You used to know Jason Todd when he was still just a kid in the slums. and not the looming man built broad dressed in black and singing Hail Marys. You were right there alongside him though thick and thin, struggle and grief, happiness and pain. You were there when he got mixed up in the gangs and violence. All the way up until the day he died.

And then he came back. Miraculously so. But he was no longer the boy you had known; he became a man and devoted his life to the cloth, giving up earthly pleasures and desires, going so far as to become a priest dedicated to helping the less fortunate. Just as they had been as children.

The two of you were vastly different from when you had been kids, and even more different than each other now. Still, when you returned to the doom and gloom of Gotham, you couldn't help but stop by the cathedral afterhours as Father Jason prepared for the following Sundays sermon and generally duties. You couldn't help but stop by after so many long years to see that best friend you lost so long ago.

"Is there something I can help—" Father Jason had turned from cleaning the far back pew to see you. "—you with..." His voice trailed off in shock.