A/N: This takes place after the events of the first kick-ass movie. I want to start it here because at the end of part two I feel the overall plot is already done. Following the comics I'm aware of the plot past the movies so I thought it would be best to start here to get the most freedom possible without having to recreate the first movie. However I will be taking elements from the canon, and an OC wouldn't fit later on either. Although OC's aren't my favorite they seem to fit right into the kick-ass universe. Please enjoy my first fic. And feel free to leave heavy criticism. I learn better from mistakes then compliments. Now before I spoil anything more let me begin...

Another Kick-ass story

Todd- "Yeah! I think I'm in love with her dude!"

Marty- "Well she looks like she's about eleven years old but..."

"I can wait! I solemnly vow to save myself for her."

"Well then this must be really difficult for you."

-Todd and Marty watching Kick-ass unmasked 2010.-

A year ago I got my ass kicked, beaten, broken and almost burned to death. Luckily I was saved by a twelve year old who is half my size. Not that I'm not grateful, it's just strange. That same night, the night I get saved from a trap set by Red Mist, is the same night I help said twelve year old girl, better know as Hit-girl, take revenge for her parents, particularly her father's, death. I still remember that night almost vividly. I wish I could say that but the truth is that night, after taking such a beating that hurt like hell even with my fucked up nerve endings and having adrenaline and rage pumping though me, being there felt like an out of body experience. Surreal is a better word i guess. So remembering it felt like a day dream instead of reality. I mean, I fucking blew a guy up with a bazooka. Me! Dave Lizewski! Granted it was to save Hit-girl, (for the second time that night.) it was still intense. I thought she would hate me for leading them into that trap. But I guess I made up for it, I would go as far as to save we were even. And the smile she gave me once that shit was over with. I think she forgave me.

Fast forward a few months and you would see me in class. English. Just because your a bad-ass superhero doesn't excuse your from the reality of life. Ever since I started dating Katie I looked less and less at Mrs. Zane's tits. Not that I stopped looking. I just looked less, and get better at not getting caught. The school year is almost over and me and Katie have been getting together great. At least that's how it seems on my end. I see Mindy in school every now and then, she seems to be having trouble fitting in. But I don't interfere, she seems to be doing fine. She would have asked me for my help if it was really that bad. We text each other every now and then. We keep in contact. Sometimes we even go out to atomic comics, well, maybe just that one time. But I'm sure she's not the type to want to hang out with guys like Todd, Marty and me all the time. Right?

The school year is over. I spend the summer working or just relaxing by morning and kicking ass at night. At least I wish I was. I'm still a little nervous over the D'amico thing and have been scared to go out alone at night, considering that if I ever were to actually get in a fight I doubt it would be different then the first time I decided to dress up as kick-ass. But before long summer is almost over and I'm starting a new year in less then a month. I would feel guilty about not being kick ass and protecting the innocent. But I'm pretty sure Mindy... I mean Hit-girl has been picking up the slack in my stead.

[D'amico coke drop- 10:45 pm]

"Dammit!"

Again! This is the third time! I've been hunting down the last of D'amico's goons for the the last month. These idiots were trying to pick up any left over stashes of coke or cash. But every time I get a tip on a location I get a cleaned out location, and by cleaned out I don't mean the bad guys got away. I mean some asshole took all the goons out. Zip tied the knocked out bodies and put them in a pile back to back like you would see in an old cartoon, the drugs on a pile on the table and the cash gone. But I have a plan. I got a good tip on daddy's computer. There is one more dope drop that is scheduled to be taken care of tomorrow night. I'll get there extra early and see who the son of a bitch who keeps getting these guys before me is. I think I'll bring my goggles...