Disclaimer: I do not own Kick-Ass. I only own my character Denise Kelly and her family.

A/N: So, I'm hooked on Kick-Ass. I didn't see it in theatres (Yes, I spell it theatre not theater. I blame my English II teacher.), unfortunately, but my boyfriend showed it to me last week and Red Mist caught my attention immediately. How could he not have? Anyway, I'm not stopping my G.I. Joe fic, but it my be coming out a little slower than normal, partially because I'm writing this too now, and partially because I'm flying home tomorrow and then I'm starting my Sophomore year of college on Monday. Yay.

I'm writing this one in first person point of view, swapping between Denise and Chris (maybe other characters too. Maybe.) as the chapters progress. I feel more comfortable writing in third, but first seems to work out so much better for a story like this. I like being able to throw in the viewers personalities, makes everything seem a bit more personal. I hope that makes sense.

This, unlike my other fic, is unbeta'd. Tell me what ya'll honestly think. Also, tell me if you think the title falls into the K rating. I don't want the story to get deleted if it doesn't.

"Oh my god. Kick-Ass is so good looking," gushed my friend, Katie Deauxma. She'd been saying this for a week now. "I mean, he's a real life superhero, what could be sexier." She continued on about the green clad hero who'd been making headlines around the world along with Red Mist.

She was sitting across from me at a table in the coffee shop portion of our local comic shop, Atomic Comics. Katie had originally started coming here with me when I wanted to read something, and had enjoyed a coffee while waiting, but as time passed, she slowly began reading some manga. Her enjoyment of American comics, however, began when she met her current boyfriend.

Said boyfriend nodded in response to Katie, arm around her shoulder. I'd always known David Lizewiski wasn't gay, I mean what gay guy spoke directly to a girls tits. None. At least he wasn't playing these silly games with Katie anymore and was being honest.

His friends, Todd and Marty, were also present at the table along with mine and Katie's other friend, Erika Cho. Marty was currently drooling all over Erika, who was gazing in the opposite direction towards the TV. She was crushing on him but wouldn't say anything.

I was ignoring all of them pretty well, flipping through the Parallax one shot from Green Lantern: Tales of the Sinestro Corp. It was old, so old in fact I had an extremely worn hard cover collection of all the Tales one shots on my shelf back home, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the comic. No, I loved Kyle Rayner nearly as much as I loved Hal Jordan. Green Lantern is my favorite. The boys are absolutely fuckable.

Real Heroes. Not this Kick-Ass/Red Mist shit.

I flipped the page, grinning a bit as Parallax-Kyle came in to the picture. Ok, so maybe I found the villains hotter. Much hotter. Weird, huh? I mean, if you placed Sinestro next to Hal Jordan and told me I got to choose who I'd fuck, I'd choose Sinestro every time. Evil gets my panties wet. I mean, who doesn't want to fuck the one with the most power. And what I wouldn't give to have Sinesto's big, alien dick in my puss-

"Denise?" I blinked, the page coming back into focus as I was shaken from my dirty thoughts by Erika's voice. It was rare for her to speak in front of the boys. Uppity bitch.

I looked up. The table had emptied for the most part, both Katie and Dave gone. Ew. I really didn't want to know where they'd went.

"Yeah Erika?" My voice still held a bit of a Boston accent, the place I'd been raised from age 1 till I was 13 when my family to New York. I'd been born in London, England.

"Isn't that the guy you've been eying?" Her question, while innocent enough, was accompanied by a smirk alerting me to her ulterior motives. She even had the audacity to chuckle softly when my head turned towards the comic shop side, eager to catch site of the cute boy currently occupying the coveted position of my crush.

Coveted being used as lightly as possible. Guys noticed my beautiful, girly friends. They tended to over look my 4'11", nerdy frame. I mean, over sized horn-rimmed glasses belonged back in the 80's or on the faces of men like Noah Bennet in Heroes, not on blonds with eyesight so bad their lenses magnify their eyes.

