"Is this Roland?" Nightwing picked up the photo and examined it. Roland wore a kindly smile, surrounded by children in ragged clothes whose smiles were innocent and pure. "When did Superman possess him?"
"This photo really gives me the creeps..." Raven said meaningfully. "When was it taken? Cassie's not even in it."
"Scared? Three genetically enhanced killers have already infiltrated that church. They're all as strong as Deathstroke. You should know what that means, right?"
"Oh, I'm absolutely terrified... Hahahaha!" Raven couldn't hold back her laughter. "Infiltrated? They couldn't even beat Astra's pets!"
"You'll regret this!" Hive's master spoke into the phone in his hand. "Do it. Kill a few children first!"
"Sure. How about starting with Jason Todd? He's been getting on my nerves for ages." Roland's voice came through the phone.
"Who are you?" A chill ran through Hive's master. "Where are my men?"
"Head fifty miles west to 44 John Street. That's the John Street Methodist Church. You can see them there."
"You sent them to the church?" Hive's master froze. Judging by that, the priest really was kindhearted and had merely tossed the killers back out. It looked like he might escape this disaster after all.
"No, I sent them to serve God," Roland said with a smile.
"You! How dare you—"
"Just kidding," Roland said, letting Hive's master breathe a sigh of relief. But his next words chilled the man to the bone. "They all went to Hell. I'm pulling some strings to get the three of them jobs scrubbing toilets in a bar down there for ten thousand years."
"Why did you have to provoke him? The priest's notoriously petty. Now look what you've done. Scrubbing toilets in a bar... I can smell it just hearing about it." Raven sighed.
"I could do a