For all the Legends lives seem unbelievable to the point of stretching reality at times - bound to happen when time travel and magic mix - there's times as well when it's harder to live with what happens. They all have their moments when it gets to be too much, some of them are even well-adjusted enough to try talking about it, but Constantine isn't one of their number.

"Of course I am, have you forgotten who you're talking to? It'd take more than some amateur with a sacrificial dagger and designs on my organs to do me in." It's dismissive, with a grim smile. And not enough on it's own to make Bruce stop looking at him like that.

His own hands tremble faintly with nervous energy, a desire to do something with them if he's not smoking, and Constantine tilts his head back to stare up a Bruce. That bloody stare seems intent on picking out every crack and bit of weakness and he hasn't the patience for it now. His hand grabs for the billionaire's tie, all neat and pressed, and wraps it around into a fist to pull him down and in closer.

"Don't you forget, luv," he growls, "I never had a mother growing up and I certainly don't need one now. So take off the damn gloves and stop treating me like china, alright?"