That, and I have the body of a prepubescent boy who wears t-shirts two sizes too big. I barely have a waist and hips, let alone breast, where as Katie and Erika are shapely and sensual.

Anyway, back to the unaware object of my affection. He wasn't that tall, but still taller than me. At least, I suspect he is, I've never actually been close to him. Actually, I don't think anyone has, especially with the tall hunk of muscle that was his bodyguard. The only thing I have to even compare our heights is the container of comics he's currently standing at. It reaches the top of his pelvic bone, where as on me it goes to the area right below my ribs.

Did I mention I was vertically challenged?

His attention was currently glued to the comics, brown hair not moving an inch out of place. He dressed much nicer than anyone else in the comic store, minus his bodyguard, wearing a black blazer over a red plaid button up shirt. His expression was blank as he pulled out a comic, Spider-Man Noir #1.

Good choice.

"You wanna fuck Chris D'Amico?" Chris' head snapped up as he locked his brown eyes with my bug like blue. I jumped, turning away quickly, cheeks enflamed. I glared at Todd the best I could in my embarrassed state.

"Fuck you Todd. I don't think the owner in the backroom heard you. Wanna say that again?" He almost had the decency to look ashamed.

Asshole.

I buried my face in my comic, trying to ignore the feeling of Chris' eyes on the side of my head. His eyes were really pretty.

Chris D'Amico. Oh what can I say about my interest in Christopher D'Amico. It's not a completely innocent fascination. I'd changed my panties more times after dreams about him than I had after dreams about anyone else. I love cute and nerdy almost as much as I liked evil.

I stayed in the world of Kyle Rayner's psyche, not reading any, until the door to the comic book store opened and shut, Chris and his bodyguard departing. I then pulled out, continuing to give Todd a dirty look.

"Really? Did you have to yell?"

Todd shrugged. "I'm just a little shocked. I mean, his dad's shadiness and that bodyguard of his aside, he's really... nerdy."

"Todd, I believe we fall under the category of nerdy," Marty informed him.

Todd hit him roughly in the shoulder. "Shut the fuck up dude. We're a different class of nerd."

"Yeah, sure," mumbled Marty, turning his attention back to Erika, who looked like she was about to leave.

"I mean, he's just, so uncomfortable looking. He's got like no chin."

"He has a chin, you dick." I rolled my eyes, shutting the comic before rising. I wasn't about to sit here and listen to them mock Chris. He looked like such a sweetheart. "I'm out. I've got work in thirty minutes and I need to be there early or I'll get stuck with closing." I wandered back to the comic side, replaced the comic to its proper container, then left Atomic Comics.

Erika stepped out moments later, I could hear her heels clacking as she walked to the bus stop in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, I got stuck closing the store by myself at 11 that night, though I'm not surprised. My co-worker and boss practically lived in the building.

Ma couldn't pick me up, she had the night shift at the convenience store, but that was fine with me, there was a subway entrance three blocks away and I could get off a block from my apartment building in Queens.

I locked the door to the coffee shop and pulled my coat closer to my frame. New York City dropped temperature at night and I was glad I'd brought my symbiote Spider-Man hoodie with me.

I walked deafly down the road, careful to not get hit by a taxi when crossing the street. The area I was in was dark and rather unpopulated, minus the occasional sleeping bum I passed. I had head phones in my ears, an old Frank Sinatra song tuning out the noises of the city.

We really didn't have a lot of money, even with Ma working three jobs. She paid for herself, me, Dominic, my little half-brother, and Josh, Dom's father. Josh was a musician, a struggling one at that, and hadn't booked a gig in like, ever. He sucks, I'll just say that right now, but Ma doesn't want him to give up his dream. I know it sounds like I don't like him, but I do. He's been my father since I was 3 and he's pretty cool minus the fact he's a lazy bitch.

