Chapter 4

Remy slept late into the afternoon. Only waking up when Logan shook him awake saying he had slept long enough. With a tired sigh the Cajun had rolled out of bed. His head heavy with sleep as his partner moved about the room. Logan had already taken the liberty of making the cheap complimentary coffee. Dumping all the cream and sugar from one packet into a small cup and stirring it with a small spoon. When he presented the concoction to the younger man Remy wrinkled his nose at it. It was grey with streaks of white in it from the sugar.

"Remy ain't drinking that shit, cher."

"Well then what do you want to do? It's all they got."

"Let me get dressed. I think there's a café across the street."

Logan sighed heavily as he went and poured the wasted coffee down the sink in the bathroom. Remy shed his clothes from last night to put on some new ones. Retrieving his trench coat he tossed it over his shoulder rather than put it on. His partner grunted insisting he did since the forecast called for rain.

They left the motel together ignored by the receptionist up front. The old woman barely looked up as they walked out not even commenting on them paying for the night. Logan had paid well ahead for a three days, but he planned on them moving again. Reaching up Gambit adjusted his sports sunglasses. When the light hit them the lenses changed different colors like oil when sun struck them. A strap hid by his long burnished locks made sure the glasses stayed in place.

"You like those things to damn much."

"I like the idea I can check someone out and they have no idea. You especially, cher. How can you tell I'm looking you in the eye?" Gambit teased wiggling his eyebrows. Logan growled elbowing his partner who only chuckled. Around them people hurried by on their lunch breaks. Some stepping out to take a quick smoke or to absorb the little sunlight which had managed to filter in from the clouds.

They crossed the street with a crowd of people. Surprisingly the small café, called Mocha World, happened to be relatively empty despite the bustle outside its doors. When they walked in Remy pushed Logan in the general direction of the sitting area. Going over to the counter to presumably order their breakfast and some proper caffeine.

Choosing a seat which offered a stunning view of the street with a large puddle Logan glared out the window. Taking off his hat he set it on the table in front of him deep in thought. He had never imagined he would ever be back in Gotham. Especially not with his Cajun in tow. How long had it been since he had been there? Ten years? Twenty? Time meant nothing if you had no memory to recall it by. At best Logan's memory was spotty. He knew for a fact there were whole months, gaps in his head where he could recall nothing.

"Mon glutton, Remy just got you basic coffee. Is that okay?" Logan sighed looking up at the younger man. He nodded his head accepting the large cup as Remy sat down across from him. Taking a crescent and some type of small cake from the bag he handed the cake to the Canadian. Taking a bite from his own food as he gazed out the window as well.

"You know, Rims, you didn't have to come with me. You could always go back."

"Non, I'm staying with you."

"You never take a hint, do you? Even when I tell you it's personal. Yet you just straight up came after me."

"Logan, every time you try to tackle 'personal' problems on your own you end up in a bigger mess then before. I know you don't like your Cajun being here, cher. Remy isn't trying to pry into your life." Remy lowered the edge of his glasses to glance at the older with his smoldering eyes before pushing them back up. Logan frowned wishing his partner would not take such a risk out in public.

"He still worries about you though. Either you sneak off and Remy follows you from behind, or you take him along. Be glad this time you didn't catch me spying on you like last time."

"Or blowing up a plane. You're a fucking thief. What kind of idiot does that?"

"The kind who doesn't know how to fly a plane. I thought it had brakes."

"In the air?"

"You ever heard of a parachute?"

Both men went silent when they found their argument was getting nowhere. Thankfully they were too far away in the corner for any of the other patrons to hear them. They drank their beverages in silence either gazing out the window or watching the TV. When the news came a special began to play about Bruce Wayne. Despite himself Remy grinned to see the richest man in Gotham on screen.

Logan watched the news as well glancing at his Cajun every thirty seconds. One time Remy had jokingly teased he liked the billionaire because he reminded of him a younger version of Logan. With broad shoulders, black hair, and baby blue eyes and his charming manner it was easy to see why the man had easily become a media darling.

There were times when the Canadian had seriously considering banning TV in the house. There were days when he would come home and Gambit watching TV. Completely fixated as he listened to any gossip he could track down on Bruce Wayne. Whether it be Bruce going to a business meeting or his face on a tabloid Remy followed it all. He could recount in detail all the facts about the man's life. Where he had been, at what times, dates, and even knew how tall he was.

