It was around 3 am when John’s phone buzzed. It wasn’t rare for him to get a call at this hour. People always seemed to need him whrn he wanted nothing to do with them. But instead of the typical numbers he got, such as Gotham or metropolis or any of the big places he recognized. This was a new area code. Which meant this was going to be a big hassle. He was known for many things, and apparently one of things were being a fucking immortal who didn’t need sleep. Which was not true.

John grumbled as he grabbed his phone, the buzzing being one of the things that truly pissed him off these days. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he slowly sat up, not wanting anything to do with whatever situation he was being called to. But he answered nonetheless. His voice raspy and deep feom exhaustion, but still coherent despite how rude his words were

“What the hell do you want? It’s three in the fucking morning. I’m trying to sleep”