Forbidden
By mkusenagi2
The story
concept © 11-09-2006
All Marvel characters are © Marvel
Comics.
Kim Possible and other Disney characters
are © Disney
Co.
12-28-2012
Mercedes
701
F St NW
Washington, DC
Across from the
Hotel Monaco
1235
hrs
"SQUAWWK, ZWWWWP!" went the stereo.
Batroc had entered Mercedes wearing his old gold and violet uniform from his mercenary days and was toying with his mustache as usual.
"Is he here for you?" Anne asked.
"Yeah. He thinks it's an abomination that I can cook French cuisine as well as I do… and stuff." He winked at Anne.
"Really!" She said with a twinkle in her eye, "What kind of stuff?"
"Fight technique… debts to be paid… stupid macho crap…" Ron winked back.
"Oh!" she said. Anne turned to Batroc and said in French, "I had heard that The Great Batroc the Leaper was, and IS at ALL times a Gentleman. Is that true?"
Ron was stunned! 'French? What OTHER surprises do you have?'
"Yes… It is true, my delicate flower… Batroc IS a true Gentleman, also schooled in MANY arts… Ha, Ha! Why do you ask?"
"Would you stand in the way of True Love?"
Ron reached into his coat for a 'Pencil' and thought better of it. (The 'Pencils' and 'Pennies' were explosive devices created by the SHIELD Lab Boys for Ron's 'special' throwing skills. Pennies are small limpets designed to incapacitate or wound opponents… Pencils were designed to be thrown like shuriken but with more devastating force.)
"… No I would not… but the DEBT must be repaid. My honor demands it." He said. Batroc switched to English. "However… I shall go easy on him for your sake Dear Lady. Are you ready Mon Ami?" He directed towards Ron with a wink.
"Yeah. Henri set it up." Ron said. 'Man! EVERY time he comes here it's the same. At least he's a gentleman and will leave Anne alone.'
Henri and the servers cleared the central restaurant space of tables to the tune of, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" from the guests.
"Does this happen a lot?" Anne purred into Ron's ear.
"Only whenHE'S here… He's pissed that I got him out of Semipalatinsk in one piece… The GRU's And China's Red Dragon units were after him for something he did… I talked 'em down… The commanders I mean." He said with a smirk. "And paid them off too." 'Jeez, what ya have to do for a Comrade in Arms…'
"What'd he do?" she asked while directing the Anne Glare at Batroc while he stretched in the 'ring'.
"He seduced their daughters… by promising to marry them… I HAD to help… He's a friend of (Shudder!) Betty's." Ron replied. 'Hmmm.'
"Ron, c'mere… Mmmm!" she said before she wrapped herself around him and kissed him. "For luck."
"Uh yeah… Where's the fight ring again…" He shook it off and leaned his forehead against hers! "Can I get some more 'Anneshine' later?" he breathed.
"Yes. (Giggle!) Now show him how it's done… My man isn't second best… he's ALWAYS First!" she said as she licked his ear.
"YES MA'AM!" he cried, Ron turned to Batroc as he handed Anne his jacket and pointed at him, "Dude You Are SO Going Down!"
"I am Ready Mon Ami." Batroc replied, "If you win, I'll leave… If I win…"
"What?" Ron growled.
"I want a kiss from your Delicate Flower, The Tales of Batroc's prowess areLegion, with one kiss she will be mine!" He boasted.
Anne held her hand to her mouth to hide her laughter.
"Agreed." Ron said.
"RON!" A BLUSHING Anne cried.
"Done!" Batroc.
The two opponents squared off…
And the fight began.
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'Gotta help the Boss!' George thought as he changed the music…
Another Temps tune began to play at low volume…
It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that
was the day that my daddy died
I never had a chance to see
him
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Mama I'm
depending on you to tell me the truth
'He's got FASTER since last time!' Ron thought as he ducked a right hook and a spinning left backfist, "Augs?" 'Great choice George. He hates it, I LIKE it.'
Mama looked
up and said son
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his
hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
"Yes Mon Ami, the best kind… Practice!" Batroc cried as he threw a flurry of coup de pied bas (low sweep instep kicks) and waist high punches at Ron. 'I HATE zis Song!'
Mama is it
true what they say
That papa never worked a day in his life?
And
mama there's some bad talk goin' round town
That papa had three
out-side children
And another wife, and that ain't right
Heard
some talk about papa
Doin' some store-front preachin'
Talking
about saving souls and all the time leaching
Dealin' in dirt and
stealing in the name of the Lord
Ron flipped over Batroc and landed in Drunk Monkey Holds Peaches, 'Can't use powers here… or can I? Hanuman guide me…' Ron thought as he relaxed and let his essence take over. He leapt forward and tapped Batroc's sternum with his right palm, rolled up his chest, knelt on Batroc's right shoulder, rolled down his back, planted his hands, and kicked him in the back of his head with both feet.
