"I swear, this really has nothing to do with me!"
"It definitely wasn't some magical experiment I was conducting..."
As he looked at the towering figure standing within arm's reach.
And met those calm yet piercing eyes, which seemed to stare straight into the depths of his soul and leave all the vileness and poison in his heart nowhere to hide.
Instinctively.
Constantine raised both hands and gave Batman a french salute.
Trying to prove through his actions that he was harmless.
He had no desire to get beaten to a pulp by the other man.
But unfortunately, Batman clearly did not buy it.
His gaze did not change in the slightest because of Constantine's actions.
It remained as steady as an eternal mountain range that had stood for billions of years.
And he neither paid heed to any of Constantine's explanations nor said anything himself.
He simply watched him.
Yet even so.
Under that gaze.
Constantine felt an invisible, terrifying pressure.
It was as though both body and soul were being interrogated...
Far more uncomfortable than being stripped naked and thrown into Times Square.
It even brought back certain unbearable memories.
So before long, beneath Batman's silent gaze, he chose to truly raise the white flag:
"Fine, fine, fine..."
"Even though this really has nothing to do with me."
"I do think this might be the work of someone I know. In the aura they left behind, I sensed something familiar..."
At this point, perhaps to keep Batman from misunderstanding.
He hurriedly added:
"Uh... maybe we weren't that familiar."
"At least, I can't remember who they are right now. It just feels vaguely familiar..."
Only then did Batman slowly speak. "That's enough."
"After all, you have all sorts of strange spells and methods that can peel the truth away