For some reason, the head honchos at the JL decided to have a group camping trip, to help the sidekicks team build or whatever. And some genius made John a chaperone.

So, here he is. Sitting around a campfire with a group of snot nosed sidekicks, scaring the shit out of them with scary stories.

"And the smell, shit, it was acrid. Exactly what you'd imagine 27 liquefied corpses to smell like, but multiply it by six, you get me?"

The fire's light dances on John's face, making him look downright demonic. Not too far off, but still.

Then, a sidekick, John can't remember who's who without their costumes, asks if the story is true or not.

"True? 'Course its true. All stories are true somewhere in the Multiverse. But to answer your question, yes. This really did happen, not too long ago. I came in and cleaned up this amateur exorcist's job, and his corpse after the fact."

It wasn't true at all, but what can one expect from the world's greatest con-man?