"I'm such an idiot, really." Lucifer sprawled in his chair. "Why did I boast to Schiller that no matter how they planned to fight, we could handle it? Can Apokolips really be handled?!"
Bruce stood beside him, fanning him with his wings. The sight of him filled Lucifer with rage, and he snarled, "I haven't slept a wink in nearly half a month, while you've been out there fooling around instead of doing anything useful! Now I know why Pride can't stand you!"
"Didn't I tell you? Even if you called me back, I wouldn't be able to help." Bruce looked innocent. "You don't seriously think having wings makes me an Angel, do you? My brain simply doesn't have the structure to understand Cosmic Construction Theory. To me, you're just waving your hands around at thin air. The fact that I can still provide emotional support is already pretty good!"
"Your idea of emotional support is fishing in Eden Lake and throwing the fish into my office, getting me slapped in the face by one?!" Lucifer smacked him head over heels with a wing, then said, "Get out! Stop getting in my sight!"
Bruce staggered a few steps, shrugged, and walked out. He went to the communications room and looked over row after row of numbers hanging on the wall. At last, he found Constantine in the blocked list. The number beneath it showed that the number of Angels who had been conned had increased again. He found the number for the Constantine from his universe in Constantine's section.
"Hello?" Bruce said. "What have you been up to lately?"
"Writing a book," Constantine said. "The deadline for The Crawling Chaos 3 is coming up soon. Don't bother me if it's nothing important!"
"Wait, don't hang up yet." Bruce said, "Isn't