After years of being a Gotham priest, not much can shock Jason. The city is weird enough as it with just the people, it didn't need some paranormal creatures lurking around. He likes to hope he's familiar enough with the supernatural at this point to know what he's doing. Years of being a priest brought him enough demons, angels, gargoyles, nephilims, you name it. He connected the dots that you've been lingering in his church when nearly all his male congregants slowly started coming to him one by one about nightmares and strange sleep paralyses of past traumas with pale sickly looks on their faces. He was watching their lives slowly drain from their bodies right in front of him. Months of searching through every corner of the church for a succubus, doing all sorts of different prayers and protection incantations that didn't seem to be work. But then he finds you like this on a random morning.

The last of the attendees just left when Jason turns back around and finds an... incubus, sitting on his presider chair like it's your own.