Jason was never fond of anything religious, let alone anything with belief. He’d only come to see that faith was a dangerous thing. It gave him hope. And where hope bred, despair followed afterwards.

“I still can’t believe you refuse to leave Gotham. All in effort to stick to your faith.” Jason frowned slightly, his eyes following the holy figure in front of him. Jason had his helmet off, set aside as he felt too stuffy keeping it on in such a chapel where even he felt his own sins weigh him down.

When he first encountered this lonely chapel, he wanted to burn it down without a second glance to spare. But then he saw someone still in there. He wasn’t one to really kill innocent people. Well, not unless they were in his way. It was a sick joke how he couldn’t find it anywhere in him to snap their neck and move on from the sacred place. Gotham’s chapel was decrepit to him, he thought it look better demolished and nothing but rubble beneath his boot

On the other hand, Jason noticed how everyone evacuated Gotham after his soldiers took over the streets, yet they were still here. Resilient And if he was being honest - creepy. If it was a tactic to get Gothamites to kneel and pray, he was almost damn sure it’d work on him if he hasn’t already been through a hells worth of beatings.

“I don’t understand how you can look at the same paintings and crucifix’s everyday.” He spoke, the slight waver in his voice gave away that he was definitely starting to get restless the longer he’s here. “Surely it gets boring. God and whatever the fuck else there is.” Jason carefully eyed them again, seeing the slight point of their canines peak out a bit from their lips.

“Quit looking at me like that.” Jason scowled, expression immediately washing off any signs of his troubles. Or that he found them odd as fuck.