Big Daddy watched the defeated look on the young man's face. Christ, Dave was making this a bigger deal than it needed to be. This was not the superhero Kick-Ass that Damon had come to know all these years. This was the perfect plan, anyone could see that, and Dave was being, to put it lightly, a whiny bitch about it all.

"You gotta be honest with me, here. What's going on with you?"

"Nothing's going on with me." Dave responded, his voice guarded. "I just—I really..." He trailed off, words failing him. Dave didn't know how to respond to the man without revealing too much about what happened at Frank's place. Vocalizing it only made it seem all the more real; and Dave was still struggling to understand what it all meant.

Dave's expression relaxed for a fraction of a second, his gaze landing on his now patched up friend. It appeared that even in his sleep, Chris couldn't find peace. He studied the boy's taut expression, his eyes roving over the bandages that adorned his Chris' face. Dave found himself wanting to erase all the bad things that happened to his friend. He wanted to take away all the beatings Chris had endured in his lifetime, as well as the loneliness he felt in the company of his body guards. It was cliche, but it pained him to see Chris when he was hurt.

"You really what, Dave? We're wasting time here, what is going on with you?" Damon stood abruptly from his chair, hands on his hips in annoyance knowing full well he wasn't going to get an answer from this stubborn kid. "The mafia is now after you! You have everything here," he pointed to the sleeping boy behind him, "to take them down! Just let us help you."

He was getting nowhere; the guy didn't even seem to be paying attention; the seriousness of this completely absent from Dave's head as he focused on the younger boy across from them.

There was this…way that Dave looked at Chris as he seemed unable to take his eyes off his new friend. Damon could read people like an open book and this 'look' he continued to unintentionally give to the D'Amico boy seemed more than just quick glances of monitoring his condition.

"Oh my god…" The idea hit him hard; sure it was very unlikely, but...

As Damon stared in disbelief at the younger man; maybe it wasn't as impossible as it seemed. In all these years, he had never known Dave to even show an interest in girls much less have a girlfriend. But Chris D'Amico?!. This whole thing had just gotten much worse.

It wasn't his kind of thing, but he could certainly understand the attraction: the temptation of someone as unattainable as the heir of a filthy rich crime lord was probably very appealing to most.

And if it was just sex, experimenting, a one-night stand, whatever, it wouldn't have been so bad. But it was the obvious feelings for the younger man that Dave tried so desperately to be subtle about, is what really just messed this whole situation up completely.

That's why he was defensive; so protective towards Chris when he normally wouldn't have been.

"Are you—Dave, are you and D'Amico…" raising his eyebrows suggestively at his friend. He hadn't meant for it to come out so inconsiderately, in fact he really didn't give a damn what Dave was doing behind closed doors; it was more who he was doing.

"N-No!" Dave replied too quickly, unable to make eye contact with the man.

Mindy, however, wasn't convinced by Dave's answer. "Oh my god. You're plugging him! Eww."

"Mindy! Please. Can you not just refer to it as 'fucking' like everyone else?" He yelled to his daughter before turning back to Dave to find a wide blush spreading across his face as he stared uncomfortably at the ground.

Mindy rolled her eyes at her father and remained mostly unaffected by his outburst; she could tell just how much pressure Damon was under. She wasn't by any means dense; she realized the situation was a lot more loaded than they both had originally anticipated. Now they had to take Dave's feelings into consideration 'God, he is such a sissy.' She thought. Of course, she did care about Dave, but it was stupid of the guy to ever get involved with a D'Amico in the first place.

"Uh, look, I'm sorry Dave." Damon knew how confusing this must be for Dave and was beginning to regret his actions from earlier. He dropped back down into his chair and exhaled deeply; not sure of how to handle this.

"You know how impossible it is for the two of you to be together, right? Please tell me you understand this…" The man spoke kindly, trying to make this as easy on Dave as possible. They were running out of time and this needed to be dealt with.

Dave's face felt annoyingly hot, and he tried to ignore his growing embarrassment by staring a hole through the floor; wishing for it to open up and swallow him. The cold, harsh reality of Damon's words left him feeling strangely empty inside. Dave didn't reply, and instead, continued hanging his head in shame.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Dave." Damon tried; finding this to be the most awkward conversation he had ever had in his life. He sure was grateful he never had to go through this with his daughter. The only interest she ever showed in anyone was what their guts might look like after she slashed their stomach.