Because of our financial shortcomings, I worked as much and as often as I could. I used my money to help with a lot of thing, groceries, my college funds, rent on our small apartment, clothes for Dom and I, my gymnastics classes, and, occasionally, something I really wanted. Like my cheap ass MP3 player (not even an iPod, I'd like to point out), and my most prized possession, a metal Green Lantern ring I had on the middle finger of my right hand. It was cheap, the silver paint chipping from constant wear but I didn't care. I'd paid for it myself and I loved it.

I was too focused on the path in front of me and my music to notice the two men in the alley ahead.

They, however, had noticed me.

When I walked past their alley, the tall, scraggly haired man closest to me grabbed me around my waist with one arm, the other covering my mouth so I couldn't scream.

"Easy Blondie, wouldn't want your fuckin' head blown off, would you?" My already large eyes widened behind my glasses as I gazed at the other man who stood before me. He wasn't that big in the muscular sense rather thin and gangly with a large, hooked nose and beady green gray eyes. The most intimidating thing about him, though, was the gun he had out in his right hand.

I shook my head, curses fighting for their place in my mouth. I bit my tongue, successfully stopping myself from calling them anything. Not that I could, the piss scented hand over my mouth covered anything I would have said.

"Now, Blondie," said the man behind me, voice raspy as though he'd been smoking since birth. From the state of his breath, that was probably the correct assumption. "Why don't you give Bill all your stuff. Cell phone, purse, jacket, that ring."

I began crying. I'd lived in cities all my life and I had been one of the lucky few to never be robbed. I guess the keyword is had, because I was most defiantly being mugged.

As much as I disliked Kick-Ass and Red Mist, I prayed one of them would find me and help.

As best I could with the guy behind me still holding tight to my face, I slipped off my ring, unzipped my hoodie, and handed them over with my MP3 player.

"What, no phone?" asked Bill, his grimy hands grabbing my stuff as fast as he could, holding it all to his chest. He played with my ring, biting it with is his tobacco stained teeth before slipping it onto his finger giddily.

In one sick moment of numbness, I compared him to Gollum from Lord of the Rings, fucking holding his precious. I wanted to punch him in the face.

That was my fucking precious.

Instead, I shook my head. No, I didn't have a cell phone. Well, technically my mother and I shared a phone, but she had it that night in case she got a call from Josh or Dom. She was closer than I was.

"I highly doubt that, I mean, it's 2009, who the fuck doesn't have a cell phone?" The guy behind me laughed.

Me, you cunt. Shit.

"Bill," snapped the guy, pulling me closer. I cringed, his warmth wrapping around me. I was going to burn this t-shirt when I got home. "I'm going to check her for a phone, you go ahead."

My eyes were about to pop they'd widened so much. Oh god, that was this assholes erection pushing against my back, wasn't it? Oh shit. I'm gonna puke, I'm gonna puke. I'm gonna-

"Right, I'll see you back at the hideout Paul!" Bill rushed out of the alley just as I vomited into Paul's hand, covering it in the runny, acidic fluid.

Paul panicked and threw my body to the ground, letting me fall into my own waste. I groaned, looking up at the man above me. He looked like a bum, only stupider. He was defiantly evil, but not the kind I wanted touching my body.

Paul glared down at me, grabbing my t-shirt with both hands, ripping it from hem to collar.

"You might have the body of a little boy, but I can put that behind me since you have a pussy." He ran a hand up my stomach to my small breast.

I struggled, bringing my hands up to push on his chest. That did nothing but piss him off even more. Fantastic.

He removed his hand from my mouth and smacked my face roughly. My head snapped to the side, a sob ripping from me. My glasses flew from my face, though they didn't shatter. For once I was glad the lenses were thick.

I'd bitten my tongue hard enough to draw blood, the copper taste mixing horribly with the bile still in my mouth. I looked up at Paul with wide eyes.

