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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Apr 10, 2013 11:41:16 GMT -5
He wasnt foolish enough to believe he'd been forgiven. But protector against this guy - he could work with that. Stashing away the little glimmer of intel - Ms. Kyle, hmm? Married or single, another interesting thing to ponder - Remy did his part to look jovial but looming. He wasn't much taller than the other man, but for him anything could be a explosive, and as ever the advantage made him confident. Admittedly, he knew nothing about this man, but anyone who made a habit of attending these parties didn't scare him.
"Aw shucks, he's gon' make me blush." Remy gave Ms. Kyle a conspiratorial smile. "How come you don't talk nice ta me like dat?"
Moving one of his hands over the one Catwoman had lain on his chest, he examined this Blake carefully. "Now, don' turn bitter. I'm sure since chu know Ms. Kyle so well, chu can catch up later on de small talk. As is, we got somewhere tah be."
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Post by Selina Kyle on Apr 11, 2013 1:31:20 GMT -5
"Young and handsome." she tutted her tongue, grinning at him, but to the trained eye, she was annoyed with him. Maybe it was because it'd hit her like he was taking a stab at Bruce. But John couldn't have known fully about their unique relationship. He was of course referring to how she often let rich older men believe she were interested in them to get what she wanted. But Selina was feeling a tad edgy now.
"Well if that gives you hope, then by all means." she said, and accompanied it with a rather cheeky grin and a nod of her head. And then her attentions flickered to Remy once again. Annoyance flashed, as he used her name swiftly, noting that he was picking up quite a lot and that didn't sit well with her.
"Oh I'll talk plenty nice to you later, don't you worry." she assured him. If Remy truly knew Selina at all, he'd realize that this was in fact a threat, covered with kindness to mislead Blake. As for him fluently opening an exit for them to leave, well, she was grateful. But that didn't mean she'd forget it. Not in the least.
She nodded towards the end of Remy's words implying a soon departure, and quietly tagged along her own words.
"Before the bats come out..." she murmured, slightly distastefully.
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Post by John Blake "Nightwing" on Apr 12, 2013 23:13:04 GMT -5
"I'm sure you will, Ms. Kyle," John said with a smug smile, leaning slightly on his right foot, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your dance. But Ms. Kyle and i should probably have a conversation. Maybe we should grab drinks for all of us, what do you think? Selina and I can catch up and when we get back we can all enjoy a nice glass of whatever high society swill they're serving." his eyes narrowed darkly towards the pair, a neutral almost cat-like solid look to his face.
He had a motive. A desire to find out if Bruce was still alive. She was there, she was in Gotham when he'd perished. She would know, wouldn't she. He was acting pleasant but his eyes gave away a dark fury which could only be sensed by the very observant. Bruce would have sensed it. He wasn't sure if Selina could tell.
But the male couldn't suppress the confusion, the curiosity. So he just stood there and watched, eyes narrowed, a plain smile on his lips. "Well, Ms. Kyle? You don't want to leave your friend thirsty do you?"
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Apr 12, 2013 23:30:24 GMT -5
"Swill indeed." Remy's smile grew less fluid and calm. Something in the way she sounded so friendly made Remy very certain he was in for a bit of a tangle later. He could practically feel the bruises forming already. And then there was this pushy one.
"Many tanks, mon ami, but I avoid de punch at dese places. Tend tah' make be 'bove my simple tastes. Sides' we're gentlemen, it's our job to retrieve drinks, non?" He gently slid Ms. Kyle's hand off his chest, gesturing for Blake to lead. "Why don chu show me where dey are? You an' I should probably have a little chat."
He didn't like the way Blake was looking at Catwoman. Something in that expression read desperate and determined. She knew something - and she didn't want to share. So the way he saw it, it was on him to provide the distraction. And if that meant making a lights show, well - what was a couple shattered pearl necklaces between friends. He saw a likely pair very near at hand, people trying to dance around the halted group.
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Post by Selina Kyle on Apr 12, 2013 23:41:44 GMT -5
Her hero. If Gambit was trying to get back in her good books quickly he was doing all the right things. She had previously been returning Blake's stare with an annoyed frown of her own, handling it coolly, but she was at a loss for how to respond to get out of going anywhere with him and had narrowed her eyes at him when Remy had stepped in.
In any case she really wasn't interested in having a chat with both men present. The only thing that would make this worse, was if she'd previously been in a bad relationship with one of them. The fact that she and Gambit had been on a crime spree and Blake had previously arrested her? Well maybe that was the next closest thing.
But he was giving her a very pretty opening to leave, and Selina wasn't one to pass that sort of thing up.
"Well since you're so concerned about how thirsty he is, maybe that's not a bad idea..." she said, although it truly were that simple. But Selina didn't fight that grin that took to the corner of her lips.
And then she took a step back from the two men, towards the space between the pairs of dancers. If Blake wasn't quick enough, she'd be able to slip away easily and disappear for who knows how long. But if things got a little frisky? Well, there was a garter on her thigh on the opposite side of the slit in her dress with a little something in case things went awry.
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Post by John Blake "Nightwing" on Apr 13, 2013 0:28:36 GMT -5
Nice Try.
Blake raised an eyebrow and looked past the male to Selina Kyle. He needed information. He could have just flat out told her that; that she wasn't in trouble, that he was just trying to find out what really happened to Bruce Wayne, that Bruce had a child that needed better rearing than himself bitching at Damian to give the remote back so he could watch the Knicks get slaughtered. He lifted his head, gave a sideways glance to the other male and made an amused noise under his breath.
"Sorry, Selina, not so fast," he said, "I'm not a cop anymore, you know. I'd just like a couple of words between old acquaintances, nothing more." He turned a snide look to the other man.