Mindy's sharp eye's detected movement behind the two engrossed men, and she zeroed in on the form of the bruised boy as he regained consciousness. She could honest to god toss a shuriken in the D'Amico's direction right then, putting an end to his life, as well as the bickering of her two male influences. But she hadn't been given any immediate orders to kill him yet, and she didn't want to temporarily diminish their chances of retaining Frank D'Amico.

Chris slowly opened his eyes, groggy and disorientated; his head pounding so bad that it was affecting his vision and he automatically had to shut them. He instinctively raised a hand to the wounded area, finding it covered with a soft material. A bandage?

He faintly remembered the events of the afternoon; trying to recall much of anything just made his head spin even more. But even without his sight, he had this bad feeling he wasn't in his own place.

He partially listened to the voices around him as best he could due to his condition; one of which sounding very familiar, but he couldn't quite tell who it was as he was more compelled to focus on the throbbing pain in his head than anything else.

"Ugh, fuck…" Chris murmured, as he covered his eyes with a hand; even with them shut the dimly lit bulb above him was enough to make him woozy

It was unclear to him as to where he was or what had even happened, but any fear he had in him had somewhat subsided when he sensed that he wasn't in danger. It seemed wherever and whomever he was with, had taken care of him; a hospital, maybe? Chris turned his head to the side and cracked an eye; seeing he was most definitely not in a hospital, but what looked to be some sort of dingy basement.

"Where…?" He questioned softly, hoping for anyone to hear him that could possibly give him answers.

Mindy smirked at how weak Chris was acting, taking a small amount of joy in the boys helplessness.

Damon caught Mindy's eye as she seemed to be fixed intently on something behind him. "Mindy? What are you—" Glancing over his shoulder, Damon saw that the boy had somewhat regained consciousness. "Couldn't have said something, could ya?"

Mindy responded with a shake of her head, her eyes twinkling mischievously at her father as he bounded towards the D'Amico heir.

"Can you hear me, Chris? Can you see?" Damon waved a hand in front of his face and the boy nodded slowly; his eyes staring blankly up at the man and he tried to lift his head.

Damon wondered if the kid recognized him; recognized the man his father framed and had locked up many years ago; the man who his father had caused the death to of Mindy's mother and the woman he loved.

A nagging voice inside him told him to just end this boy's life. Make Frank D'Amico feel exactly what he felt, though he highly doubted the man would even care if he ever saw his son again. Anyone that could do something like this to their own child obviously couldn't care less what happened to him. It was his promise to Dave that kept Damon from just slitting his throat right then and there.

He could see the distress in those eyes when it became evident to Chris who was hovering over him. The boy's breathing rapidly quickened at the realization and his eyes darted around the room as if frantically hunting for something to defend himself with. Not that he had much of a chance if the need did arise.

"Calm down, nobody's gonna hurt you." He urged, pressing a hand firmly against the small chest. "Chris, just relax. Lay back down."

Chris fought with what very little strength he could muster at the time, forcing the man to take hold of his wrists to keep him from struggling. He was overexerting himself and Damon didn't want him passing out again.

'He's gonna kill me! He's gonna fuckin' kill me!' Chris thrashed his body around, ignoring the intense throbbing of his head, but still it was impossible to resist against Damon's strength. It seemed he took no notice of Dave at all; only the dangerous man above him now holding him down. He was going to be killed, he was sure of it.

Mindy observed the scene from a safe distance, amused by the boys struggling as he tried to free himself from Damon's grip. "Dave," she began, turning towards her ally, "Want to tell your boy-toy to take it easy?"

Dave's head rose from the intense staring match with the floor. Hit-Girl's words clicked in his mind and his confusion melted into something more akin to relief. Forgetting his embarrassment, he spun around and eagerly advanced toward the couch. "Chris..." he started hesitantly, "It okay, he's not trying to hurt you."

The familiar voice nearby caught Chris' attention and he cocked his head to the side; his eyes widening in terror. 'Holy shit they got Dave, too!'

"Dave! You gotta get outta here!" He yelled, seeing his friend only advancing towards him. "No, don't worry about me, just go!"