"You fuckin' make a noise and I'll make sure I find out where you live and kill your family, got that Blondie?" He spit on my stomach, pulling a knife out of his pocket. He then used it to slice my bra, cutting my skin. The cups fell to the side, leaving my torso bare.

Paul grabbed my breast roughly, squeezing them. I cried out in pain, tears streaming down my cheeks. This wasn't how I'd imagined my first time.

"Leave her alone!" Paul and I snapped our attention to the man standing at the entrance to the alleyway.

I couldn't see the tip of my nose my eyesight was so bad without my glasses. It didn't matter who the guy was, I was going to suck his dick if he saved my life. I owed him that.

"Why don't you fuckin' move on kid." It wasn't a request or a question, no it was an order. A rather nervous order.

Paul turned back to my body, running the knife down my stomach causing me to suck in. He was using enough force to draw up a line of blood.

"No, why don't you fucking get off of her."

Paul looked up, groaning. He then turned back to me, smacking my cheek. "I'll be right back Blondie, don't move." Paul then stood.

I silently stared up at the blurry sky above me, wishing I still head my headphones.

I felt a little disconnected with everything that was around me, like I wasn't lying on my back in my own puke, my shirt and bra laying around me exposing my upper body to the world, or rather the two men in the alley.

I began to look back on my inner monologue, suddenly finding it sickening I had actually referred to the would be rapist and his partner by their names in my mind. How sick was that? It's like I knew them on a personal level, like we were buddies.

"You ok?" I jumped, turning my head towards the voice. How long had I been zoning.

Something plastic was shoved into my hands, I realized after a moment it was my glasses. Slipping them on carefully, I looked up at my hero.

Red Mist.

I'll admit, he's a lot better looking in real life than on the news. He was currently kneeling down above me, one gloved fist on the ground, the other draped over his bent leg. His black and red hair looked ruffled and he had a split lip, blood staining his pale face.

The only thing I really focused on were his eyes. They were brown, a color that belonged to millions of Americans, but only made me think Chris D'Amico.

I began sobbing. Oh my god, this had actually just happened. I'd been mugged and nearly raped. Oh fuck.

"C-Calm down." Red Mist sounded so unsure. He was new to this hero game, I imagine, so I doubt he's ever stopped a girl from getting raped. I could forgive him.

Or not.

"Calm down?" I shrieked, eyes narrowed as I pulled myself up. One hand held my shirt shut. I nearly collapsed, but the leather clad hero caught me. The heat that radiated from him comforted me unlike the heat from my would be rapists. "You're seriously telling me to calm down! I WAS ALMOST RAPED YOU ASS!"

He flinched, realizing his mistake. "S-Sorry... but you weren't. I saved you." The grin he gave me was goofy yet panicked.

I sighed in defeat, letting my head fall against his chest. "Can you just... I dunno... take me home, or something." He must have agreed, because seconds later he was opening the door to his car.

Had I been in a state of actual focus, I'd have probably mentioned it was a sweet ride. Especially since the way the doors opened up was on a level of cool rivaled only by the DeLorean in Back to the Future.

I shivered involuntarily when he moved away, shutting the door. When he got into the drivers seat and started the car, a red light enveloped my body.

"Shouldn't I take you to the hospital?" He was looking at me, I could tell, but I wasn't going to look over. " I mean, you're bleeding and you're going to have bruises."

"Yeah I guess." I wiped away my tears. "I've never really had... this kinda thing happen so I don't really know the proper procedure in taking care of things."

"Ok, I'll take you the hospital, just close your eye and rest."

I listened, settling back in the leather seat (Red Mist had a fetish for it I guess) as I gazed into the back of my eyelids.

As I began dozing off, I spoke. "I owe you like a blow job or something like that for saving me."

And then I was out. When I awoke in the hospital later, Red Mist was gone

A/N: So that's the end of the first chapter. If you all wanna know what Denise looks like, I have a picture of her and her family under my profile. Don't forget to tell me what ya'll think.