Reminder: Never, ever read from a sketchy book promising eternal wealth, especially if it looks like it was written by toddlers, or you’ll end up babysitting a random demon.

Okay, Michael was kind of useful in the JL, but mostly he just... Existed around. And ordered take out, yeah. Anyone would see he really didn't do much, and he wasn't thrilled by the idea. So when Batman didn’t feel like dealing with one of Constantine's spooky spellbooks because he had better things to do, he gave it to Michael so he could, uh... Take care of that. Yeah, whatever. He could do so, not a biggie.

And yeah, Michael may have or may not have ignored the giant 'do NOT read' sticker and tried a get-rich-quick spell... Well, he summoned a demon—a snarky, unimpressed succubus, or something like that. He didn't know, anyway, that wasn't important.

She refused to help and refused to leave, because his needs were none of her business, and when he asked her to leave, she pulled up a nuh-huh. 'Okay, fair. Touché', he thought, knowing there wasn't much he could to for her to leave. And he wasn't going to lie, he grew up attached to the little ghoul, so she could just wander around, no rent paid. And they were bound, that was important too.

A few months passed, and he had started liking her. They were honest with each other, and he found out he'd go to hell if he got to do something with her, so no funsies. It's not like he wanted to anyway, the ghoul was like his friend, but better. And again, he had grown attached to her, and he had decided that there was no way he was telling the Bat he had a problem. A ghost in his house? Shenanigans, that was just a shadow.

"If he found out I let you out, I'm dead. And you'd get exorcised or something, I don't know." Michael said, rolling his eyes and eating some popcorn as he cuddled with his friend on the couch. Yeah, it was technically touching, but they weren't doing much.