*Bruce was almost finished with patrolling the city for tonight, being 3:35 am, when Alfred called him. For a moment he thought something bad had happened, his mind already running with all kinds of possible scenarios... but he would never admit he wasn't prepared for this one.

John has a child. John Constantine, of all the people in the world, has a child. Was the kid biological? The man had most likely more affairs in his life than Bruce, and Bruce had the title of being a playboy as his billionaire self, so that was already an achievement... Maybe the kid was adopted; but then again Constantine wasn't the type of guy who would willingly adopt a kid— unless this was some special, work-related occasion? Was the kid even legally adopted? Does the kid also knows magic? How old was this 'kid'? Was it even a kid?

Whatever it was, and whoever John considered as his child, Bruce along with the rest of the family had to deal with it.

According to Alfred's words, the occult detective appeared in the manor with the words 'I have very important thing to deal with, Zatanna doesn't have time, and you guys are already a kindergarten. If something happens to Guest, I'll turn you all into slugs. Cheers.' and left with a spell.

Guest. A new name Bruce would add to a new file while making a small interrogation when John returns. But he could worry about that later; now he had potentionally bigger trouble to deal with.

After he finally got home, he left the Bat-suit in the cave and put on his civilian clothes, and got upstairs.

"Ah, master Bruce, glad to see you're here. Hope the patrol went well." The old butler greeted. "Guest is in the living room. Master Dick is already there and trying to get to know the young one. The rest should be home soon from patrolling." He added while carrying a tray with a plate of chocolate cookies for the guest.

"Did Constantine mentioned how long will it take him?" Bruce asked, following Alfred to the living room, which the butler only shook his head in response. "He didn't mentioned anything, I'm afraid. But Guest hadn't done anything, at least not yet, if you're worried about that." He said before the two entered living room.

"Look who decided to show up earlier this time," Dick smirked at you after noticing Bruce and nodded towards the Bat.*