"Logan, did you know Bruce Wayne is 6'2?"

"I don't really care."

"Cher, that's Remy's height! If I met him in real life we could see eye to eye, literally."

At which point Logan had offered the Cajun a spare caramel pop. Instructing him to bite down on it since it was a little hard and had to be softened up. Of course, it meant he could only use the trick once. But at least his partner learned to control his obsessive fanboy tendencies around the Canadian. To a degree, anyway.

As if sensing his lover were thinking impure thoughts Gambit cast him a suspicious look. His mouth turning down at the edges. Despite himself Logan grinned at him. Remy shook his head turning his attention back to his celebrity crush.

"Mr. Bruce Wayne has not only promised to help those in need, but has already been overseeing twenty new soup kitchens and shelters being opened all over the city. He has also promised to start looking into Gotham's unemployment problem by providing jobs by helping small companies get back onto their feet, but also to compete with the new market. He has also-"

"It's a living shame such a man is so handsome."

"You and about every middle aged house wife thinks so. Stop drooling, I wanna get outta here." Logan insisted. Gambit frowned reaching over to steal his partner's hat. Sliding his trench coat on he put the old hat on despite his partner's protests. It was slightly to big for him and hung low over his face, but Gambit smirked at Logan from beneath the brim. Refusing to give up his prize as he hurried out back into the street.

"Dammit, Cajun, give that back!"

"Non, go get your own. This is mine."

"No it ain't and you know it. Damn brat, you always think you can get away with every damn thing."

"But don't I?" Remy teased as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. He sipped his coffee enjoying the warmth as he waited for the older man. The caffeine had finally begun to perk him up as he gazed down the street. Logan had told him nothing about why they had come to Gotham City. Only it was a personal matter and extremely important.

"You're still brat." Logan grumbled as he came back out. He and Gambit took off down the street together headed in no place particular. Seeing his crush on TV had bolstered the Cajun's spirits as he stopped to gaze into shop windows.

"Says the most spoiled man on the planet. Did you want to catch a movie later, Logan? Since we're in town we might as well enjoy ourselves. There's supposed to be a few good ones playing tonight." Remy asked when caught sight of a movie poster. Logan grunted shaking his head as he reached up to steal back his hat. Remy frowned displeased he had lost his prize but said nothing.

"Dunno, we'll see later Cajun. I have to meet up with a few friends downtown tonight. Maybe tomorrow."

"Okay, Remy will go with you."

"No, you're going to stay at the motel. I don't want you out at night for the rest of the time we're in town."

"Logan, I know the city is known for those crazies. Who is it, the clown man?"

"His called the Joker. And he's fucking insane."

"Yeah, your Cajun can take him on easy. And what about that Harley girl? How much you bet I can just put her under my spell?" Remy bragged grinning at his partner. Logan grabbed his arm then and yanked him to the side. Lowering his voice as he all but growled at the other man.

"Those crazies are the very reason why I want you stay low. I don't care if you can take out a whole damn army on your own, just stay safe. I never wanted you to tag along to begin with. And don't give me that look, you and I have been over this a hundred times."

"It's not like you to be so paranoid."

"I'm paranoid because I don't wanna wake up one morning and find your mug on the news stating how Batman managed to catch an international thief."

"A swamp rat versus the city bat. That would be interesting."

"Yeah, but I'd rather not find that out. So promise me, you only go out when the sun comes up. You're inside before the sun goes down. Promise me, Rims." Logan said urgently.

Gambit gave him a long, measured look. He didn't like being told he had to hide. They had only caught a glimpse of Batman the other night. He was positive if it came down to it he could easily elude the crime fighter. Yet Logan seemed hell bent on him not showing up on the hero's radar. The fact that Logan had even told him he would be heading downtown showed he was trusting him. They gazed at each other for another few seconds before Gambit relented. He patted his lover's shoulder a defeated smile crossing his face.

"Alright, Remy promises to stay out of trouble. How long will you be gone?"

"Probably all night. I'll try to be back before then though. Look, don't wait up for me, alright? Take some sleeping pills, a good book, and get some sleep. You need the rest." Logan insisted. Remy sighed shaking his head. Spotting a bookstore he went towards it with Logan at his heels.

"Just promise me you'll stay out of trouble yourself."

"You know I'll always do my best, Rims."