A/N: Hey, everyone! This story follows the movie storyline, although I might throw in some comic references as well, though they wont be major, incase you haven't read the comics. Anyway this is my first fanfiction story so please leave me some constructive criticism to help me grow as a writer. Let me know of any typos or suggestions you might have. So please review and enjoy!

It was a cold November night and Dave Lizewski was closing up Atomic Comics, where he worked at for the past two years. Dave made his way to the back of the store to exit outside to the alley. Dave walked to the bike rack that was kept in the alley to grab his choice of transportation. Dave preferred riding his bike to driving. Not just because of the simple fact that he didn't have a car, because he doesn't, but because he felt riding his bike was an easier way to get around the city.

Dave hopped on his bike, and made his way home. He didn't live too far from Atomic Comics. His apartment, that he and his friend Marty were renting, was only a few miles away. Dave didn't mind it though, he enjoyed his rides home, especially at night. It gave him time to think, let his mid wonder. And while he left his mind to wonder, he couldn't help but land on a specific thought every time. Better yet the thought of a certain someone every time. Mindy Macready.

It had been three years since Mindy left Dave and New York City in her rearview mirror. Since then he couldn't help but wonder where she was, was she even in the country and if so, would she ever come back?

As Dave thought about the foul-mouthed blond, he didn't realize he had reached his destination. Once realizing this Dave let out a sigh, got off his bike and walked it over to the bike rack at the side of the apartment complex, and then proceeded to walk inside.

Dave and Marty's apartment was on the 5th floor of the building. Dave made his way inside his apartment, turning on the lights. As the lights illuminated the room Dave examined his surroundings. Dave would check to make sure everything was the way he left it. He knew he was being paranoid, but considering who he was and how he liked to spend his time, it gave Dave a sense of security. The apartment was nothing special, two bedrooms, he and Marty didn't need anything big. Not like either one of them spent a lot of time in there anyway. Dave spent most of his time training at Mindy's safe-house, if he wasn't out as Kick-Ass.

Dave made his way to his bedroom. As he opened the door and turned on the lights, something caught his eye. The window, right across from him, was open. The blinds slowly moved as air came in an out of the room. Dave stood at his doorway, not moving, only trying to remember if he had left the window open. He didn't. Dave scanned the room, nothing seemed out of place. His room was small, it fit his king size bed, a drawer and a night stand at the sides of the bed. His TV and stand at the foot of his bed and a small closet. Nothing seemed out of place, not that he could really tell, he wasn't the most clean and organized person. Dave turned around and headed across the hall to Marty's room.

"Marty, are you home?" Dave asked while slowly opening the door to his friend's room.

Dave turned on the lights and searched his room. No one was there. Dave knew Marty was at his girlfriends and wouldn't be back for three days. Dave headed to the bathroom next. Once again nothing out of the ordinary. Dave sighed and headed back to his room.

Guess I did leave it open. Dave thought to himself.

As Dave sat at the foot of bed, taking of his shoes, he realized something.

The closet! Dave screamed to himself.

He looked up to the closet door. Dave reached under the bed and pulled out one of his spare batons. He knew keeping his spares under the bed was a good idea. Dave stood in front of the closet. Dave had the baton in one hand ready to smash someone's face in and the other ready to rip the door open. Dave gripped the baton. Took a deep breath and swung open the door. Nothing. Dave searched the closet. No one was hiding.

"I'm going crazy." Dave said to himself as he walked over to the window and closed it.

" No, you're not."

Dave quickly turned around to see hooded person all in black standing at the door to his room.

"Who are you?" Dave asked trying to see if he could make out the face, but the hood was creating a shadow covering it. The black cladded person just stood there. Dave still had his baton in one hand. "I said, who-"

"I'm here to give you a message." The figure said.

"What are-" Before Dave could even finish his sentence the hooded person launched themselves at Dave. Dave wasn't caught off guard. As they came Dave swung his baton aiming at their head. The person ducked and tried to sweep Dave's legs with a kick. Dave clumsily jumped over the kick and went in for the hit while the hooded person recovered from the missed kick. As Dave swung down, the hooded person blocked it by throwing their arms to grab Dave's. With a quick motion, the person pressed their foot on Dave's abdomen, still holding on to his arms, they rolled back flipping Dave onto his back. Dave hit the floor with a loud thud. The person stood up and went in to kick Dave while he was down. As they went in Dave rolled over and quickly got to his feet only to have a kick to his face waiting for him. Dave only had time to put up his arms as the kick landed. The person tried for another kick but this time Dave was ready and caught it under his right arm. With the same arm Dave grabbed onto the leg. The hooded person used their free leg to wrap around the arm that Dave had currently holding their other leg. In a quick motion they brought Dave onto the ground into an arm lock. As Dave hit the floor he felt the pain of his arm being pulled but as fast as he felt the pain it was gone. The hooded person let him go and proceeded to move on top of him. Straddling Dave, the person cocked their arm back ready to give a finishing blow.

This happened so fast Dave was caught off-guard. What caught him even more off-guard was the fact that the hooded person stopped mid punch. That's when Dave noticed it. Blond hair was stick out of the hood. And as Dave noticed this, he noticed that whoever was under that hood, was also smiling.

Dave quickly, on the floor with the hooded person still straddling him, grabbed the hood and threw it off them. Dave couldn't believe whom he was staring at. His eyes widened. Shocked.

"Mindy…" was all Dave was able to spit out.

"The one and only." Mindy said, devilish grin on her face, looking down at Dave.

Dave couldn't believe it. She was actually here. This wasn't a dream. That foul-mouthed blond he was just thinking about earlier was back, and very awkwardly on top of him.