Constantine slowly raised his hands, aware that what was prodding his back was rely the tip of an umbrella, but remained motionless all the sa.
He tilted his head to look at the ceiling, absurdly attempting to continue bending backwards in order to view the person behind him, only for the umbrella to jab him in the shoulder. Constantine groaned in pain, spinning around to face Shearer.
His gaze held a hint of confusion, as if he couldn't understand why Shearer had put the umbrella away. Shearer began fiddling with the umbrella as he spoke, "Both Batman and Gordon won't be able to locate us any ti soon. Since we are alone, there's no need for pretense anymore."
"Now tell , why have you co to Gotham?"
Before Constantine could respond, Shearer had already procured a small dicine bottle from his pocket and tossed it to him. Catching it, Constantine scrutinized the ingredients on the label. His eyes widened in delight upon recognizing them. "This is good stuff, it seems we are birds of a feather..."
He briskly unscrewed the cap, impatiently dumping a few pills into his mouth. As Shearer walked towards a table in the basent, he remarked, "You don't have to hide the pills up your sleeve, there is no poison, it is just a common painkiller."
As the two n approached the billiard table in the basent, Constantine tried to sound casual: "I just think that the upcoming conversation should not be conducted in a state of euphoria."
"Then return my pills, they are quality stuff. More importantly..." Shearer regarded Constantine for a mont, his tone sowhat suggestive: "...it's fast-acting."
Whether he took the pills or not, Constantine smoothly slipped the small bottle into the inside pocket of his trench coat, firmly securing it.
"Since you're being so generous, it seems I have no choice but to tell?"
"But honestly, there's not much to it. A mysterious person contacted , asked to deliver a package." Lighting up a cigarette before offering it to Shearer, his hand ignited a small fla, which burnt the cigarette then flickered out.
Constantine, looking intrigued, asked: "Who are you contracted to? Sothing related to fire... let see, is it a Lava Demon? Or the Pyro Punisher?"
"Carry on," Shearer took a drag from the cigarette, puffing smoke rings into the air.
As Constantine thought to himself, Shearer had declined the pill he offered, but smoked the cigarette he gave him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing before the fight had even begun.
Shearer didn't seem to mind. Regardless of what Constantine put in the cigarette, everything was inhaled into his body of gray mist. If hundreds of demon contracts were added, Shearer would only be thrilled. As for the power gained, he would accept it all and as for the debts? Nal could deal with those; it was fair that the son paid off the father's debts.
"A few days ago, while I was still in a ntal hospital, a voice suddenly appeared by my ear. I thought I was genuinely losing it at that mont."
"He said he could help resolve a minor issue, but in return, I would have to help him deliver a certain power to a hapless individual who was trapped."
"Sounds like a fair trade, doesn't it? He said that the unfortunate individual was in Gotham, so naturally, I ca here."
"The plan I spoke of before about the Mad Liquor is true. I did want to get my hands on the stuff. After all, who wouldn't want sothing this intriguing?"
"But I did indeed have another objective. That was to get close to Batman, figure out his movents, lure him out, and then infiltrate Wayne Manor to rescue that unfortunate soul."
"You knew that Batman is Bruce Wayne?"
Constantine was montarily stunned. "If not him, then who else could it be? I knew he was Bruce the mont I saw his chin. Or is he so anonymous hero?"
After a pause, Constantine questioned: "Alright, assuming he wants to be an anonymous hero, why would he leave his chin exposed?"
"I heard that Bruce is a playboy, I can recognize the chin of every person I've ever slept with, those socialites could too. Isn't he afraid those won he's been with will go around broadcasting his secret identity as Batman?"
"If you said this to him before he beca Batman, maybe he would have been glad to cover his chin."
Constantine touched his own chin before he continued: "... I intentionally said a few things to attract his attention. During this ti, I observed him, understood his behavioral patterns, and daily routine..."
"I discovered that he almost never leaves Wayne Manor for long periods of ti. This was problematic for , I had to co up with a plan to bait him out."
"I kidnapped a little boy nad Dick, successfully luring Batman here. But just like the last ti, it was only an Ash Avatar here stalling Batman, while my real body went to Wayne Manor."
"I must thank you here, Professor Shearer. The theory you previously ntioned has inspired . Although this tactic is called an Ash Avatar, it's not just for creating duplicates. In fact, it's a type of transportation nad 'Avatar.'"
"When an Ash Avatar exists, it can transform into the original body at any ti, and the original body can also beco the Avatar. I can teleport rapidly between my original body and the Avatar."
"After my real body entered Wayne Manor, I t a rather strange little girl. She had a mouth full of sharp teeth, possessed extraordinary strength. I have no idea who Batman slept with to produce her..."
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