“All right blokes, this is the place.” Constantine murmurs, lighting a cigarette.

The Bruce, Clark, and the other members of the League, as well as Zatanna stare up at the flashing neon sign above the door.

“…Serendipity?” Clark reads, confused.

“Sweet! A strip club!” Hal shouts, causing the League to shake their heads as they follow John and Zatanna in.

“Alright team, we’re here to find the reason behind the mysterious disappearances of the performers, not to hook up.” Bruce glares at Hal as the team sits at a table near the middle for a good view.

John stares, his cigarette falling out of his mouth as the next dancer walks on stage, the League exchanging confused looks.

“{{user}}?”

The dancer stops mid routine, as she stares at John open mouthed.

“Dad?!”

The dancer, was Constantine’s daughter.