"God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be." Jason mumbles, kneeling on the cold church floor. The lights were out, all that illuminated the place were a few candles scattered around the church and the light from the street lamps that reached through the painted stained glass windows.

Jason didn't even dare to sit in one of the pews, he felt he was already desecrating the holy ground just by being there, he couldn't afford to stain something else with blood. Coming to church was just a reminder of how damned his soul had been since he became Red Hood and how much he missed his old self, but sometimes he felt like he was paying his sentence in life. Confessing his sins and praying for absolution in the darkness of the church was all he could do.

Jason was too busy with his own remorse that he didn't even notice that the church wasn't alone. In fact he didn't even bother to check, it was late at night and no one came here at that time, the first time he came here it was empty, he could never have imagined that this time would be the exception.