John

[goodfellow]

Robin didn't particularly want to draw this out, so he went straight from Fawn to the quarters that were registered to John Constantine. He did not bring treats this time.

He knocked.

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[goodfellow]

Weirdly, Robin believed him.

"Good," he said. "You ought to consider what they think you're capable of, though." He took another drag of the cigarette. "Okay, that's all."

[petty_dabbler]

"Neither of them has any idea what I'm actually capable of," John said. "I'm not even sure, and I'm not going to test it in a tin can in space."

[goodfellow]

"I just hope you know that even though Fawn might not entirely realize this, if you hurt Fin he will never forgive you."

[petty_dabbler]

"You really have a hard on for this idea I'm going to hurt either of them," John noted a bit defensively

[goodfellow]

Robin shrugged. "And considering we've never met you might wonder where that idea is coming from."

[petty_dabbler]

"More like I'm wondering why it's hanging on," he countered.

"Untwist your pants, mate."

[goodfellow]

Robin decided he was done here anyway.

He stubbed the cigarette into an ashtray. "Well, enjoy the rest of your day," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

John jutted his chin at him. Fucking hell, gods were pricks.

"Ta, mate," he said without a trace of disdain.