"And if you're so bent on being a gentleman perhaps you can go get some drinks for the two of us so we can catch up. I'm not going to steal her away, promise." Not likely, anyway. Unless Selina made a run for it, Gotham's new dark knight wasn't going to lock her up so fast.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Apr 13, 2013 0:50:55 GMT -5
Selina Kyle. Something to look into later, now he had all he needed. Heck, with all this, he could just google her. For now, this guy needed to go. Remy grew up in a guild of thieves, cops were never a group he associated pleasantly with. But this guy wanted alone time with Selina, she didn't want to be alone, and he just got snubbed.
"Well, since we're bein' so candid..." Remy shifted slightly. He plucked the red rose from his lapel, twirling it in his fingers while trying to decide how best to proceed. He had been welcomed here for a business deal, and it was a little classless to destroy such a lovely party. But he couldn't exactly flounce away to get drinks, hell, that had nearly been a challenge.
"Tell me, Mr. Blake," He dropped the flower into his palm, plucking at the thick smooth petals and placing them into a neat pile. "Why does a forma' officer of de law have such very fine attire, and need to speak wit the least compatible person in de room so bad he risks makin' a scene? I only ask, mon ami, cuzz I'm curious why you don' jus' fold de cards for now, track 'er down later."
He closed her hand over the collection of petals. They would burn bright, blindingly bright, but brief. No explosion, but enough to give the thieves a head start. "Dis really de call chu gone make?"
He was tensed. If Blake made a motion to touch Selina, Remy would loose the glaring lights.
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Post by Selina Kyle on Apr 13, 2013 1:00:55 GMT -5
A couple words between acquaintances.
That didn't sit well with Selina, seeing how the last time they'd been acquainted as he so lightly put it, he'd put a nice shiny set of hand cuffs on her wrists. He wasn't exactly on good terms with her, but she did stop when he'd got tense with Gambit. She watched carefully, noting what Remy was doing with the rose.
"Oh Mr. Blake." she nearly cooed, taking on a different tone to take his attention from how the rose petals briefly lit up in Remy's palm. "You're cute, but I'm afraid I'm just too busy for old acquaintances right now." and she sighed dramatically.
"Another time, tiger." and then that mischievous shine was in her eye, as she turned her torso slightly to the side, making to leave, but not willing to expose her back fully to Blake.
She made a point of glancing to Gambit, maybe to catch his eye. But in any case, she hadn't meant to express her concern openly, in that subtle shift of her gaze.
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Post by John Blake "Nightwing" on Apr 13, 2013 1:12:49 GMT -5
"Selina, your company's growing a little less classy than usual," Blake said, sneering slightly, not trying any longer to hide his annoyance. All that was ringing in his head were the empty walls of the Bat Cave, the void that Bruce had left unfilled, everything in that empty house that was his was painted thickly with a mystery. He shifted slightly, discomfort on his feet, watching the rose petals glow. His eyes widened a little as he looked up at the male before him. A mutant. New York's population housed these people. Blake had no qualms about mutants, no prejudice or anything ill like that. But if Selina was hanging with him that meant something unpleasant was probably just hanging in the background waiting to happen.
He shifted again slightly. The crowd was growing interested in their little display. John couldn't have that happen. "I don't fold when asked to," Blake said, glaring at the mutant, "I just don't make 'dat call, mon ami.'" He was being a tad nasty; he didn't trust this mutant and hoped he wouldn't become a scourge in Gotham. He had enough crazies to deal with.
"Another time," Blake said with a roll of his eyes, "Selina, you know better. I'm not an idiot." He stepped a little closer. "I just need to know some information on certain old enemies and friends. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm not here to ride you. Unless you're doing something unsavory, I can't and won't touch you." He stepped back to be sure her mutant companion wouldn't approach him with ill will.
"Enjoy the rest of the party then," he said, returning the fake smile to his lips to keep the crowd at ease. If Selina wanted to find him in the crowd she could. Otherwise Nightwing would have to track her down.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Apr 22, 2013 10:44:42 GMT -5
(Ah, yes, right, guess we didnt really finish this one did we?)
Taking carful stock of the ex-cop's words, Remy tensed noticeably when Blake drew closer to Selina, but then with a couple sharp barbs he disappeared into the crowd. Remy sighed, opening his hand to let the red petals cascade onto the floor. Something told him that boy was far from dealt with. So much for not making enemies in Gotham.
He was busy watching Blake go, not keeping an eye on Selina behind him as he did. "Chu want me to go deal wit dat?" He offered, watching Blake go. Prudence might be wise in Blake's case - he seemed to burn a little hotter than most.
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Post by Selina Kyle on Apr 26, 2013 2:19:13 GMT -5
Selina pressed her lips together, when Blake remarked on the quality of her company. Just like him and his upper class snob side to say something like that. Blake didn't even have the right to claim his fortune from hard work. Neither did Bruce, honestly. Neither of the men had worked for their wealth, it'd be handed to them. How fair was that?
In any case, if he thought those older monied men were classy? John clearly didn't get out to these events often. But as he continued speaking she wrinkled her nose. He wasn't about to arrest her... and he clearly didn't know about her crime spree with Gambit. Her mind went to the next most logical thing.
He wanted to ask about Bruce.
For a moment, Selina wanted to attack him. Leap across the floor in this silly dress and take that silly man down. But that'd cause a riot. She swallowed, as Blake took his leave. She hardly noticed when Gambit spoke, asking if she wanted him to take care of it.
Did she? No. Asking for help wasn't her style, and she wasn't nearly desperate enough to admit she needed it. Instead, Selina took advantage of how carefully Gambit was looking in the opposite direction, and the crowds of dancers. Slipping backwards between a pair of dancers as an older man closed in.
She fled discretely.
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