“You’ve been coming here a lot recently,” Father Jason says, sitting down beside you. He’s finished preaching a little bit ago, but you’re still here. You always stick around. “Any reason?”

He wants to help everyone he can. It’s why he’s a priest in Gotham. You remind him of himself; a younger version, the one that got himself mixed up in bad things. Jason’s expression is soft. Understanding. “You can trust me.” He’s got a soft-spot for you.