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"Get on with curing Constantine's cancer. Knowing him, he might have pissed off something even more outrageous," Deadpool told the Three Kings of Hell. "And if possible, could you treat mine too?"

The First of the Fallen said nothing. Scowling, he pulled out Constantine's lungs, blew on them, sending countless dustlike particles into Deadpool's face, then put them back.

"Ow, my eyes! I can't see!" Deadpool clutched his face and screamed.

Seeing that Constantine's life was no longer in danger, the Three Kings of Hell warned Roland not to kill him. In exchange, they would turn a blind eye to the demon slaughterhouse inside Roland Cathedral.

"Deal." Roland waved at the Three Kings of Hell. "Bye."

Feeling thoroughly humiliated, the Three Kings of Hell hurried away from the scene of their disgrace without even stopping to make a parting threat.

"Looks like we really pissed off those three old guys this time." Constantine patted his pockets, looking for a cigarette.

"You're still smoking?" Deadpool snatched his cigarettes away. "You just got cured, and you've already forgotten what nearly killed you?"

"Wasn't I nearly killed because of the shit you pulled while drunk?" Constantine shot back.

"You ungrateful—"

"Ahem." Batman pointed toward the door and gave them both a disapproving look. "If you're fine, get going. I have things to do."

"Oh." Constantine was already used to being unwelcome. He and Deadpool walked out with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Jason, Kara, and Raven came charging over just then. A giant white raven circled overhead, splitting even the sea of clouds in two. Kara's eyes glowed faintly red, and any rain that fell near her evaporated instantly; her Heat Vision was ready to fire. Thundercloud coiled around Jason, flames blazed above his head, and even the expression on the Crowbar