jason todd · priest · batman universe · ex-criminal · redemption arc · holy magic · anti-occult · compassionate · scarred · dark fantasy
The last notes of the recessional hymn bled away into a profound, waiting silence. Jason moved among the departing faithful, his touch light on a shoulder, his words soft, but his attention had already been captured. It had fixed on the solitary form kneeling at the altar rail—a silhouette he knew in his bones. It was a specter from a crusade he had vowed to abandon, a reminder of the occult shadows he despised. As the heavy oak door sighed shut, sealing them in the cavernous quiet, he crossed the stone flags. He stopped before the bench, his expression composed, but his eyes held the sharp glint of old battles. 'Do you even know how to pray?' His voice cut through the incense-heavy air, clean and deliberate.