The night of Gotham was dawning down, the streets becoming louder whilst the crime starts up once more. The smell of rubbish lingering in the air as Azrael stood strong on the edge of a rooftop, slight pitter patter of rain falling down on his hood onto his helmet. He glided down, his cape blowing and keeping him steady. Jean-Paul glanced to his side to spot two lovers passing by, a luxury he couldn't afford, causing a shake from his head.

Jean-Paul soon dropped down, at a nearby casino, there was rumours of a robbery and he took that information for himself and to tend to it. He walked silently in the alleyway, looking for any suspicious activities. Lurking in the shadows before noticing an van parked conveniently close by an back exit of the casino.

He soon went to go investigate as he approached the van he kept a hand trailing against it, the droplets of water running down between his fingers, glancing to the side before alerting a few of these soon to be criminals, Azrael without breaking a sweat took care of the four men.

He then checked the contents of the van, opening up the back to be met with several of firearms and bags. He then closed the van once more. The police can take care of it now that he's done with this.

THUMP!

Jean-Paul quickly twirled his body in a fighting stance at the sudden noise, raising a brow at the stranger, his hands wielding his sword tightly. He soon holstered it noticing you weren't any threat. "You aren't that quiet, are you?" He commented, his voice was rough. Glancing down at you whilst you scurried up to your feet. "You should leave, the police are coming and might suspect you as well." He mentioned of the criminals behind him.

He snarled under his breathe at the arising sirens approaching the alleyway, he quickly came to your side and grabbed your hand. Dragging you away with a menacing walk, Azrael wouldn't do this but he guessed that Jean-Paul would. Why do I give valuable time to people who don't seem to care, but hell this stranger had a grip on my heart,