A/N: I've said it before and I'll keep on saying it, thank you so much for all of your great reviews! :D Also note that I did make some more changes. I changed Lacey's costume and wig. I also changed what Ava looks like along with her wig. Angelina has different boots as well so; links will be on my profile to those who are interested. Another thing I've decided to change is that it's been two years since Angelina stopped fighting crime, not four. Which means that Angelina is nineteen instead of twenty-one and she's also a sophomore as well. This will be the last time that I make any last minute changes, I promise! XD

Now, onward to replies: Alex Lunaah – You've hit the nail on the head. Chris did deserve it and things are only gonna get worse for Angelina because she does still love him (which is slowly gonna change to hate once he starts harming the ones she loves.) and he knows how to get under her skin. Not a good predicament, to say the least XD. JustALonelySoul – I'm glad you liked it. As you can see, Angelina ain't the lady to mess with! And Chris definitely learned the hard way. XD JessBerry23 - Thanks a lot! Let me know what you think! ^_^ Yugioh13 - Thank you so much and I hope you do get a chance to see Kick Ass 2 because it's definitely worth watching. SummerHaze – I'm glad you loved it. :D

"How can I decide what's right
When you're clouding up my mind?
I can't win your losing fight
All the time.

Not gonna ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
But you won't take away my pride.
No, not this time...
Not this time...

How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue.
Just boiling in my blood.
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own.
(I'm screaming, "I love you so.")
On my own.
(My thoughts you can't decode)

How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.

Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.
Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves."- Decode, Paramore

After that 'incident' with Chris, I spent the next few weeks patrolling the streets with my new teammates. We searched the web for unsolved crimes, helped out at a homeless shelter, trained with Colonel Stars and Stripes, decorated our headquarters, you name it. Not to mention, Colonel Stars and Stripes was an all-around bad ass. As was his dog; Eisenhower, who would bite someone in the crotch whenever Colonel yelled 'Schwanz!'

I know that a lot of people out there would probably think that what we were doing was 'dangerous' or 'insane' but we didn't care, we were making the world a better place. For once in my life, I was helping others and doing something worth remembering. I was living my dream and making my mark on the world.

After another successful night on patrol, everyone went home. Well, Insect Man, Remembering Tommy, and Doctor Gravity did.

"Goodnight Colonel, and thanks for everything," Dave said.

"Ditto!" I chimed in.

"No, thank you. You two showed us that every man and woman can make a difference. Without Kick-Ass and Knockout, none of us would be here. That's from the heart; don't let it go to your heads." With that said, he took his leave.

Night Bitch looked at Dave. "So, I'm not really that tired," She arched a brow, suggestively. I looked at Dave and it didn't take a genius to see that he was eager to get laid. Okay, time to go! Time to fucking go!

"Erm, I just remembered that I have a ton of homework so, I'm just gonna… Yeah!" I quickly turned around and began to power walk back to the apartment. I knew Lacey and Ava didn't want to watch them go at it like rabbits because they caught up with me within seconds. But of course, Lacey had to get the last word in.

"GET A FUCKING ROOM YOU HORNDOGS!" Lacey yelled after them as they took off. I snickered and high-fived her.

The next day, I got in my car and drove to Mindy and Dave's school. I knew I had to try and get Mindy back to being Hit-Girl. The problem of course, was that I didn't just need to convince her, I had to convince her guardian, Detective Marcus Williams, who kept Mindy under a tight leash dropping her off every morning and picking her up at the end of the day.

Spotting Marcus's black unmarked four-by-four, I parked in the vacant spot in front of his car then backed up just enough so that he couldn't pull out. It was a trick Mindy had taught me to keep a vehicle in one spot.

Thankfully the red four-by-four jeep behind Marcus's car was close enough that he couldn't back up to compensate.

As I got out, I discovered that Dave had obviously had the same idea as me. Mindy and Dave were having a heated exchange as they left the main entrance.

"You don't get it, Dave," I heard Mindy say. "I made a promise to Marcus." Mindy sighed.

