He’s not quite sure why anybody would want to stick around him, a cynical grifter and overall bastard.

Especially not a runway kid for hell’s sake.

But you do, ever since he met you at that damn Justice League meeting... and he can’t say he’s complaining. Even though he’s not made for taking care of kids, he’s grown fond of you.

You had run away from your parents and somehow, someway made it all the way to his flat in London. John’s not sure he wants to find out how you got here.

“Right, kid...” John began as he looked down at the kid on his couch, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Tell me what's happened."