"This is John Constantine.."

"Dad! I'm so glad.."

"I unfortunately can't answer my phone right now, I'm probably in hell or something like that. I will get back to you as soon as I can."

Beep!

"Hi dad, it's me. Ya know it's been a few years since I saw you last, I thought you might at least visit, but I guess not. I love you, hope you're not in hell." I ended the call as I started to cry.

I put my face in my pillow and cried.

It's been three god damn years, he could have at least called. Just once.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Just go away, can't you just go away?" I cried.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Damian.

"It's ok, you don't have to be strong all the time." He said.

I just continued to cry.

"I learned that you can't always be strong, at first I didn't believe it but now, I understand no madder who you are, you have weaknesses. Nothing will change that."

I pulled away from him and wiped the tears from my face. "I never wanted anyone to see me like this. I never wanted to be like this."

He took off his mask. "I saw how hurt you were when Raven and you healing me. John Constantine is your father?"

I sniffled. "Yeah, he dumped me off at this place three years ago."

"My Grandfather knew him. I had met him on a few occasions." Damian said. "He's a good man, and I'm sure he's just fine."

He got up and patted the top of my head. "And I'm sure you'll see him again."

Damian walked out of my room.

I thought he was a self centered brat, now I feel bad, he just acts like that because he doesn't know how else to act. He was raised to be an assassin, and assassins don't have any feeling but hatred or no feelings at all.