My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Forgotten Bar, this is the site of the master of the dark night.

As a pocket universe, many magicians like to come here for a drink.

In the metal event, this is also the stronghold of Barbatos, the god of darkness.

This place should be full of people.

But now, the bar is empty.

Except for a bearded man sitting alone at the bar and drinking alone.

His withered and yellow hair seemed to have not been washed for many days, and it was covered with dust.

The light yellow windbreaker that he often wears has also become crumpled, being pressed by a corner of his buttocks, and pressed against the high chair.

All kinds of rubbish were scattered on the floor of the bar. Papers, crumbs of wine bottles, and faint blood were completely scattered there, as if mocking the man who was drinking alone.

With exhaustion written all over his face, he picked up a glass and gently swirled the whiskey in it.

Survivor guilt is a nasty thing that gets into the soul and stays there for a long time. It can make survivors feel insignificant, as if what was loved and lost is all that matters.

There is no better example of survivor guilt than this decadent drinking man.

His name is John Constantine, a somewhat jerk detective.

He had spent days in the pub looking for the living and nights drinking with the ashes of his loved ones.

Constantine sighed, and said to himself: "It's hard for me to distinguish a pile of ashes, they are not all different like snowflakes."

"I mean, I think there were other people's ashes in there, but I think most of the ones I picked up were you, Chas!"

Constantine lightly touched the wine glass in his hand to a wine glass placed on the table next to him, which was half filled with wine.

"Enough! John!"

A tall woman in a black bunny costume and a magician's hat opened the door and scolded Konstantin.

"Hello, Zatanna!"

Constantine replied without raising his head.

"The world is hopeless enough,

You shouldn't be drinking alone here. "

The woman named Zatanna persuaded Constantine.

She didn't want to see the man in front of her decadent to such a state.

Constantine was silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Zatana, "I am not a villain, Xiao Zha."

There is no more high-spiritedness in the past in the words, but only despair, "I... am never alone."

"I have been drinking with these old friends, Big Patta, Mister Miracle, Mr. Excellence, Blue Beetle, Golden Pioneer... Hehe, what a kind old friend, just by my side, drinking with me. "

"The ashes in these shoe boxes are theirs. When old friends are together, the taste of drinking will not change." Constantine smacked his lips.

Hearing the words "the ashes in the shoebox", Zatana suddenly stopped talking.

She seemed to have thought of something tragic, and her mood became a little sad.

Undisturbed, Constantine continued: "These people are willing to sacrifice themselves and fight for what they believe in. And I... I have never been keen on sacrifice. I have sacrificed other people for the cause of justice. But I always avoided being that victim."

"Am I a mean person, Zha?" he asked Zatanna.

"yes."

Zatana did not hesitate and gave the answer directly.

"Hehe, I like your straightforwardness."

Constantine drained the wine in his glass at once.

"I found a new change, maybe that's the opportunity we've been waiting for!"

"What?"

Constantine asked drunkenly.

"Batman has appeared! The surviving superheroes have a real leader! That is the opportunity we are waiting for, to resist Omega and regain the dominance of the land!"

Zatana said firmly.

 …

Da da da!

At this time, Eric and his party, who were missed by Zatana, were crossing the beach and came to a swampy area.

This place seems to be a battlefield, which is full of human bones.

The rotten and decaying death breath continued to emanate from it.

The white bones are exposed outside, exposed to the wind and sun, and have become fragmented.

Eric led the horse, walked a few steps inside, and suddenly found a human skull that was unusual.

The musculature on it doesn't seem to be completely decayed.

Eric hurried forward and pulled the half of the human head out of the swamp.

"Bat, I didn't know you still have this hobby, human bones and skulls, it's scary to think about it... I thought you were only interested in my little head! Unexpectedly I'm a little disappointed that you're interested in other skulls."

The clown's head was in the lantern, and he said strangely.

Holding his raven, he shook it vigorously, and the clown who kept shaking was dizzy before he stopped.

"If you don't keep quiet, I will throw you into the swamp!"

The raven made a gesture and still brought out the lantern.

The clown hurriedly said, "Hey, little Batgirl, I'm telling the truth, you can't treat a disabled person like this!"

Ignoring the quarrel between the two, Eric looked at the head carefully.

Half of the face was covered with metal, and the rest of the rotting skin could be vaguely seen as a black man.

"This is......"

Eric compared the memory of his previous life, this face seems to be...steel bone?

Cyborg, Victor Stone, is one of the seven founders of the Justice League who replaced the Martian Manhunter after New 52.

He was originally an excellent American football player, but he was seriously injured by the Apocalypse mother box and was on the verge of death, but he fused the mother box molecules at the moment of the explosion.

In order to extend his life, his father, Silas Stone, took him to the "Red Room Laboratory" where the US government collects various alien technologies for rescue. Kedo absorbed all the high technology in the red room, and eventually became a half-human, half-mechanical cyborg.

Generally speaking, he is a pivotal figure in the DC alliance.

I don't know why, but ended up being separated.

But his body is mechanically modified, even if his head is separated, he should be able to live. The clown can still live well without his body. For some reason, the steel bone died directly!

Looking at his head, Eric has mixed feelings in his heart.

"Sir, who is this? You seem to know him?"

Raven stepped forward, looked at the steel bone's head with some fear, and asked in a low voice.

"One of the seven giants of the Justice League, but now..."

Eric shook his head with a complicated expression, "Like the bones in these swamps, they turned into loess."

"No, sir..."

Raven hesitated for a moment, "He should have just died, maybe I can read the information in the brain. You know, I can read the feelings and memories of human beings, although the magic power is severely weakened, but I think, I can try try......"