Mama looked
up and said son
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his
hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
"Oooff! Very GOOD Mon Ami… I see you've improved!" Batroc said as he flipped upwards with Ron's kick's momentum and landed in 'revers Frontal' (Outside crescent kick) and tried to cut Ron with the outer edge of his boot.
I heard papa
call himself a jack of all trades
Tell me is that what sent papa
to an early grave?
Folks say papa would beg, borrow or steal
To
pay his bills
Hey mama, folks say papa wasn't much on
thinkin'
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinkin'
Ron countered with a forward roll and tapped the junction between Batroc's right thigh and hip with the Monkey's Claw…
Mama I'm
depending on you to tell me the truth
Papa was a rolling
stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
all he left us was alone
"Zut Alors, Mon Ami… I am undone. I concede." Batroc said as he backed off. "May I apologize to the Fair Lady?" he asked with a bow.
"Uh… If it's ok with her." Ron asked as he looked at a Stunned Anne Possible.
"Yes. I accept your apology. 'Truly you are a formidable combatant and Man of Honor' (in French). Please have a seat with us." She said as she handed Ron his jacket. 'I… didn't know Ron could fight like that… we'll have to spar later… outside the bedroom that is.'
"I would be honored. One moment and I shall be back." He said before he grabbed a gear bag by the entrance and went into the Men's to change.
Henri and the servers moved the tables back to their positions.
Anne turned to Ron, "So why'd you let him off like that, and where's the Ron I knew?"
"He's still here… That's why I didn't hurt him… I'm MORE afraid of hurting the wrong person these days… or letting the innocent get hurt, than hiding…" he said.
"…!" Anne smiled at Ron, "You like Batroc don't you?"
"Uh." Anne Pout, 'MAN! That's more powerful than Kim's!' "yeah… He's ok for a merc… Look, I did him a BIG favor. Don't…" A hand clasped Ron's shoulder. Anne and Ron looked up to see a bald Georges Batroc in a tux gazing at Ron with tears in his eyes.
"I already know Mon Ami… and thank you." He said as he sat next to Ron. "She and her friend are doing VERY well. I Thank You. You have my undying gratitude. Alas, because of you my life of Villainy is over." He said as he slipped a memstick into Ron's breast pocket.
Ron stared at the table. Anne reached forward and tenderly lifted his chin… To see he was mortified. '!' "Ron? What's he talking about? Who's this She he's referring to?"
"Nothin'… I just helped someone is all… Uh I'll go see what's takin' so long with our food and tell the chef to set an extra plate." He said.
"Batroc…" Anne started with a mystified look, "why's he acting like this? WHAT HAPPENED?"
"He saved my daughter and her friend from being killed by Taskmaster. To do so he killed him… and killed his client, the Hatemonger. She and her friend are doing better. By next month she should be walking." Batroc told her. "Anne… Dear Lady… call me Georges. Truly he's a good man. He didn't have to do it… but he DID. And for that I can NEVER repay his kindness. He faced a true evil to make sure she was safe… Hitler's clone."
"Oh!" Anne was STUNNED, 'And I wasn't there to help!' "I should…" Anne started to say.
"No. There will be a proper time and place… He's like my old foe… Captain America. They are both Honorable Warriors." He said.
"He's a good man. I'm glad I found him. He's all I have left." Anne said with tears.
"No… You have your daughter's legacy as well, Anne Possible." Batroc said to a stunned Anne, "Yes, I know who you are. Kim was a Great Warrior. I never fought her but I admired her. He was right to do what he did… I could do no less. She still lives on in your hearts and gives you the strength to fight. As long as you live and fight for what you believe, she'll always be with us." He said as he clasped her hand in his. "I thank you for being at his side… a man like him should have a great woman at his side… Now you're finally here… If you EVER need it, feel free to ask for my help. Betty knows how to reach me. Ah! Our Food Is Here!"
Both of them turned to look at Ron as he pushed a cart laden with food (Coq au Vin, Artichoke Hearts in Black Butter, Watercress Salad, Cheesecake) up to their table, "Uh did I miss something?" he asked a smiling Anne.
"No." she said as she rose and KISSED him, "I have… he told me what you did… Hon… I'm proud of you. Period." She said as she hugged him. "And you," she said as she turned to Georges, "Are welcome at our home anytime Georges. Thank you for your kind words about Kim." She said as she kissed his cheek.
"It was nothing." He said.
"You're wrong Georges... It's everything." She said.
'Our home…? … YES!' Ron thought.