A/N: I've decided to have a go at a Kick Ass story. There are some really good ones already out there so don't judge me to harshly compared to them, I'm just going to try and have some fun so I hope you can stick with me.

DANGEROUS PASSION

It's been nearly two years, two fucking years and not a single word. We managed to defeat Chris D'Amico in one big epic battle…. in which he lost more then just his pride. I managed to get my revenge not just for the death of my father but also for the death of the Colonel and the attack on Night Bitch. We were finally able to sit back and celebrate and what do you do? you leave town. Ok it probably wouldn't have mattered to me so much if you hadn't of kissed me before you left, but you did, so it does. What did that kiss mean? was it just a goodbye thing? Why am I torturing myself like this anyway it's only Mindy. Fair enough she is, or was the most lethal bad ass in the city and teaming up with Hit Girl and fighting crime was awesome. I know I always joked about her nearly getting me killed on more then one occasion but the truth is if it wasn't for her I don't think id be here now, I owe her everything. Ok Dave it's time to snap of it.

I realised I was staring at the photo of Mindy with her father, I seemed to have been doing that a lot recently. I shook my head and headed over to do some more one arm pull ups. To think Mindy used to have to literally hold me up to do this but now its as easy as anything. I wish she could see just how much I've improved. After everything that happened I dedicated myself to training and becoming the best superhero I could be. I pushed myself on a daily basis harder then I ever did before, I don't think I was quite Hit Girls equal far from it actually but I was headed in the right direction. I had also managed to adapt my suit. Mindy told me once a true superhero adapts their costume so I gave it a go. I was pretty pleased with the outcome. My mask was now more a helmet which gave my head better protection. I had proper Kevlar armour plates inserted throughout the rest of my outfit which made things a little less manoeuvrable at first but I've been able to adapt pretty well.

I go out on patrol pretty much every night, there aren't as many of us superheroes about anymore after the police had cracked down on the whole movement but one or two are still out there fighting for justice. Speaking of Justice Forever the team have gone there separate ways. I'm still in touch with Dr Gravity and Night Bitch but not really anyone else. Marty is the only real person I see on a regular basis but not as Battle Guy as he too has hung up his cape so to speak. He's been going to NYU and working in the comic book store part time, he seems to enjoy it. I decided not to go to college, the thought of studying would just take up to much time and even though Marty suggested I work in the comic book store with him…every hero needs a secret identity etc, I never took him up on his offer. I have enough cash stored about from my encounters with thieves and drug dealers so I don't need to worry about money.

Even though I still had my fathers house to go back to I found myself staying at Mindy's safe house more and more, truth was I didn't want to go back home the memories of that place and the memories of my father still haunted me a bit.

I soon finished training and after I had something to eat I decided to suit up and head out. Patrol wasn't as care free as it once was, I couldn't just walk down the street high fiving everyone that passed. These days I had to keep my wits about me, not only was I looking out for villains but I was also keeping clear of the police. I had acquired a car form some douche selling coke and after giving him some serious rehabilitation I decided to take it. The car had tinted windows which was ideal for me and I doubt the guy was the type of person who reported things to the police so guess it worked out ok. So here I was patrolling the mean streets in my pimp wagon looking for crime. It didn't take long. As I was parked at the side of the road I noticed three heavily built guys force a forth smaller man into an alley…nothing like advertising what you're up to. I started the engine and drove towards the alley. Once I was in clear view of the men I jumped out of the car and strolled in their direction making sure I was seen by as view people as possible. The smaller guy was taking a serious beating by the other three and I decided it was time to act.

"Excuse me gentlemen, what you're doing there doesn't seem to be very friendly" I stated with a heroic stance.

"Fuck me it's Kick Ass" One of the larger guy's declared laughing.

"Who gives a shit he's just a punk in a costume" Another answered.

I withdrew both of my batons to show these guy's who they were messing with and as I did one of the men came at me. I dodged his initial attack and struck him hard in the back of the legs sending him to the ground instantly. The other two raised their arms in surrender and quickly vacated the scene, their fallen comrade soon picked himself up and ran too.