"So break it! You're a superhero, remember? Mindy Macready is just the disguise." Dave reminded her.

I walked over to them, mirthlessly shaking my head. "Dave's right. Marcus can't stop you from being who you really are Mindy." I paused thoughtfully. "I seem to remember you telling us about another promise you made. One that I think overrides the promise you made to Marcus. It was the one you made to your father to never stop defending this city. What was it you said: Cross my heart, hope to die."

"Yeah," Mindy winced, obviously remembering. It was a low blow, I admitted to myself, but Mindy's reaction had told me it had gotten through to her. "Well I don't know what kind of superhero Night-Whore is. But, if you two really think I'd break my word, you obviously don't know who I am."

"I know that making the varsity dance team doesn't make you stop being who you are," Dave retorted. "I know that Hit-Girl couldn't give a shit about what high school girls are into. And, you couldn't go on date if your life depended on it."

"Go to hell," Mindy shot back. "The both of you."

"Listen to him," I said sighing as I ran a hand through my hair.

Mindy glared at us then looked over at couple of jocks wearing letterman jackets that were standing by a tree. "Hey! Roid Rage!"

"Me?" the main jock answered, pointing at himself.

"Yeah, you wanna take me on a date sometime?"

"Yeah, sure," the jock smiled. I shivered. Something about him gave me the creeps. "My name's Simon."

Mindy smirked at him, then looked back at me and Dave. "Great um, Simon. It's a date."

"Yo Simon!" One of the other jocks called. "Who's Mindy's friend?"

I glared at him. "Sorry douchebag, I'm a dyke!"

"A three-way works too! Hell that's even better!"

Cunt, I silently thought to myself as I got ready to storm over there and teach him a lesson in manners. But, Dave placed his hand on my shoulder.

"He's not worth it," Dave said.

Mindy turned around at that point, and headed to where Marcus was waiting. "Mindy, wait..." I called out.

"Is there a problem here?" Marcus asked, opening the passenger door for Mindy.

"Zero," Mindy stated, getting in.

"Good," Marcus began. "Because I don't..."

I cut him off. I couldn't believe it. He'd completely forgotten who Dave and I were. Which also meant he'd completely forgotten the promise he'd made us make, to always look out for Mindy. "Actually there is, Detective Williams." I said as me and Dave walked up to his car. Then I said quite bluntly. "You don't remember us, do you? Or, the promise you made us make two years ago."

Marcus frowned. "Should I?" Sitting in the passenger seat, Mindy actually looked confused. Obviously she didn't know about the promise, or had actually forgotten herself.

"Yes," Dave stated. "I'm Dave Lizewski and this is Angelina Thorne; also known as Kick-Ass and Knockout." Dave, I knew was taking a huge risk that he wouldn't arrest us on the spot. Thankfully though, it paid off.

Marcus sighed, then opened the rear door and told us: "Get in. Let's talk." He looked at my car. "Besides, I can't go anywhere until you move your car."

Dave and I climbed in. Seated in the passenger seat, Mindy turned to us, then asked. "What promise?"

"Marcus," I answered, "when he first enrolled you here, made us promise that we'd always look out for you."

"Do I fucking look like I need looking after?" Mindy stated, clearly annoyed.

"No," I agreed. "I think it was more to make sure you didn't kill anyone, and so that you'd have at least some friends whom you didn't have to constantly tell lies to. Didn't Marcus ever tell you?"

Mindy shook her head. "No, which given his attitude to my dad, doesn't fucking surprise me."

"Dollar, Jar." Marcus stated bluntly as he took his seat behind the wheel.

Mindy rolled her eyes. Dave had to hide a smirk behind his hand. He was practically laughing. "Marcus," Dave stated. "Piece of advice: Give up on the swear jar. She'll never stop swearing."

Marcus grunted. "I'll think about it. Now talk."

"Fine," Dave stated. "As you've no doubt figured, we know Mindy is Hit-Girl and we do realize that you want her to be just Mindy. But, the thing is, doing that will just drive her away from you."

