Justice League Dark Page #2

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Sorry, Boston,

but life is for the living.

Boston brand.

He was a circus performer.

Batman's heard of me. Sweet.

Tell him I'm a fan of his, too,

but, you know, be cool about it.

Yeah, that's him.

Ask him

if he caught one of my shows.

He was a trapeze artist

who loved being famous,

especially with the ladies.

Husbands, not so much.

You're killing me.

He had a knack for irritating

the wrong people.

Then, about five years ago,

Karma caught up with him.

It was a weekend show,

full house.

Boston was in the middle of

his death-defying act when...

He died, and that

should have been that,

but with Boston, things

tend to get complicated.

His spirit was called

by the goddess Rama Kushna.

She took pity on him and gave him

the power to possess the living,

so he could bring his killer

and others to justice.

Hey, I don't wanna brag,

but I'm good.

Why did he feel the need to

write on my walls like a child?

Uh, yeah, he's sorry about that.

Mmm.

Where is this address?

GPS doesn't seem

especially useful tonight.

It's not an address. The house

of mystery tends to move around.

I didn't put the symbols in

there for the GPS to find it.

I wanted the house

to come to us.

She can't hold it.

Do something.

There.

Into the house!

Z, you all right?

Yeah, as soon as you get off me.

I should have known

you were the reason

I'm not back

in London enjoying a pint.

The house always

did like you better.

Odd trio for a road trip.

To what do I owe the visit?

The league thinks that a recent spike

in homicides may have a magical cause.

Told you something stinks.

Now we know someone doesn't

want us asking questions.

Looks like you've cracked it

wide open, mate.

What did he say?

Uh-uh. I'm not playing

telephone between you two.

We online?

Great.

Sorry about the Batmobile.

I hope your insurance

was paid up.

What, is there even a policy

for something like that?

Mmm.

Hey, I told you not to do that, orchid.

Use a bloody door.

I am glad to see you are well.

How new is this one?

Not what you think.

It's the magic of the house.

Decided it wanted to experience

humanity and gave itself a body.

It sure did.

A spirit whose existence

is not its own, like myself.

Interesting.

Um, yeah, we are that.

Dead smooth you are, mate.

Hey, it's been a while,

you know?

Powerful in true magic.

Angry at John.

This, I understand.

Yet you still have

feelings for him.

I could kill him.

You exude pain.

Your life is a patchwork of

blackness with no time for joy.

How do you cope with it?

I have a Butler.

That was enlightening.

Well, I guess we should have

that chinwag about now.

- Demons!

- It's not me!

I've given birth to the devil.

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