for darthbatgirl!
Title: Surprise, Surprise
Characters: Remy/Tim
Rating: PG
Word Count: 776
Disclaimer: DC and Marvel own.
AN: For darthbatgirl! Happy belated Birthday!
Robin kept his eyes straight past the man he spoke to.
“Catwoman said I could trust you.”
“Y’ can, mon ami. Done anythin’ t’ make y’ t’ink otherwise?”
“Not yet,” Robin thought. Still, he didn’t like going into a potentially dangerous situation blind. Especially not with a thief he’d encountered only once before. However, Batman had praised Gambit’s ability if not his methods.
“Quick in an’ out, d’accord? Grab what y’ came for and leave, yes?”
“Yes.”
Robin put aside his doubt. If they were going to work together he’d have to trust him, for the time being at least. But perhaps he spoke too soon. He had not finished replying yes when Gambit flashed a most disarming smile.
“After you,” he winked.
Ignoring the sudden tightening in his chest, Robin moved quickly past the thief.
…
Tiny beads of sweat gather at Robin’s brow as he struggled with the alarm. For the second time that night he almost set it off, but caught himself in time. Finally, he managed to turn it off. He turned to Gambit who looked impressed.
Not waiting for the thief, Robin slid the window open and stepped inside. It was dark, the moonlight outside providing the only source of visibility. The apartment was supposed to be empty according to their intel, so Robin used his flashlight. Recalling the blueprints he’d memorized, he walked left down a hall towards the room where the ancient manuscript was supposed to be kept.
“Something’s wrong,” Robin whispered. He looked over at Gambit, whose eyes seemed to glow a bright red in the dark. Having the other man with him brought some comfort and Robin tried to shake away the strange feeling. He placed the flashlight between his lips and worked on picking the lock.
Gambit reached for the flashlight and Robin grew very still.
“Easy, petite,” Gambit whispered, “Jus’ tryin’ t’ help.”
“Uh, yeah, thanks,” Robin replied and tried to focus on the door. It became a little difficult what with the Cajun squatting down next to him, his face so close. If Robin turned his head only an inch…
The click unlocking the door reverberated through his entire body. Why was he so damn nervous? It had been years since he’d been this shaky on a mission, not since the first days as Robin.
It couldn’t be because of the gorgeous man standing right behind it, could it? He mentally cursed himself. Of course it was. He’d just thought of Gambit as gorgeous, hadn’t he? Well, he could focus; he’d finish the mission and never again agree to work with the man. What good could come of it anyway?
He opened the door carefully and then couldn’t move.
There were candles everywhere and the most delicious scents from a small stove made his mouth water.
“What is this?” Robin asked, a series of possible scenarios crossed his mind, none put him at ease. “Some kind of joke?”
Gambit was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest.
“No joke, petite.”
“Then, what?”
Gambit gave him a lazy grin, “Figured dis was de only way you’d agree t’ dinner.” Robin’s eyes were wide under the domino mask. “Not ‘cause y’ wouldn’t want t’, of course,” Gambit winked, “Y’ wouldn’t agree on principle.”
Robin looked down at the plate setting, then back at Gambit.
“So, there’s no manuscript?”
“Dere’s a manuscript. We get it after.”
Robin swallowed, “After what?”
Gambit’s smile was predatory as he sauntered towards the younger man.
“After dinner, petite.” Gambit was close now, invading his personal space. “But we can go straight to dessert if y’ like…”
Robin’s thoughts were all fuzzy. The only things in his awareness were the countertop digging into his back and the grinning Cajun at his front. But reason prevailed and Robin slipped off to the side.
“I can’t. Not while…the manuscript…” he paused, watching as Gambit opened a cabinet and removed an ancient looking text from it. “I don’t think-”
“Bon,” Gambit grinned, “T’inking too much ‘s not always a good thing, hein?”
Robin picked up the old text.
“Any other excuse?”
“Batman said it was impossible for one person to get it,” Robin explained.
Gambit shrugged, “Had help.”
And it all made sense then.
“Catwoman.” Robin guessed.
Gambit did not agree nor disagree. Instead, he stepped closer to Robin.
“Now,” Gambit’s voice was a low rumble and his fingers travelled slowly through jet black hair, “Where were we?”
Lips only a breath away, Robin leaned into the hard body in front of him, “Having dessert first…”
“Oui,” Gambit smiled and that was the last word spoken before he closed the distance between them.