"Easy" I said to myself.

I inspected the smaller man who had taken the beating and he was in a pretty bad way. I decided to call an ambulance and without telling them who I was told them the location of the victim and what had happened. A few people had started to gather as they noticed who I was and I informed a member of the public to stay with the hurt man until the ambulance arrived. I left the scene as quickly as I could, no doubt a few people had taken pictures of me but there's nothing I can really do about that. I patrolled a little more but not a lot was happening tonight so I eventually made my way back to the safe house. Once there I quickly logged onto my blog and reported what had happened tonight. I also liked to check to see if Kick Ass had received any messages but apart from some old ladies cat going missing there was nothing, of course I was only really waiting for one message in particular, the same message I had been waiting two years for. I made my way to my bedroom in the safe house and collapsed on the bed.

"Damn it Mindy where are you?"

I awoke the next day around about eleven. I had a shower and decided to visit Marty at the comic book store. I knew he'd be working today so it gave me a good excuse to pop in.

"Hey Dave I see you were busy last night" Marty said motioning some karate chops with his hands.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Dude its on the news look" Marty announced as he spun his laptop for me to see.

He was right, obviously someone had filmed me on their phone last night as I made my escape. The news report itself was pretty positive though it basically portrayed me in a good light by saying Kick Ass is still fighting the good fight, that made me smile.

"You are due some seriously hot chick" Marty joked.

I smiled and shook my head, that was the last thing I was thinking about right now and then suddenly Mindy popped into my head, maybe she's the reason? I thought to myself.

"You know if Battle Guy was to come out of retirement I'm sure the ladies would be throwing themselves at him" I replied.

"I don't think so Dave my crime fighting days are over, anyway I work in a comic book store, you don't get much cooler then that" Marty announced.

"I guess not" I agreed with a chuckle.

"Anyway Dave I've noticed you've been a bit well kind of down recently, you ok?" Marty asked.

"I'm fine, I'm in better shape then I've ever been and I'm out there 'fighting the good fight' as that report said"

"Yeah yeah, come on Dave you cant fool me" Marty said.

"I fooled you for ages when I became Kick Ass" I argued with a laugh.

"You know what I mean? you keep trying to get me to bring Battle Guy out of retirement when the truth is no ones going to match up to your last partner. I'm sorry Dave I think you just miss Hit Girl" Marty stated with a sorry look on his face.

I knew he was right, of course I missed Hit Girl but was I missing her because of Hit Girl or because of Mindy. That kiss had seriously fucked my head up. I left the store and headed back to the safe house. It didn't take me long to arrive and once back I made my way to the kitchen. I was just about to pour myself a glass of milk when suddenly someone attacked me from behind. I was thrown on to my back and a knife was held to my throat. I glanced up and immediately noticed the bright purple outfit and wig. Her eyes were locked staring at me from behind her mask.

"Ok fucker who are you and how fuck did you get in here?" She demanded.

"Geez Mindy it's me Dave!" I answered.

"How do you know who I am?" she demanded again.

"What? Is this some sort of test or something because I don't get it?" I asked.

Mindy slowly climbed off me and backed up slightly. I crawled up off the floor and looked at her.

"So we know each other? What's my full name?" Mindy asked.

"Mindy McCready aka Hit Girl, your dads name was Damon McCready aka Big Daddy and my name is Dave Lizewski aka KICK ASS!" I yelled. "Just tell me what's going on".

Mindy reluctantly removed her wig and mask and stared at me unsure at first.

"You know my daddy?" Mindy softly asked.

"I did"

"Did?" she strangely asked me.

"Yeah, Mindy you do remember your father died don't you?"

Mindy collapsed to her knees and shook her head from side to side.

"I can't remember, I cant remember anything" She admitted.

A/N: I'll try and update as quick as I can guys. Please review let me know if I should keep going. Thanks.