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It wasn't long after our official introduction before Kick Ass and I were out on the streets, "patrolling" I guess you could call it. In actuality, we were just chilling out, getting used to each other. Or, he was getting used to me, more like. I had the ability to catch him completely off guard and unhinge him. Like such:
"Saw you talking to Katie Deauxma at Atomic Comics yesterday." I would say. He would look at me, all freaked out.
"Y-you did? You were at Atomic Comics?!" He would say back, all shocked.
"No." I would reply, smirking a little and staring straight ahead, "But I knew you were there."
"Oh." He'd say, and just when he'd relaxed I would send another nuke his way.
"Heard you're her new gay BFF." I would say. He'd give me the same look.
"Y-you did? How did you hear that?!" He'd demand, all worried.
"Katie told me." I would reply.
"She did?!" He would fall for that.
"No." I'd admit, chuckling, "But Marty did."
"Marty told you? How do you know Marty?!" He'd yell, confused.
"I don't." I laughed.
~*~
"You have a weird sense of humor." Kick Ass was currently telling me as we sat on the ledge of a building across from Atomic Comics. It was getting dark out, maybe around 8:30 that Saturday.
"Thank you." I replied. He sighed.
"You're frustrating." He said.
"No, I'm Bandit." I said, smirking. He made a sound, "Did you just growl?"
"I wish you... wouldn't mess with me." He said, ignoring my question.
"I wish you were less gullible." I answered, still smirking. He yelled, throwing up his hands.
"I wish you'd shut your mouth for once." He said, glaring at me.
"I wish you'd get over it." I replied, laughing. He shook his head and looked back down to the street.
"You're something else." He admitted.
"Thank you." I repeated genuinely, "You're something else, for putting up with me." I think I sounded a little sad, because Kick Ass sighed and looked back at me.
"Listen Bandit, I didn't mean to-" He started.
"I feel bad for Chris D'amico." I interrupted, not wanting to talk about what I'd said. Said person was currently stepping out of a shiny black car and heading over to Atomic Comics.
"Yeah, it must be horrible to have everything you want." Kick Ass said a little bitterly.
"You sound like Marty." I noticed.
"I thought you said you didn't know Marty?" He said, looking over at me.
"Of course I know Marty." I said.
"Wait. So you do actually know him?" He asked, sounding confused.
"No." I said, smiling, "I thought we went over this." Instead of getting frustrated, I think I saw Kick Ass shake his head and laugh. I was quiet a moment, just looking in at Chris D'amico through Atomic Comics' wide front window. I frowned ever so slightly. I could relate to that loneliness; and let me tell you, it sucks.
"He doesn't have everything he wants, I'm sure." I said quietly.
"Well, I'm sure he does." Kick Ass assured me. I shook my head.
"Perhaps." I said, "So long as he doesn't want any friends." That got Kick Ass to be quiet.
"Well." He said after a while, "If we're done crying over a lonely rich kid, I have something for us to do. You know, superhero stuff. If you want." I stood up.
"Sure." I said, helping my partner up, "Where to?"
~*~
The little room was positively soaked in blood, along with the people inside it: me, Kick Ass, six dead bodies, and the squirt who had offed them so messily.
"Holy shit." I breathed, stowing my bamboo pole on my back, "What the hell, girl?" I asked the twelve-year-old currently shoving wads of hundred dollar bills into a black bag.
"I just saved your lives." She retorted, "That's what."
"Yeah, by killing a bunch of-" I started.
"A bunch of low-life drug dealers and addicts." The girl interrupted me. I tilted my head and frowned; I wasn't used to being cut off.
"We could've just taken them to the police station." I said defiantly.
"Where they would inevitably get released back onto the streets." She continued, now standing up and slinging the bad over her shoulder.
"This is wrong." I said, pointing to one of the crumpled bodies seeping blood onto my combat boots.
"This is the way the world works." She responded coolly, kicking another body out of the way on her way to the window, "Kill or be killed." And with that she landed on the fire escape, quickly ascending it.
"Come on, dammit." I growled to kick Ass as I approached the window too.
"Wait, we're following that psycho? Why?" He yelled, picking himself up from a pool of blood and storing his tazer behind his head.
"Yes." I said from the fire escape, "I'm going to find out who the fuck that bitch thinks she is." I stomped onto the roof, Kick Ass following close behind me. He'd learned enough about me to know that if I was using the F word, not to argue.
"Alright girl." I started, walking right over to the little demon, getting right in her face, "Just who the hell are you?"
"I'm Hit-Girl." She said, not at all intimidated, glaring right up into my face, "and that's Big Daddy." She added, pointing over to the billboard across the way.
"Fine." I said, but was stopped from saying anything else.
"You two have potential." She interrupted me again, "But don't act all self-righteous. You got some hits in too." I cast my eyes down and touched me pole; I knew there was blood on it.
"Yes, for protection." I admitted, lifting my flashing eyes again, "But I don't hit to kill."
"Not yet you don't." Hit-Girl said, and before I could say anything in retort, as she obviously wasn't interested in listening to it, she jumped clear over the gap between the buildings, somersaulting back into a standing position on the other side. She waved us over, but I just shook my head and sat down on the ledge defiantly. Hit-Girl and Big Daddy left, leaving only Kick Ass and I.
"Bandit?" He asked, hesitating. I cupped my face in my hands.
"I know." I said quietly, staring down into the street, "We have to get out of here."
~*~
The two of us clambered back through Dave's bedroom window. I pulled down my bandana as he took off his facemask; we just stared at each other. We hadn't said anything about the Razul beatdown since we left the building, but I knew what he was thinking. Dave wore his emotions on his sleeve. I just sat cross-legged on the floor beside the window, keeping my eyes low.
"Do you think they'll be back?" Dave finally asked me, "Hit-Girl and Big Daddy?"
"We saw something we shouldn't have." I said quietly, "They'll find us."
"Yes we will." I heard a man's voice say outside the window. Sure enough, in came Hit-Girl and Big Daddy.
"Hello again Kick Ass, Bandit." He greeted us. Dave hastily tried to pull on his mask, but Hit-Girl stopped him.
"We already know who you are." She said, smirking.
"You do?" Dave asked, sounding scared.
"We rerouted your IP address from your Myspace." Big Daddy said instead, "It was far too easy to find you." I nodded in approval. These guys may just know what they're doing.
"I won't say anything, I swear." Dave said quickly.
"We know." Hit-Girl said cockily in her husky voice.
"You see, we like you two." Big Daddy looked over to me, "We just don't trust you."
"Understandable." I muttered, speaking for the first time since they'd let themselves in, "I don't trust you two either." At that point, seeing how I was still baring my teeth, the rest of the conversation was directed at Kick Ass. Eventually they left and I stared at my friend, my legs pulled up to my chin.
"What do you want to do?" He asked me, frowning, "They said we can join them as a team, or... separately." He sounded nervous. I was silent for a while, continuing to look at him.
"I'm sticking with you." I said simply.