Dave POV:

I felt like a complete and utter badass.

Ever since Mindy left, I started to train every single day, and it was paying off. I was taking out thugs left and right with ease. I walked around New York like I owned the bitch.

"Give me all your fucking money bitch" a tall mugger screamed.

This particular mugger was robbing a young and sexy woman. He would've gotten away with it if I wasn't on patrol that night.

He was shocked to see me in my new armor. I finally finished working on the thing and it was fucking tight. I felt like Iron Man except a little less cool and lot dumber.

"Back the fuck up" the mugger said stammering with a knife. He was shaking in his boots.

"Back away from her before I rip your ass apart." I was so cool now I surprised myself.

He charged at me with his knife and tried to stab me, but I grabbed his arm and twisted it, then threw him to the ground with a lot of force. I then proceeded to pin him down, put his ass in cuffs, and beat the shit out of him with my new and improved batons. Again, I was a fucking badass.

"Thank you, how could I ever repay you Kick-Ass" the girl said. Needless to say she ended up giving me a nice ass blowjob for my services.

In the last 3 years, I became somewhat of a man whore. I even started fucking Night Bitch again just because I was a goddamn slut. I truly did it though because it was the only thing keeping me from thinking about Mindy.

That kiss I received from her on that day was better than any blowjob I could ever get. Don't get me wrong, Night Bitch knew how to suck some dick, but Mindy's kiss gave me more satisfaction.

In the time that she has been gone, I realized that I really liked Mindy. I wished I could tell her that in person, but I didn't know where the hell she was. I wanted to know if she felt the same way about me.

Mindy was the only girl I truly wanted, the other bitches were just for fun. I hoped that I became the hero that she wanted me to be. My physique changed a lot since she was gone.

I was no longer this scrawny little jackass that couldn't fight for shit. My whole entire body was basically muscle, I could take on very skilled fighters by my own damn self, and I could do all the exercises by myself, Mindy didn't need to help me anymore. The only thing I didn't change was my hair. I felt like it humbled me for some odd, bullshit reason.

After a long day of beating up stupid ass muggers on patrol, I decided to call it a day. I went back to the safehouse Mindy and I used to train at. I had made it my home after all. I spent so much time in there I might as well live in the place. Plus, it was really fucking awesome.

When I got there, I did the same old things, work out for a couple hours, and made some hot chocolate with extra marshmallows before I went to bed. I did this because it reminded me of Mindy, plus hot chocolate is really good after a workout. I began to realize that I did a lot of shit because of Mindy.

'That girl is always in my head' I thought while I was getting ready to call it a night. Before I get to my bed I hear a window creak open on the side of me. I quickly turned in the direction and pulled a .44 magnum out of my suit and aimed it at the window. Yes, I was packing some heat. I was so goddamn amazing.

But then I hear something behind me and I turn around. I see a beautiful woman standing in front of me. I let my guard down, and that was a big mistake.

The girl grabbed me and flipped me onto my back, pinning me to the ground. I gasped in pain as I hit the floor and all I hear is "Hey jackass, you really haven't improved much have you." It was then I realized who did this shit to me.

After 3 long years, Mindy fucking MacCready was finally back, and she still knew how to beat my stupid ass.