BtVs by Mutant Enemy, Marvel Universe and its characters/events by the parent company and its many artists and writers.
12/30/11 Picking up again after yet another long break.
Remy took a long drink of water to help keep a frown off his face. He knew this would be coming eventually, but that didn't make it any easier.
"Well, Gambit, he is very glad he not having to explain this cold, without letting you on about other realities, because dat would jus' be silly. I do whatever I want to do. My favorite combination of things jus' happens to be stealing stuff to save th' world with. I'm a thief and a very good one at dat. Trained by the best of th' guild that pretty much ran my New Orleans, not counting the parts ruled by th' assassins and odder groups yet. Thieving is against the general moral code of my reality too, but I never claimed to be that
good of a person."
Tara's face paled slightly. "That explains dad's car. It... It's kinda hard to judge. Willow helped break into the local armory once, it was mainly Xander, to steal some needed weaponry. A government-employed scientist tried to kill Buffy. She's sort of a sanctioned vigilante and we're... support. There's plenty of legal means to hurt people. The question is, can I trust you enough to know, deep down, you're not making the world worse by the things you do."
"Heh." Remy almost kept the worry from his eyes. "No way to tell in the long run what is because of me and what is not. I do believe dat I have done a good job of cleaning up most of my own messes. Gambit is not one to lay th' blame on others. I know I have friends back home who are willing to lay their lives down for me, much as I would for them, so I must be doing something right, no?"
Tara tilted her head, showing off a small smile. "I guess that sort of answers my question about what you'll be doing besides
tracking down mysteries when you leave here."
"Beyond th' fact dat I find practicing my skills quite fun, keeping everyone a bit suspicious helps offset this charm power hanging on my shoulders," Remy said with a wink. "Otherwise, things become a bit too easy, and dat be good for no-one."
Neither of them wanting to affect the uneasy peace, they finished their meal in silence.
Tara took the opportunity, once the table had been cleared, to lean forward. "So, let me guess." She placed her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. "You have a crack team of shadowy heroes - half mutants, half mages - that run around the world investigating suspicious archaeological digs and dabbling in cybercrime against oppressive corporations, barely managing to stay off the public radar no matter how high profile your cases get?"
"Nah, no real magic users. We're kind of the P.R. team for mutantkind, which means we strap on fancy costumes, usually wi' robes and capes for the ones who can fly and solve problems with our fists to take the spotlight off your average joe with three eyes who just wants to hold a job with a decent wage. The more of us doing good in the media... Well, there's a lot less of us then there used to be and it hasn't really made the racism any easier to deal with. As for why we're public with powers in the first place? It's kind of hard to keep a low profile when the local demons have enough power to pull off a transitory full-manifestation soul-corrupting planar merge with most of New York City." Remy grinned at the look on Tara's face. "And I haven't even mentioned the aliens yet."