Greetings fellow Kick-Ass lovers!

This story has been in development since the movie came out, so a lot of time and effort was placed into the creation of this story. So it would make me incredibly happy if I were to get reviews/constructive criticism. Roxanne will be following the movie for the most part, but I'm taking quite a few liberties and altering the plot for my character's benefit. It's crazy that I'm actually writing a Kick-Ass story considering I wanted to walk out of the theater in the first half hour. Guess Hit Girl just stole the show.

I'm giving this story an MA Rating, but I doubt any teenagers will really comply with the warning, especially since I'm guessing anyone under 18 snuck into the theater or dragged their parents to see it.

Disclaimer: Characters and situations of Kick-Ass are the property of Marvel Comics, Marv Films and Plan B Entertainment. Anything you don't recognize is mine. ~Roxanne Robinson is of my own creation, and she would be livid should someone steal her.~

This story is for the enjoyment of fans, and not for profit. Please don't sue as I have no money.

And on that note,

Enjoy!

Prologue

How did I get myself into this? Blindfolded, tied to a chair, and dressed in nothing but Kevlar and spandex. This is just fucking great.

And to think, I was a damn school teacher! I have a bachelor's degree in Science in Education. I went from substitute teaching to spending my evenings in spandex. When did I lose my mind? Was it the day I agreed to put on the mask? Was it the day I started working for Frank D'Amico? Or the day I started fucking him?

What's the point of asking? In a matter of moments all that will remain of me is a pile of flesh and bullets. Fuck, that's going to be a mess, I wonder if my body will be recognizable enough to Frank? If only I could see his face when he recognizes the ring!

Probably the best way to go is not by blaming myself, but to blame that little shit for trying to get into daddy's good graces by capturing us. And to think that little fucker I single-handedly tutored for five years pulled a gun on my girl! If I get out of this, someone's getting a whoop-for!

I seriously need to keep the wishful thinking at a minimum.

Shit, what's the point? When you die, aren't you supposed to reflect on your life and wish for all the things that could have been? Tomorrow would be my wedding day and here I am, trapped and prepared to die. At least I'll die by his side, bastard. To the world he's known as Big Daddy; but to me he's Damon Macready, better known as my brother in-law. He also happens to be the jerk that got me into this mess in the first place.

And to think it all started with an idea, a stupid, selfish idea.

But I'm getting too far ahead of myself. My name's Roxanne Robinson and I'm a superhero.