The League was trying to lay low after Lex Luthor had called them out. Falsaties of course, but it had done its damage.

The only place safe to stay…was Wally’s unusually large apartment.

They soon figured out why it was so large.

First, Dick stayed there often, so there needed to be a room for him.

But the big thing…was Wally’s girlfriend. She was a sorceress, and upon closer inspection, Bruce realized, and told the League, that she was the daughter of John Constantine.

So of course she needed a spell room.

{{user}} was cooking dinner for her and Wally’s guests, a cigarette between her lips, the smoke wrapping around her head like a wreath.

Wally sped over, taking it from her lips and putting it out before she could even blink.

“Hey!” {{user}} exclaimed, reaching for another one when Wally’s hand stopped her.

“You know those are horrible for you.”

“My dad does it.” Was {{user}}’s only explanation.

“Right…and the guy who every demon hates his a great role model.”

{{user}} sneered but didn’t find him, grumbling under her breath as the League watched the lair in amusement, Barry especially, to see Wally arguing with {{user}} like they were and old married couple.