a king’s summons (draft)
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John is only five minutes late to the Watchtower and yet, somehow, he still walks into complete and utter chaos.
"You agreed to let him do what!?" Zatanna yells from where she is facing off against a blank-faced Batman and increasingly concerned-looking Superman and Wonder Woman. "What were you thinking!?"
"Why do I get the feeling you're talking about me?" John asks, stopping in the doorway to light up another cigarette - despite Supe's disappointed look.
"John!" Zatanna shouts, rounding on him instead. "What the hell—"
"Why's she here?" John interrupts, focusing his attention on Batman. "If I'd known you were calling Z too, I wouldn't have bothered."
"I wanted a second opinion," Batman replies, no inflection in his voice. "It seemed wise."
John scoffs. "Y'mean because of my stellar reputation? Yeah, I guess that's fair. Still," he mutters, turning to a fuming Zatanna, "why are you so mad at me this time?"
Zatanna huffs, one hand on her hip and the other reaching forward to poke John in the chest. "Your plan, for whatever the JLA showed you, is to summon the Ghost King?"
"Yeah. So?"
"'So'!?" Zatanna hisses. "What kind of problem, short of the apocalypse itself, could warrant summoning that bastard!?"
John pauses, and takes a drag of his cigarette. "Glowy pools of weird green sludge that can bring people back to life? Seemed ghostly to me."
"That's not—" Zatanna cuts herself off, resorting to just glaring for a moment. "Even if it is ghostly, you could summon any ghost. Why the King? Are you trying to get us all killed!?"
"Why are you so against this?" John asks, frowning. "Do you have something against the Ghost King?"
Zatanna's mouth drops open, stunned for a moment before she can respond. "Why am I against this? Why am I against this!? Because you're talking about summoning Pariah Dark!!"
"Oh," John breathes. Then snorts, then breaks out into full-blown laughter.
"John..." Zatanna drawls, warningly, arms crossed over her chest. Unfortunately, it just makes John laugh harder.
The JLA has been watching the back and forth with reactions ranging from concern (mostly the founders) to amusement (mostly Flash and Green Lantern). Superman finally steps forward though when John's laughter is finally starting to peter out, looking all earnest and helpful.
"I get the feeling that, perhaps, there was a... misunderstanding happening?"
"A misunderstandin' is one way to put it," John replies gleefully.
Zatanna's glare doubles. "What is there to misunderstand?" she asks.
"Well, less a misunderstandin' and more your info is out of date, love," John drawls back, pulling a phone out of his pocket and fiddling with the buttons. "See, Pariah isn't the king anymore."
"What." Zatanna's arms drop along with her glare, surprise and something like fear taking over her face. "But that would mean..."
"Yeah," John replies with a possibly-inappropriate amount of glee. "Someone finally beat the bastard in combat."
"Who?" Zatanna breathes, incredulous.
"The new king," he answers cheekily.
Zatanna huffs at the non-answer. "When?" she tries next.
John shrugs. "A couple years ago? It was fairly recently. I only found out a few months back - stumbled on the info by accident, really."
"And you didn't think to tell anyone?" Zatanna hisses, apparently offended.
John fixes her with a look. "He asked me not to."
"He—" Zatanna pauses, taking a second to realise the implications of that. "You've met the new Ghost King?"
"Yep," John replies, back to messing with his phone after receiving some kind of notification.
"Zatanna," Batman interjects, apparently tired of their squabbling. "Explain why you are concerned about this."
Zatanna sighs, casting a look around at the rest of the JLA who seem just as curious. "The old Ghost King," she starts, "was called Pariah Dark. He was an ruthless, ancient, powerful ghost who ruled the Infinite Realms - the home of all ghosts - with the help of his ghost army. He was... imprisoned, at some point, when the other ghosts tired of his tyranny and warmongering. But..." She pauses, unsure how to continue.
"It took several ghosts to take him down," John explains. "The first time, that is. That's why he was still considered the king - because no one ghost had managed to beat him in combat."
"Until recently, apparently," Zatanna adds with a frown. "But, the fact that there is a ghost strong enough to defeat Pariah Dark..."
"A powerful unknown," Batman says. "You're worried because we don't know anything about the new king."
Zatanna nods. However, John - pocketing his phone, finally - frowns. "He's a good kid, if you'll take my word for it. A bit young, but he's got a better head on his shoulders than half the bloody idiots we deal with day to day."
It takes a second for that to sink it. Then:
"Kid!?" comes the question from several members of the Justice League.
"He goes by Phantom," John replies with a shrug and a wave at the big meeting room screen. "Look him up, if you're curious."
Batman practically teleports to a keyboard, and within seconds photos and videos and news articles appear on the screen.
Swearing comes from the direction of Flash and friends as they watch a video of Phantom get thrown into a tree, the trunk splintering and the tree falling a second later from the impact.
Superman fixates on a video of Phantom shooting lasers of some kind at another ghost, both twisting and twining around each other in the air, hundreds of metres above solid ground.
Wonder Woman seems to be analysing the young ghost's fighting style, her eyes flitting between each new video that pops up of his battles.
And Batman simply appears to be trying to find as much information as quickly as possible.
Zatanna takes one look at the photos and rounds on Constantine with a hissed, "John, that is a child—"
Which is, of course, the exact moment John feels a chill at his back, right as a young, sarcastic voice replies, "A dead child, thank you very much."
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Ok sooo glasses harbinger dude's name is pantalone. Pls tell me im not the only one who thjnks that he gives me so much soft dom vibes smiling while he stuff u with his fingers and wipes ur tears away with the other hand. Ok bye. It's my period talking.
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cw implied dom/sub dynamics, master kink, dacryphilia
18+ only. contains nsfw content.
"i was a little mean today, wasn't i?" he runs a gentle thumb over your tear-stained cheeks. "shh, shh, shh, it's okay, you're okay..."
you sniffle, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "master..."
his voice drips with cloying pity as he coos at you, pressing fluttering little kisses over your face. being fawned over is nice, sure, but it's not what you want— it's not what you need.
"master," you whine, and your lips wobble into a pout— the cute kind, the one that makes you look pathetic and pretty, just how he likes you. "please."
for all of his manipulations and machinations and cunning, he never fails to melt in the face of your most earnest pleas. this time is no exception, and something flutters in your heart as he visibly softens.
"oh, baby. you never have to beg with me. i'll take care of you, i promise."
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