welcome back Zatanna."

"Madame Xanadu." Zatanna sighed in relief. She paused, instantly remembering. "John! We have to go back."

"Constantine was gone when I came for you." Shade said. "Even if I wanted to go back, I can't. My strength isn't fully restored since our encounter with Enchantress."

Xanadu picked up her tarot cards. "John will be fine. We have other pressing matters."

"No!" Zatanna's anger flared. "I brought him there. I sensed something evil; it must have him. We can't abandon John!"

"The world as we know it will come to an end." Xanadu grimly looked at her. "I have seen this world Zatanna. Whatever took him, it is no ordinary creature. You must not encounter it alone. It will be the end of you."

"What do we do then?" John was still at the warehouse. Who knows if this creature would kill him? "John may not be the best, but he's part of this team."

Xanadu looked away. "Yes, we will not abandon him, but he is not in imminent danger yet. We will rescue him when we are prepared."

Zatanna narrowed her eyes. "And how will we do that?"

"We will seek the Batman. The answer lies with him."

"Ughhh."

Constantine opened his eyes, and he was met with darkness. He pushed himself into a sitting position; the back of his head was throbbing. He touched it carefully, his hand coming back wet and sticky.

Blood. Some bastard must have struck him.

"Zee!"

He scanned the room. There was no sign of movement. The last thing he remembered was Zatanna collapsing. Something had caught his attention in the shadows. He went after it and then...nada.

He rubbed his head. It was all so confusing.

"B-Bruce."

The voice was weak. John strained his eyes in the dark, trying to find where it was coming from. "Where are you?"

"Bruce."

Constantine raised his arms, illuminating the room. A young man was sitting against the wall opposite from him. His face was swollen and covered in blood. One of his eyes were completely shut. This man had taken a beating. John walked over and knelt in front of him. He held the young man's face in his hands, feeling sympathy for the poor bastard.

"What's your name lad?" The man's eyes widened, and he began to thrash violently, knocking Constantine's hands away. "No! No! Don't hurt me! Batman is coming! Leave me alone!"

Constantine raised an eyebrow. The man was raving mad. "Lad, we're trapped in a warehouse. Someone's kidnapped you."

The man writhed. "J-Joker! He hurt me! Batman is coming!"

Constantine sighed, shaking his head. He couldn't do much for him but make him more comfortable. He held onto the chains and tried a spell. Pain shot through his arm. He turned it over and saw runes etched onto his skin. "Bollocks!"

Any big spells would probably kill him. Constantine scanned the room again. There was a small window and a door. Both were probably enchanted. "Look, I'll figure out a way to save us."

A ghostly hand touched him on the shoulder. "I'm not sure you can save yourself."

Constantine shivered. "You lot are here, too." The ghosts filled up the space of the room. The faces of everyone he's failed. "Sod off. I don't need your judgement."

Gary Lester, one of his more recent ghosts, shook his head. "We are not here to judge, Constantine. We are here to help."

He stood up to face them. "If you can magically open doors, then I'm all yours."

"I can't open the door, but I can tell you that we are no longer in the same location as before."

"Where are we then Gaz?" Constantine asked.

"Same warehouse. Different location. We're now near Gotham Harbor."

"That's halfway across the city!" Constantine grabbed his head in frustration. To move an entire warehouse needed the strength of a whole team of magicians. Zatanna would have a hard time finding him and using his magic to escape was out of the question.

"Batman's coming." The man whispered again, curling into himself.

He sat next to the man, resting his head on the brick wall. "I hope the Bats finds us, too."

Shade opened the portal, Xanadu and Zatanna following close behind. "I'm limited to short distances. Try to make this meeting quick. "

Zatanna nodded stepping out onto the rooftop. Xanadu peered around. "Where is the Batman?"

Zatanna smirked. "He's here."

The caped crusader stepped out from the shadows. "What are you doing here Zatanna?"

Zatanna stepped forward. "Constantine has been captured by someone here in Gotham. Someone very powerful."

Xanadu stood next to her. "The League has never faced such a monster. It will destroy humankind as we know it. "

Batman folded his arms. "Tell me everything."