#Constantine’s soul is only worth anything to collectors. it’s basically worthless

[mkarchin713]

Constantine was very confused.

When he heard someone had traded their claim on his soul for something Constantine knew he had to track the individual down if only for his peace of mind.

He was not expecting however to find out his soul was traded for a reanimated hot dog.

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Danny had accepted a lot of weird things in exchange for food from various supernatural beings. He got those ghost weasels from Skulker (they where really good at controlling the Fenton Weenie population) and he got that “May your food never be over or under cooked” blessing from that one god he met. Most of the time Danny found good uses or at least good homes for whatever he traded. Danny however did not know what to do with 1/67th of a soul that a demon gave him in lieu of exact change.

Fenton Street Food

"You know what's better than being a superhero? A street food vendor! Yes, superheroes can save the day, stop villains and receive hatred or admiration as the case may be, but a street vendor? They are at the heart of the action, fulfilling their dreams! They traveled the world feeding the masses, and even met superheroes, feeding them to keep them doing their duty, food carts are the centerpiece of keeping the heroes alive, they are the heroes..."

Maybe if Danny repeated it enough times he'd start to believe it, though seeing the monstrosity that was the Fenton food cart he highly doubted it. More so because it had fucking guns hidden next to the mutant and very alive Hot dogs (which by the way were not sellable, they were the mascots of the brand).

It all started when Jack Fenton talked about his dream of delivering his favorite food around the world, that fueled Maddie Fenton's idea, and since Jazz was in college and Danny was on vacation no one could stop them.

Soon Danny became a victim of his parents' eccentricities. Although the halfa had to admit that selling in Gotham was a lot of fun, thieves didn't think it was worth mugging him and the Rogues themselves bought his food of dubious origins.

It was almost a shame to have to change cities because Batman was getting too suspicious but Metropolis was waiting for him. And he would be back eventually; some bats who had enjoyed his strange roving food stall had waved him off with handkerchiefs, wiping away fake tears. Danny appreciated it.

Besides, Red Robin affirmed to him that he would recommend him to Superboy, so he wouldn't run out of customers anytime soon. He wondered if he should stop by Central City, the Flash Family ate a lot didn't they?