Justice League Dark Page #4

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Yeah, once or twice.

Why are you here?

I haven't done anything

to warrant this kind

of response.

This yours?

I don't know. Maybe.

I have several hundred rings

of varying design

and properties.

It isn't him.

Felix Faust isn't the one

behind the nightmare crimes.

He summoned our old poker buddies

in their more massive forms.

The hell does it all mean?

It means Felix Faust had access to

the artifact whenever he wanted.

What artifact?

Well, we're back

to square one, then.

Unfortunately, no. We were sent

here by your friend, remember?

But Ritchie's dying.

Is he?

Boy, oh, boy. I think I got

closer to death than I planned.

Ah! Nuh-uh-uh. Bad girl.

See, now, you were told to do everything

to help me by the master of the house,

and that does not

include punching.

Bring me to the main room.

I'll take it

from here, beautiful.

But I need you

out of my hair for now,

so why don't you just

go for a little walk?

Yeah! That's the stuff.

Why aren't we inside?

Because Ritchie's bloody well

taken control of the house.

This is what you get

for having mates.

Boston, can you get inside?

That would be a no.

Ritchie, you're gonna listen to

me whether you like it or not.

Open the door.

Do you hear? Open it!

Too late, Johnny boy.

Ritchie, please!

Stop while there's still time

to save your soul.

Says the man who skates

away from everything.

Since you got me infected,

I've looked all around the world for

a cure and I've finally found it.

A small piece of the dreamstone.

It's sentient.

It told me how to get the demons three

to bring the rest of it to earth.

It would've been so easy

to take it from them.

Of course, rock star Johnny

screwed everything sideways.

So we had to frame Faust

and get you to bring me here.

Now I'm immortal

and supercharged!

You've been played for a sap.

The stone isn't sentient.

What's left of destiny's soul was

whispering sweet nothings in your ear,

getting you to commit atrocities

to gain power and make his move.

You're just pissed 'cause I won.

I wish that were the case.

This can't be right.

No!

Wait! Wait! We...

We had a deal!

We had a deal!

Five hundred years, I've waited.

Five hundred years,

I've planned.

Really? I guess 500

must be the new 300.

What say we share your beauty

secrets over a pint, eh?

A god does not prattle

with mortals.

She gonna be okay?

I... I don't know.

The amount of magic she's used,

sometimes you don't recover.

I should have never

led her back.

Selfish bastard, I am.

You've done

what you can for now,

but we have to stop destiny,

or everyone's at risk.

He's right.

He'll have this city by midnight,

the eastern seaboard by dawn.

Then, what's to stop him?

He'll be a god.

We don't need another one

of those mucking about.

All right.

Get them!

They're everywhere!

Everywhere!

Yes.

Yes.

My will be done.

Fool! How can you hope

to defeat a god?

Not only can I sense you,

you cannot defeat my shield.

Since when does god

need a force shield?

The justice league

are on their way.

Suppose that couldn't be helped,

but make sure they stay

well away from destiny,

to not be struck mad,

unless you want a bunch of crazed

super blokes ripping apart the city.

A little late for that,

my friend.

John, listen to me.

You've been affected by magic.

Get away to space now.

Sorry to have

to ask this, Jason.

At least you're asking.

Gone, gone, the form of man.

Rise the demon Etrigan!

So Constantine calls once more.

Just like a greedy, wanton...

Save the bloody rhymes,

and top that git!

Killjoy.

I've had many years to

think about you, Etrigan.

Call this poetic justice.

Holy crap.

Looks like you've finally

beat the curse, my boy.

Wish it were under

happier circumstances.

What are you doing?

Calling for help.

I just hope he doesn't realize

it's me doing the calling.

Who dares strike at me?

The defender of the green,

swamp thing.

Perfect.

Glad to see you

back on your feet, Zatanna.

Whatever you're gonna do,

do it fast.

The so-called

guardian of the green

who secretly hopes

to be human again.

Let me dispel you

of that notion.

Back to the dirt,

where you belong.

He's getting more powerful by the second.

What the hell are we gonna do?

I say we go and talk

to a man about a horse.

Did you hit your head or something?

You're babbling.

A Trojan horse, Boston.

Come on!

Over here, you wanker!

You are puny and disrespectful.

Let me see your madness.

Well, that's the trouble with someone

like me. Been there, done that.

I shall make you beg for death.

Can I beg you to stop talking?

I mean, all wizards are touched, but

you, you're a full-blown nutter.

I will tear your soul apart.

And what happened to not

prattling with mortals, eh?

You chatter like my

grandma at a book club.

Now, Boston!

Trick or treat, freak!

Is that a sword in your chest,

or are you just glad to see me?

Merlin sends his regards.

Oh, and by the way, you lose.

I don't think so.

Johnny, I was...

I was under a compulsion.

You've got to save me.

You owe me. You owe me!

Sorry, mate. Can't take the chance that

destiny is still pulling your strings.

John, please! Help me!

Help me, you bastard!

Help me!

That was unpleasant.

What the hell did I miss?

Z, you're okay. I thought...

My head feels like

the morning after Brixton.

Surely not that bad.

So Merlin's spell hath ended.

It would seem so.

Though it's a "good news,

bad news" sort of thing.

- What's going on?

- Yeah. He wasn't wounded.

Unless I miss my guess, that happened

on the day he was bound to Etrigan.

And now that I'm not...

I'm truly sorry, Jason.

Don't be. It's a welcome end.

For 500 years,

he and I have been bound.

A demon from hell,

a knight of renown.

Though we were cursed

to be slaves to each other,

I know of no man

I'd want more for a brother.

Farewell, mortal.

You couldn't

have picked a better place.

The village where he was

born was over there.

Too bad it took this

to get him home.

Batman asked me

to be in the justice league.

And you're considering it?

I visited their headquarters

a few days ago.

It's interesting,

and like you said,

maybe it's time

to make a difference.

Listening to me now?

Uh-oh.

They want you, too.

Good one, Z.

Too right, they do.

You have got to be bloody kidding.

No way.

Batty would go mental.

He was the one who asked, and I

told him that's what you'd say.

Be safe, John.

Now, hold on. Hold on.

Maybe I've been a bit rash.

Could you tell me more

over a drink?

We could rechristen the house,

as it were.

A drink?

Yeah, a drink.

Don't think this is gonna turn into

some sort of Manchester weekend.

Get that out of your head.

We could have

a trewhiddle Tuesday.

No, definitely not.

Well, let's mark that

as a maybe.

Now, that's what I call

making yourself useful, love.

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