For thou art with me....

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It was dark. For a few seconds, Father Adam puzzled over why it should be dark, then he realized his eyes were closed. It took another heartbeat to remember how to open them, and with the return of that memory came others: how to sit up, how to check his head to confirm that the throbbing pain was not accompanied by blood, how to recognize where he was.

On the ground. Outside the house. The last thing he remembered was white and green fire--

"Ray?" he called out, his throat dry. In the distance he could hear sirens.

Boom boom boom.

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Lately is seemed less and less likely that there would be much of a separation of the Red Hood and Jason Todd. At this point, Jason Todd was dead, again, and the Red Hood has surfaced with more control within the criminal world than he did beforehand. His head had been a jumble, and spending time with Helena did relax him a bit, but it was running the streets that brought everything into a more apparent revelation. It was hearing the screams of people fighting in an overcrowded apartment through paper thin walls, the booming of bass that could be felt within your chest, and the occasional pop of gunfire. It’s something that couldn’t be explained to someone that’s lived in the suburbs. You’re looked upon as a subculture and anyone coming to these parts of town may feel they are “making a difference” but truth be told, they all know that it’s the privileged trying to either clean their guilt for the difference or feel as though they are such a martyr for helping the deprived.

All this swung through his head but it would still give Red a slight grin on his face with the whole irony of it all. It was what allowed him to continue on in such a hellish lifestyle and put life into perspectives. It took up some of his thoughts, but not his other instincts.

“Knock knock.”

Serenity

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Moonlight glints off of the nearly-still surface of a lake; a large, undisturbed body of water amidst a forest not yet popular with campers. For those seeking peace and quiet to contemplate life's heavier matters, it is positively ideal.

The Stranger walks the edge of the lake, this night, seeking out one such contemplative soul.

"Greetings." He speaks simply, his white eyes focusing on the figure at the lake's edge.