Dave Lizewski sat on his bed in full costume his mask in his hands, he was going to meet with Hit-Girl and Big-Daddy, and he was nervous unsure of himself and his place in their team. They could and have beaten every one they have fought against; they had busted drug houses and factories what had he done, got his ass beaten by some thugs that's what, he didn't regret putting on the costume but when he started a few weeks ago he wanted to help people and he hadn't.
He put the mask on his thigh and reached for a picture at his bedside table it was of a man many thought scum, a man who had done things to people men and women that couldn't ever be forgiven, and a man he never got to meet his grandfather Edward Morgan Blake, the man who was the inspiration for the punisher and Deathstroke the terminator, a man who inspired fear and disgust in almost equal measure, the Comedian.
One of the few 'masked adventurers' that survived the repealed Keen act, he was rumoured to be a hit man for the government, and he was both Dave's pride and his shame.
The picture itself was a of Eddie in his full comedian garb, gimp mask and all sporting an M-16 a gleam in his eye a sadistic grin on his face and a hint of a scar just below his left eye. He was a big man very big his arms were probably the same size as Dave's head. The costume was armoured on the chest shoulders and what little he could see of the legs.
Dave put the picture back down carefully and slowly put his mask on, he knew he wasn't bitter enough to be the comedian, or good enough, he sighed as he made his way to the window, he could make out the shining buildings of the new refurbished New York, many of the buildings shining with the golden emblem of the Verde Corporation, he sighed spoke silent a prayer before heading to his meeting spot for Red Mist.
'I may not be good enough to be the comedian' he thought 'but I am man enough to be Kick-Ass when the time comes'
In the distance he could just make out the red car of the Mist mobile,
'Yeah' he thought 'I can do this'