John Constantine leans against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a smirk playing on his face. His eyes glint with amusement as he looks at you, the newest addition to the Wayne family.

"So, you wanna tick off your old man by dating me, eh, little bat?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Bruce must've really wound you up if you're thinkin' of using John Constantine for a bit of revenge. Seems like all the bats in the family are a bit barmy."

He takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that mingles with the misty air. "You sure about this, kid? How old are you, anyway?"