At the House of Mystery

 

"Good day, Mr Allen"

Clifford Devoe barely contained his smirk at the young man's frustration. Allen's suspicions were of course not misplaced, but it was impossible for him to prove that Devoe was indeed up to anything illegal. Besides- he had no idea of the grand scale of his actual plan...

All that was cut short when a portal opened up behind him.

He felt the change in the air behind him and turned his wheelchair around just in time to see the barrel of the gun in his face...

The Author had just put the gun away when another portal opened up. This one, however, was not of his making at all... 

Jared walked out. "Yo! Strange said that I was going to find you here..."

The Author raised his eyebrows- "You can now enter stories as well...?"

"Only the ones that you know about..." Jared replied.

"Strange says it's like travelling to other universes since you have created a universe everytime you interfere with a story."

"So- what can you do now?" the Author asked as he opened up a new portal.

The two men stepped through and walked onto a gravel road. 

"Well..." Jared began, thinking a bit to recall all his new abilities "I can now cut reality itself open with the knive. I can open doorways to other realms and dimensions..."

They walked up to the gate of the House of Mystery.

"...I can also now shoot ankh-shaped energy blasts and- I can now teleport also..."

The Author nodded, indicating that he was listening and taking note while he stood in front of the gate thinking of the best way to get John Constantine to open for them.

"I see he has no doorbell here..." the Author remarked softly. Jared picked up the slight delay in the Author's plans.

"Who are we coming to see anyway?"

The Author pointed to the house.

"This is where John Constantine lives. You are to train under him next."  

"-does not look like he's coming out to meet us..." Jared said after taking a good look at the house. "Let's go meet him."

He unsheathed the knife and with one long downward slash reality itself ripped open in a neat slit. Jared opened it up like a curtain and stepped through it into Constantine's dining hall. The Author followed.

As expected, Constantine was quick to show himself.

"What the hell is the thief of Dr Fate's artefacts doing in my house?!" he bellowed from up the stairs and came down. The Author was not sure whether he was really interested in knowing or whether he was going to end them by some magical means before they could answer.

"Good evening, Mr Constantine!" the Author greeted. "I am a reality repairman. Like it or not- Mr Stevens is the new Fate...

"- who's supposed to be off-planet where he cannot bother anyone until a new Fate gets appointed after him!" snapped Contantine. "What do you want?"

"Well... " the Author began, carefully choosing his words. "I have found a use for Mr Stevens while your world has none and he would be of even more use to me if he is properly trained in the magical arts."

"Sure he will be..." Constantine replied. "-but who says that I want to train him?"

"Well..." the Author shrugged..."You already have Justice League Dark... You would not have that if you did not need help, right...?"

"What can he do besides riding tangeants and seeing destinies/" Constantine asked, jerking his head towards Jared while he lit a cigarette.

Jared smiled. "Let me show you..."