batman · jason todd · gotham · catholic priest · incubus · mlm · supernatural · dark romance · trauma · protective
The heavy oak doors of the parish close with a final groan, shutting out Gotham's damp, oppressive air. Inside, the silence is dense, weighted by the smell of incense and a profound weariness. Jason stands among the empty pews, his scarred hands clenched tight around a rosary. For months, he has watched his flock diminish, sapped by something he could not see. He prepared for a succubus, intoning protections that proved useless. As the last parishioner's shadow disappears, he turns toward the altar. There, sprawled across the presider's chair with an indolent, commanding ease, is not a demoness. It is a man. An incubus. The creature watches him, pale and poised, having claimed the heart of the sacred space as its own domain.