"Barbara, you are sure you want to pursue this candidate yourself," J'onn asked.

"I'm not comfortable recommending him to the team before I met him myself, J'onn," I replied confidently.

"You know field work isn't necessary for this job."

"I know J'onn, but our candidate isn't real chatty on the phone," I said. We landed the plane in an empty field in Louisiana.

"Your recommendation should be enough. Do not take what Batman said earlier to heart," J'onn said looking at me.

"J'onn, I really just need to check this one out. I don't want you all to waste time on a lost cause, but thank you for coming with me," I replied.

I knew he was just trying to assure me that the league was confident in me, but I still wanted to be careful. Especially if Bruce was going to be going over my candidates with a fine toothcomb.

I took a piece of paper out and started reading the incantation Zatanna wrote for me. "Yretsym fo esuoh. Em erofeb raeppa. Yretsym fo esuoh. Em erofeb raeppa. Yretsym fo esuoh. Em erofeb raeppa!"

I waited in anticipation. Nothing happened. Just an empty field and the sound of cicadas. "Well that didn't work," I said to J'onn.

"It was going to work love, I just stopped you from making my house appear," a British accent said. I looked and saw the bleach-blonde man in a trench coat.

"John Constantine?"

"In the flesh," he said. I bent down and picked up a small rock and tossed it at him. It went right through him. Zatanna told me he'd probably not really show up.

"Well, you're here, but not so much in the flesh," I said crossing my arms.

"You are clever love, but the bat people need to be," he said back. His eyebrow hooked up as if he was interested.

"I'll cut to the chase, I've come here to offer you membership to the Justice League," I said walking up to his ghostly form.

"Recruiting little o' me? Now that is a bloody laugh," he said lighting a cigarette.

"You are John Constantine. Exorcist, demonologist, and master of the dark arts," I asked.

"'Master' of the dark arts? More like a 'petty dabbler'. I hate to put on airs," he said smirking and taking another puff of his cigarette, "let me guess, Zatanna gave you that incantation. How the bloody hell did you get her to do that," he asked as he looked at me up and down like he was checking me out.

"I asked," I replied and shrugged. He just smirked at me and scoffed.

"Well, she must trust you then. Her trust doesn't come easy," he said as if he had a story behind that sentiment. Zatanna told me they had a history. I didn't press her on what kind, but I could only imagine.

"So are you interested," I asked ready to cut the chit-chat.

"I don't do team-ups and I should have no business being around you capes and spandex types- or kevlar in your case."

"Why is that," J'onn asked perplexed.

"Do-gooders like you don't like my tactics. It's not conducive to a team environment—or so I've been told many times. In fact, I am surprised Zatanna didn't tell you about how much of wanker I am," he replied.

"Zatanna gave me quite the warning label with that spell. She even told me I shouldn't recruit you, but as you said: you are the best," I said looking at him dead in the eyes, "as you know the founding members of the League are not familiar with magic and the occult. I feel it is an area that the team is severely lacking. Zatanna is great but doesn't want to be a full member."

"You want me to be a full-time member," he asked with an 'are you serious' look.

"I don't expect you to go toe to toe with Gorilla Grodd or anything, but say Morgan le Fey shows up or Felix Faust, it'd be nice to have you in our corner. Heard you don't like them much anyways."

"I don't like them, but that still isn't enough for me to join the bloody goody two-shoes club," he replied.

Maybe if it were a different time or different day I would have given up so easily, but I was tired. I'd had enough of the difficult type. Always fighting the tide of the loner was finally wearing me out. I've led this horse to water, and he's not going to drink it.

"Okay," I said turning around and leaving. J'onn looked at me confused as I turned around. I shrugged and he soon followed.

"That's it? Off you pop," I heard him ask behind me. He was laughing a bit too. I turned back around and looked at him.

"What, did you want me to beg? You said no, end of story," I said calmly and shrugged. J'onn also looked at me a bit confused but still following my lead.

"You seem like a bird who doesn't take no for an answer," he said taking another puff of his cigarette.

"That whole 'I don't take no for an answer' saying has always just sounded so creepy to me. To be honest I really just do not have the patience right now for the 'too dark and tortured routine'," I said assertively.

John just smirked and put out his cigarette. "Well then, sounds like you got me all figured out."

"No, I probably don't. You could be a complete asshole or you could not be, but I am not going to force you into this. I want to recruit people who want to join. If you change your mind, then just call us."

"That's a big 'if'," he replied but then hesitantly continued, "but if any of your lesser talented folk of the mystic persuasion can't get you out of a bind, then you know how to find me. League business or not Barbara Gordon," he said without skipping a beat.

I sighed. Great another person who knows my identity. He probably knows most of the League's identities. "I'm not even going to ask how you know my name, but hopefully I won't ever need your kind of help," I replied.

"God willing you won't love. Do me a favor and tell Zatanna her incantation was bloody weak," he said as he disappeared.

On the ride home things were quiet. I wasn't sure if it was because J'onn was scared to talk or if he just had enough of my rotten attitude. I mean reaming Bruce in front of him on the vid line had to have been pretty uncomfortable and then watching me with Constantine seemed to show a pattern of my irritable mood.

"J'onn," I said quietly looking over at him as he piloted the Javelin.

"What is it Barbara," J'onn asked still looking ahead.

"I just want you to know that I'm not usually rude, short, and temperamental. I've just hit the end of my rope."

"He was as people of earth like to say "a jerk," J'onn replied in all seriousness.

"Hmm, and I am a complete joy to be around. Correct?"

"We will have a better day tomorrow," he replied. Martians smiled I guess and I think J'onn gave me one.

"Yes, I am going to make an effort to not brood, especially since I hate brooding."

"Well, you learned from the best," J'onn replied.

I gave him a side-eyed glance, "Were you a smart ass on Mars or did you learn that here," I asked.

"Maybe Flash is wearing off on me," he said.

I just smiled back at that.

When I got back to my apartment that night I noticed my window was cracked open. I wasn't worried that someone broke in though. On my desk was a new piece of paper that didn't match the others on my desk.

Here is the list you asked for.

- Bruce

Andrea Beaumont

Diana

Dinah Drake

Leslie Thompkins

Lois Lane

Talia

Shayera Hol

Zatanna

Everyone is a smartass these days.