A/N: I plan on making this story last a while who knows how long. So wish me luck. As always reviews are what keep me going.
CHAPTER 2 - EXPLANATION
Mindy looked confused and lost as she sat on the floor curled up to her knees. She was no longer the little girl who once saved me from being publicly executed live on the internet by Frank D'Amico's men, but seeing her like this made her look so vulnerable I just wanted to pick her up and comfort her.
"Come on lets go sit down" I said as I helped her up off the floor.
We went over and sat on the sofa. Mindy still looked a little out of it. She's either playing some really sick joke or there's something seriously wrong.
"So what the hell happened?" I didn't know what else to ask.
Mindy didn't say anything at first, she just seemed to stare at the wall for a short time.
"MINDY!" I called out.
"Oh sorry, I- I don't know what happened. I remember fighting these three douche assholes in Chicago and one of them managed to get a lucky hit with a bat, he caught me on the back of the head but I soon dealt with that fucker. When I got back to my safe house I felt a little dizzy so I took a nap and now I cant seem to remember things. I mean I know who I am and I know I'm Hit Girl but I don't know you and until you told me I didn't remember my daddy dying either. I just figured it was best I got back to New York"
"Shit Mindy you need to see a doctor or something you could have brain damage" I told her.
"I'll be fine, I don't need to go see some quack, superheroes don't visit the doctor every time they bang their head you know" Mindy stated.
"So what, you're just going to carry on as normal without remembering anything?" I asked.
"Why not, as long as I know who I am who gives a shit" She said as she stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"Yeah great plan" I said under my breath.
"Don't be a little bitch Dave!"
Mindy suddenly turned and looked at me strangely.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, I feel like I've said that before" She said trying to remember.
"You have, once or twice" I assured her with a chuckle.
Mindy smiled a little and shrugged as she poured herself a glass of water.
"Look, I'm sure things will start coming back to me eventually but until then I need you to do me a favour?" Mindy asked.
"Sure anything" I told her.
"You need to tell me what happened to my dad, you need to tell me everything"
That wasn't something I really fancied doing but what choice did I have. I really didn't want to admit that her fathers death was because I fucked up and trusted Red Mist aka The Mother Fucker. I took a deep breath and started to explain everything. I told her how we first met and how she and Big Daddy gave me their contact information, I told her the whole Red Mist part of the story and how he set us up. I could see the sadness building up in her face but as it did Mindy took a deep breath and tried to hide it. I carried on and finished the story, I told her how she saved me and how her father had died. When I explained how she had taken her revenge on Frank D'Amico she smiled ever so slightly.
"And you helped me?" She asked.
"Kind of, I think the jet pack and Gatlin guns you gave me did most of the work" I joked.
Mindy smiled again as she looked at me. I think that was a good sign.
"So me and you are what, partners?" she asked attentively.
"Yeah you could say that, you started to train me and I became Robin to your Batman, you know like the dynamic duo" I explained.
"Nobody wants to be Robin" Mindy sniggered.
"Yeah that's what you said before" I said with a smile.
"Ok you need to stop doing that" She replied with a smile of her own.
I raised both my hands in surrender to signal I wouldn't do it again. I noticed Mindy was staring at me strangely then she spoke.
"Bazooka" She simply said.
"What?" I replied.
"I just had an image of someone in a seriously fucked up green suit holding a bazooka" She said looking right at me.
"Oh that, yeah that was me. I kinda shot Frank D'Amico out of a window with it" I proudly explained.
"You saved me didn't you?" She softly asked.
"I figured I owed you" I told her.
Mindy stared at me for a second, I didn't know what she was thinking but the fact she was remembering things was a good sign at least. If I could just get back some of the trust we once shared then it's a start. Mindy came back over and sat next to me on the sofa.
"So how close exactly are we then?" Mindy asked out right with a mischievous grin.
"We've spent a lot of time together and we trust each other, I see you as one of if not my closest friend" I told her making sure not mention the kiss.
"Cool, for a second there I thought you were going to tell me we were…you know?" Mindy laughed.
"What! god no, you were only fifteen when I saw you last and now you must be only what seventeen?" I asked.
"So" Mindy simply replied as if I'd said something wrong.
"So? They call it jail bait for a reason" I told her seriously.
"Oh relax Dave I'm just shitting with you" Mindy admitted punching my arm slightly.
"Oh, yeah I knew that" I said feeling like a right dickhead.
Mindy jumped up and made her way over to the practise mat. She turned and faced me.
"Up for it? I need to know what I'm working with" She said still smiling.
"Hell yeah!" I answered as I jumped over the sofa.
I stood in front of Mindy and waited for her move, I must admit I have missed this.
"Hit me" Mindy said.
"What this again?"
Mindy quickly and without warning slapped me hard across the face.
"Act like a bitch get slapped like a-" Mindy cut off suddenly.
"A BITCH! Yeah I know" I told her.
"Ok that one rings a bell" She said nodding to herself.