<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xwze2ZQ.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>John Constantine<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>A trenchcoat, shirt, tie, slacks, loafers<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 24 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>16:00<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>A Seedy Back Alley of Gotham Behind Blue Beard's Bar'N'Grill<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Down to Business<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Zachary Zatara<br/><br/><hr/><br/>John coughed and waved a hand to clear away the electronic-smelling smoke. Then he immediately took a drag off of his cigarette, trading one smoke for another. John took the sim card, and watched as Zachary had the courtesy to restore what was broken. The blond Brit gave Zachary a nod as he took the phone back, and tucked the device away.<br/><br/>"Scum of the Earth, this lot, squire." John said with a real sense of disgust in his voice. "One thing for some bloke to try and sell his soul for a sports car and filthy lucre - fool's errand but sign in blood on the dotted line, Bob's your uncle, and you're the only hurt when the Reaperman comes. But we got ourselves a bunch of bad seeds 'ere, my lad. They're into the blood magic, and they're using kids to get it done." John looked Zach in the eyes with a grave expression.<br/><br/>The Brit dropped the end of his smoke to the ground and stamped out the last bit of it, and fished a fresh from a pack in his pocket. He lit up, and exhaled into the night sky. "Done some legwork, and this lots call themselves the Brotherhood of Blood, got some bloody psychopath called Brother Blood leadin' 'em. Muscled out Black Mask's crew from this part of Gotham. Tried to make nice with Black Mask, get 'im to lend a hand, but he's got his own troubles with some of the other loony bin lot that call Gotham home sweet home. Figure our best bet is to use the best stealth magic we got, get in, save any kids we can save, and get out."