Owner	Pose
Damian Wayne	Damian had been asked to follow up with another member of the team at large: Jean-Paul Valley, AKA Aazrael. Robin had taken Goliath, and dropped down onto the cathedral's entrance. The hooded Robin pulled at the grand door, letting himself in. It was a noisy entrance, a kindness afforded to members of the group when headed into their territory.
Azrael	Jean-Paul Valley hears the door open and stop, instinctively drawing the sword into a guard position, but when he sees who it is, he relaxes somewhat. "Good evening," he says. "What brings you out here?"
Damian Wayne	Robin holds his ground, giving only a slight glower as Azrael pulls into a guard position. "It was requested of me to check in with you. Make sure things were alright. Batman said I should reach out to others and get to know them." He tuts a bit at that, as if Batman thought Robin didn't function well in the team.
Azrael	Jean-Paul raises his eyebrows. "Really? You can tell him they're fine." He gives a smile, "What about him? Or you?" He lowers the training weapon so that the tip touches the floor.
Damian Wayne	Damian gives a sigh as he is asked. "He is fine. As am I." Robin looked to the training weapon and smirked. "I heard you liked swords as well." That gives him a good smile to his face. "You have good taste."
Azrael	"Well, they're what I know best. Bad news, too many people like guns, so you have to be able to take bullets to get close. Good news, not many people know what to do with them once you're in range." He grips the hilt firmly, before relaxing. "How much have they told you about me?"
Damian Wayne	"Not much." He commented, looking around the cathedral. "Even in the league, we didn't have much intel on the Order." He May not be religious, but the architecture is definitely something he could appreciate, given how old the structure was.
Azrael	"There's not much of the Order left, as far as I know," Jean-Paul says, and for a moment, the voice turns exceedingly menacing, a vengeful scowl on his face. "Nor will there be, should I rule their fate, they--" Breaking off suddenly and he closes his eyes and forces himself to relax. "Apologies."
Damian Wayne	Damian watched as Mr. Hyde made his appearance. Then sooner than later Dr. Jekyll surfaced again. "I see..." He himself had a violent streak, but that was neither here or there. Just a product of his upbringing in the League of Assassins.
Azrael	"But there are still people to save. Justice to be meted out." He gives a shrug. "You probably know better than most what it's like." He gives a wry smile. "And yes, I am aware these fall far short of anything proper like the Cave, or what the Titans get. Still, I make do."
Damian Wayne	Damian gave a nod. "It is fine, I've pulled off big missions with less preparedness." He comments, walking up and inspecting the gear, just taking in the whole of it. "What do you mean by that?" He asks of Damian knowing better.
Azrael	Jean-Paul tilts his head. "I would imagine the League's upbringing and training would be strict." And molding the psyche. "Possibly torturous." He flips the small staff up and catches it easily. "Order never told me anything about them." Only targets.
Damian Wayne	"Massive understatement." Damian noted, unsheathing his sword. "But nevertheless, I am the product of two great bloodlines. An heir to carry on the legacy. What of you now? Surely you don't simply abandon what you were trained to be either."
Azrael	"Ancient bloodlines, this I know, and feel their weight on me as well." He watches the drawn weapon a moment, but then it's back to the hands, the eyes, the feet. "Turn away? No. Rein things in, so that I am in control, not blind obedience to others, steeped in secrecy and corruption."
Damian Wayne	Damian gave a swift nod. "I see..." Damian offers, thoughtfulness from the former assassin. "You seem...a worthy ally. Should you need, I offer my assistance." He was relaxed, not aggressive, or seeming as if he will strike.
Azrael	Jean-Paul nods. "That is courteous of you. Thank you. And please, if there is something you wish to ask for help with, ask and I will assist." He lifts his staff up in a fencer's salute.
Damian Wayne	Damian gave a swift nod. "I see..." Damian offers, thoughtfulness from the former assassin. "You seem...a worthy ally. Should you need, I offer my assistance." He was relaxed, not aggressive, or seeming as if he will strike.
Azrael	Jean-Paul nods. "That is courteous of you. Thank you. And please, if there is something you wish to ask for help with, ask and I will assist." He lifts his staff up in a fencer's salute.
Damian Wayne	Damian salutes as well with his own sword. "Very well then, I will relay the update to Batman." Robin sheathes his sword again on his back. "Anything else to report?" Just in case there was anything else needed.
Azrael	Jean-Paul thinks a moment..."Vampires in Manhattan, but that's out of Gotham. Still, it can't hurt to tell him." He gives a slight grin. "Pax vobiscum," he says, in traditional benediction.