<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/9/96/Azrael_Michael_Lane_0004.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20121221163825)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Azrael (Daniel Vandal)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>0320/0330, 3.23.16<br/><strong>Location:</strong>O'Mally's Pub @ First St. & Robinson Row / Gotham City<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Black Canary<br/><strong>Open:</strong>Gotham Team<br/><hr/><br/>The slush of fog that rolled in from Gotham harbor filled the city with a grey silence that threatened to strangle anyone foolish enough to still roam the streets. Still it was a city that never slept so it never stayed quiet long. The biting wind picked up once again dragging a fresh batch of bitter cold air howling between the old harbor shacks and warehouses drowning out the noise of taxis and traffic that lingered from Broadway in the city center. Of course Carol De La Torre couldn't hear any of that from street level, nor would she have likely cared as she tightened her loose petty coat and fumbled to lock the doors of the famed "O'Mally's" pub. A bulging envelope full of the nights cash sat uncomfortably in her coat pocket, but it wasn't like she could leave it at the bar not after the safe had been stolen only a week before in the dead of night. Finally hearing the dull thud of tumblers and pins catching she turned her collar up and stepped onto the sidewalk. She was tired from another late night working the bar crowd, even worse her boss Mr. Craig had made her stay late to close alone- it wasn't her fault what was about to happen but as she ignorantly stepped to cross the empty road she didn't have the slightest clue what awaited her in the alley ahead. She walked across the road with her back toward the pub never looking back to notice the strange hunched figure in white and red positioned on the roof of the pub hazily bathed in the fluorescent pink light of a Shreck's Outlet billboard. As she entered the alley way the stranger stood to his full six feet four inches. Extending his right arm outward a high tension cable fires out from his gauntlet and latches to the roof across the road adjacent to the alley. No maybes about it anymore, it was time to work.<br/><br/>"Mornin' Lovely!" a strangely familiar voice rang out to Carol from the darkness of the alley way. Carol stopped dead in her tracks and instinctively gripped the thick envelope in her pocket. Out of the shadows stepped a short but thick man in front of her, and another tall and lanky one behind her. Both wore simple black mask to hide their faces. "Oh she looks scared Crash!" the thick one said mockingly. "Well no worries there sexy! We're actually... very friendly." the tall one finished as they both closed distance on her. The next moments happened in an instant but couldn't have been closer to slow motion from Carol's perspective. "Keep away from me!" Carol screamed as the vigilante descended on the group from the roof top wasting no time crushing 'Crash' under his full body weight as he did so. The crunch of bone and muscle paired with the wide eyed horror of the fat thief was too much for Carol as she slumped to the ground covering her head. A gale of heavy wind flew over her catching the remaining man in a death grip and held his entire weight up against the brick wall with one razored gauntlet. Carol looked up feeling giddy with her luck and said "Thank you Batma..." she trailed off finally seeing her stalking hero in full light. It wasn't Batman as she had assumed but rather a different hero though dressed slightly similarly to the bat- wearing flowing white with hints of red and gold adorning his costume right down to the giant twin swords he wore on his back.<br/><br/>Azrael didn't acknowledge her as he began to interrogate his victim.<strong>"You are apart of Black Mask crew! What's his involvement with the latest Intergang shipments coming into Gotham? He ran security for the last shipment but I know it goes deeper. TALK!"</strong>Azrael boldly threatened. "Oh jesus there's another one of you bat freaks? Please man I don't know nothing, I was just on my way home from the shipyard honest!" the thug tried to lie, badly. Irritated Azrael pulled the man's hood off with his free hand, though he tried to fight it. "Shit! NO! PLEASE!" the thug begged. With the mask off Carol could finally see her attackers face and was surprised by it. "Mr. Craig?! You? How could you?" Carol said shocked that her boss had actually tried to rob her for the pub till, and horrified at what else might have been. "Listen Carol- It's not like it looks I swe-" Mr. Craig tried to explain until he was cut off by a violent cross hook from the robed hero rendering him unconscious. Without a word toward Carol, Azrael hefted the bulk of the unconscious man onto his shoulder and once again aimed his gauntlet toward the sky firing his grapple and disappearing onto the roof tops leaving the stunned waitress alone to gather herself.<br/><br/>The personal interview with Mr. Craig was short and sweet, he was a liar and a low ranking member of Intergang who knew little to nothing beyond the date and time of the next delivery. Azrael wondered if he could have gotten more from the man, but he'd never shared the Batman's special touch for interrogation- the thugs just never seemed to open up to him the same. Leaving Craig tied and dangling from a lamp post near his former place of employment, Azrael made his way to the roof of Davis Tower to plan his next move. As the clock ticked over to 3:30am Azrael began to hear the unmistakable whine of sirens coming from the south- coming from BlackGate. Through his mask Azrael zoomed his view onto the outer walls of the prison only two miles away in Gotham Bay just in time to see a streak of blue and red rocket from the center and take off north. It was clear to Azrael that his night wasn't over by a long shot, trouble at Blackgate or Arkham always meant trouble for Gotham and with Batman and Nightwing outside of the city it fell to him. Before he could depart however the heads up display in his mask alerted him to the incoming JL emergency frequency, opening the communications channel he was met with the voice of Black Canary.<br/><br/>"Justice League, this is Black Canary. We have a situation, Blackgate Prison is under attack....prisoners are been released.....and I think....its by Superman."<br/><br/>Touching the side of his mask lightly, Azrael opens the communication channel to respond.<strong>"Watchtower, this is Azrael. I have eyes on Blackgate right now, no solid information yet but I did see something fly away at high speed toward the north. I am en route to Blackgate now and will send a status report shortly."</strong>he finished before stepping off the edge of the skyscraper and disappearing into the grey morning sky gliding quickly and silently south toward the prison in chaos.