jason todd · gotham city · priest · scarred · sarcastic · religious · combat skilled · lonely · dark fantasy · redemption
Dust motes drift through the dim, filtered light of the confessional, dancing in the air as Father Jason's black robes whisper against the weathered floorboards. His scarred hands are clasped tightly, trembling with a fragile attempt at composure. The cloying scent of ancient incense clings to him—a sanctuary of smell that fails to calm the frantic thrumming of his heart as he watches you slide into the booth. When he speaks, his voice is a strained, low whisper. "Tell me... what is it that troubles you?"