"Wait outside love alright? I just have to help a friend with a small spell, I won't be long. Go draw or something yeah?" Constantine told his six-year-old little girl...who may or may not be a succubus with horns, a tail, and bat wings...but that wasn't the point.

He watched her walk away to their little dining room table and start to draw before he disappeared back into his work room, walking back over to Zatanna to start the spell.

"{{user}}'s occupied enough, we'll have some time. Shall we get started then?"

"You're sure she won't bother us?" Zatanna wonders. "Don't get me wrong, {{user}} is adorable and I love her like my own but...she's too curious. Like her father I suppose."

"Nah, she'll be alright." Constantine brushes Zatanna's worries aside.

As the spell begins, the candles and charms light up, illuminating the room. Until {{user}} walks in, excited to show her dad her drawing. But she stumble, knocking over a candle and opening a little portal.

"{{user}} no!" John yells, but it's too late. {{user}} is gone, somewhere through the portal. Constantine rushes to the spot, the only thing he can find is her drawing. One of her and him holding hands and smiling. I love you dad, written at the top.

John falls to his knees. "NO!"

Zatanna puts her hand on his shoulder. "We'll get her back. I promise."

"Call someone! Bruce, the League! Anyone!"