When Gambit Met Catwoman

I been t' Gotham once, after I met Spider-man's friend Black Cat. I heard o' anot'er lady t'ief by the name o' Catwoman an' t'ought she might make interestin' company. I found her easy 'nough; watched her break into dis big place.

"Nice skills, cherie."

She spins 'round, claws out. I startled her...still got it LeBeau.

"Who the...?"

"Name's Gambit, but de ladies call me Remy."

"Ok....Gambit....what do..."

"You wound me, chere."

"...you think your doing? I've heard of you. Aren't you a former thief?"

"Dat's right. I not here t' take your prize."

"Then what are you doing here? What's your angle?"

Can' let dat pass. "'Bout 45 degrees, cherie."

At firs' I t'ink she don' get de complement, but den I see she tryin' REAL hard not to laugh.

"Tell me. Does that 'charming rogue' routine ever really work?"

My t'oughts drift back home at dat; to MY Rogue. Off on her yearly trip down South t' visit a guy in a coma. She feel responsible 'cause she kissed him when she was a kid an' dat put him in the coma. She still have no control over her power. Dat why she won' kiss me....

I focus back on Catwoman. "Sometimes, mon petite chat."

"Did you just...in effect...call me KITTEN! I'm outta here." She looks back at me wit' sympathy. "If you're having relationship trouble, I'm the last one you should be talking to."

She observant, I give her dat. Sound like she got some relationship trouble herself. Maybe someone at home? Curiosity 'spose t' be her t'ing, but I gotta see what kinda man would attract a femme like her.

It don' take long t' get t' her place. Even less time 'till I get startled by a deep voice.

"What are you doing here, LeBeau?"

"You not only sneek up on me, but you know who I am. You have me at a disadvantage, mon ami."

He step out o' de shadows. Big guy, tryin' t' be menacing (I'd be shakin', if I was a bad guy).

"You mus' be de Batman."

He scowls. I grin.

"Not here t' cause trouble, not here on X-business. Just......sightseein'"

He looks toward Catwoman's window an' back at me.

"She somethin' isn' she. I jus' watch her steal...somethin'. Half de people I know would be green wit' envy. De costume not bad either."

At dis he ALMOST covers de fact dat his jaw an' shoulders tighten. I put deux and deux together.

"Oh ho! She spoken for, non?"

He crosses his arms.

"Ok, well, a word o' advice. Don' call her kitten."

"At least not in French" he says an' I watch him get let inside.

Den I shake my head an' chuckle.