"Yeah," I agreed, knowing Mindy was listening very carefully. "You need to let her have a balanced life. Yes she needs to be Mindy, but she also needs to be Hit-Girl. You'll lose her otherwise." I sighed.

"Look, you don't understand. I'm doing what's best for her. I'm giving her a normal childhood; something her father failed to do."

It was the wrong thing to say. I actually lost my cool and snapped right back at him, "Don't you fucking dare talk about her father that way! It's disrespectful to her memory of him." Glancing forward, I could see that Mindy was crying. "And, I do understand." I forced myself to talk normally. "Yes she lost her childhood. But, it wasn't taken by her father. It was taken by Frank D'Amico – remember him?" By the look on Marcus' face, I could tell he'd heard something similar before. "Open your eyes, Marcus. She can't get it back, because she's not a child any more. She stopped being one when she was five."

"You understand?" Marcus blinked, taking in my NYU jacket. "What's your major?"

I smirked, "Criminal Justice with a minor in pediatric psychology. So yes, I do understand." I didn't say I was still just a sophmore.

Dave frowned, "Do you know how old I was when I decided to become Kick-Ass?"

Marcus shook his head.

"Fifteen. Same age Mindy is now." He paused. "Look, we'll let you go now. Just thought we'd give you something to think about."

We both got out, and headed over to my car. "I've got something I want to ask you." Dave said as I unlocked my door.

I arched a brow. "I'm all ears."

Dave took out his phone and pulled up a video on YouTube. Apparently, I failed to realize that some people at the gym had filmed me beating the shit out of Chris. "Mind explaining this?"

"I'd rather not…"

"Come on…."

"Okay, fine! He provoked me and I lost it! The fucker really had it coming!"

"Yeah, I can see that…"

"Dave, I really don't feel like talking about this right now…."

"Alright, I'll see you tonight at the Justice Forever meeting, ok?"

"See you then."

Once I got home, I decided to do some browsing on tumblr, which I ended up regretting. There were now blogs of The Motherfucker and Knockout. Most of them included edits, drawings, and a whole bunch of comments arguing that Knockout should join The Motherfucker and they could be like the evil Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. Other comments said; 'The Motherfucker and Knockout should just have a love-hate relationship because those are hot ' 'I ship these two sooo bad!' 'They should just fuck already, it's obvious that Knockout wants the D'

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" I screamed.

Lacey walked into my room. "What's wrong?"

"THIS!" I shot back, holding up my laptop.

"And this is why I don't like tumblr. Jesus, and I thought Twilight fangirls were a pain in the ass."

I sighed and shook my head. "I just want to forget that I even saw it. We've got a Justice Forever meeting in a half hour so hopefully that'll take my mind off it."

"JUSTICE FOREVER!" Dave and I yelled at the top of our lungs as we stood on the roof of a building, thrusting our fists into the air.

"I'm glad you both got that out of your systems," Marty chuckled.

"Nerds!" Ava snickered.

I looked at her and smirked, "Proud to be one, thank you very much!"

Mary's phone went off and he took it out, "Todd texted me, again. What a loser."

I'll admit Todd had become somewhat annoying over the years but he didn't deserve this. "Don't you think you're being a little harsh Marty? He's been our best friend since kindergarten..."

"Yeah, I know. He's just driving me nuts."

I sighed and sat down on a wooden box nearby. "So, how badass is Colonel Stars and Stripes?" Marty grinned, changing the subject.

"Very. No offense to Batman or anything, but I'd say that he definitely beats him in the 'badass' category," Ava smirked.

Dave nodded, "Yeah, I still can't believe he's an ex-mob enforcer. I mean, how do you go from that to being a superhero?"

"He's a born again Christian," Marty informed us.

"Shut up!" Dave snorted.

"Yeah! Let's hope he can handle tonight…." We all looked down and saw Colonel's van in the alley. "I guess we're about to find out," Dave muttered.

I cracked my knuckles and smirked. "Come on; let's see what he has in store for us tonight."

A/N: I really want to thank adm-frb. Dude, your ideas are fantastic and I really appreciate all of your help and support. :D