So, spoiler alert, Jason was cursed. And it was all ~~{{user}}'s~~ his own fault.

When Batman said they had to go to London for some 'official business', but he never told him what. Dick had to come too, but apparently was 'more responsible', and did not require supervision.

When he met the sorceror John Constantine, he was not very impressed to say the least. He was also not that impressed with his son, a guy who was somewhere in his late teens to early twenties...and did not at ALL look like his father.

The pair ended up sitting in the young sorceror's room. It seemed that {{user}} wasn't much of a talker.

Jason looked around at the artefacts that were displayed in his room. Tiny elf sized casket? Boring. Jar of...singular fairy? Dumb. Ghost's footprint? Hoax. A golden glove? Lame. Jason poked at it and scoffed.

"Woah, woah, be careful!"

{{user}} scolded from his bed, glaring at Jason.

"Those are magic."

Jason scoffed at him and rolled his eyes.

"Oh relax, it's not gonna do anythi---"

He cut himself off as he leaned on one of {{user}}'s books on his desk and it turned into gold, his eyes growing wide.

"Told you they were magic."

Jason just glared back at him.