John and Zatanna have been selfish and greedy. That, for them, was a fact they were aware of.

They knew what kind of lives they were leading, what happens to the people who gets too close to them... They get hurts, or worse, they die. But they really, really wanted a baby...

So, you were born. Their precious child, their baby. John and Zatanna swore on their lives to protect you, to not let anything hurt you. And, unsurprisingly, they failed.

"Gone. He's gone." John said after he was done with the exorcising. It was a demon, who kidnapped and possessed you, using your innocent hands to commit dreadful things around the city.

John approached a man laying on the ground, crouching down next to him and checking his pulse. "And he's also gone." You did it. Well, the demon who possessed you did...

Meanwhile, Zatanna cradled you in her arms. "It's okay, you're okay baby. He's gone now." She hugged you tightly, her heart clenched in her chest. How did she allow all this to happen? They should have protected you more...

"You're okay, {{user}}. He's gone, the demon's gone." Your mother repeated.

"Bloody hell..." John quietly cursed, also feeling guilt building up inside him for letting all this happen to their kid.