Was Dave not aware of just who's presence he was in? Crazy fuckin' McCready and his psycho daughter were among the most infamous of so-called 'superheroes'. For every life they boasted about saving, there were dozens that they willingly admitted to slaughtering; it was like a fucking sport to them. It didn't matter who got in their way. Frank was able to put McCready behind bars, but unfortunately it was only a matter of time before he was out again and now more insane than ever.

"Jeez, kid, relax!" Damon's anger was rising, but his worry that Chris was going to hurt himself more than he already was, was his biggest concern. "Dave! You gotta calm him down! Do something!" He didn't dare take his grip off the crazed boy whose pulse was racing like mad under his fingers.

"Chris, stop!" Dave's words didn't seem to have any effect on the other boy as he continued to struggle. Dave stood anxiously, unsure of what to do in a situation so high-strung with panic it was practically suffocating.

Damon could only hold this whiny kid down for so long before the urge to just knock him the fuck out took over. He figured Dave was probably the only one who could calm Chris down, but even upon hearing his friend's voice, reassuring him that it'll be okay, wasn't enough to stop the out of control D'Amico boy.

"Dave!" he snapped again. "If you don't do something to shut this kid up, I swear I'm going to—"

"I don't know what to do, he's not listening to me!" Dave cried. The next few seconds were a blur. There was more demands from Damon shouting at him to help and an increase in hysterics from Chris. The moment Dave met Chris' petrified gaze all coherent thought left him, he moved forward unthinkingly; his hands gripping his friend's face unceremoniously before crushing their mouths together.

An abrupt silence filled the room at Dave's last resort; breaking only at the sound of a muttered disgust from Hit Girl.

Damon slowly loosened his hold from Chris' wrists, unsure of what else to do with two boys only inches away from him and kissing each other. 'Not really what I was expecting, but it seemed to work.'

The blanket that was keeping Chris warm had long since slipped off during his wrestling match with Damon, that of which he was particularly glad for considering he wanted Dave's body as close as possible to his own. The warm, safe, familiar feeling of his former rival was enough to cause him to forget everything even for just a moment.

When Dave wasn't met with any more resistance from Chris, the tension in his body slipped away as all it took to tame the boy was a simple press of lips. The other was kissing him back so insistently, causing the blood to rush to his face as he was well aware of what he was doing in front of his two superhero allies. His embarrassment subsided as those persuasive pair of lips warmed his own, and arms anchored his neck; dragging him flush against the build of his friend.

He suddenly didn't care anymore that they had an audience; shifting to comply with Chris' demand for closeness, he climbed on to the couch and lowered himself against the man, while being mindful not to use his full weight. His nose crinkled at the faint smell of peroxide that invaded his nostrils. Gently cradling his partners face in his hands Dave molded their mouths together.

"O-kay. Excuse me then." Clearly Damon had been forgotten about. "Uh, Mindy, how about you show me that new trick you've been working on with those butterfly knives of yours?" Damon kept his daughter's view blocked from Dave and Chris as best he could as he approached her hastily before wrapping one large arm around her shoulders and hurriedly leading her to another room.

Mindy was too happy to agree with her father. She didn't particularly enjoy watching her friend suck face with the D'Amico boy. 'Eww. No, this is just wrong.' And of course her dad had to say something to make the situation ten times worse.

"Just…clean up after yourselves alright?" Damon pleaded from around the corner before closing the door behind him. Damon couldn't deny the chemistry between the two sworn enemies was almost sickeningly cute. He still didn't like the D'Amico kid (more so because of his father), but he was happy for Dave, and that alone was what made his soon to be final decision far more difficult than it should have been.

- o - o - o -

Frank watched the hours go by from his office, expecting his son to have been returned to him by now. Did this guy not know who he was dealing with? He had to wonder if the boy's father even took it seriously enough to warn his son.

In truth, it would be all too easy to track down Chris, but the sadistic nature in him took great pleasure in watching his victims squirm in mental and emotional torment.

His phone rang and he glimpsed at the number on the caller ID: Unknown; he allowed it to ring a few times before figuring it best to answer as this person may have information on his son's whereabouts. The caller, however, was the last person he would have expected.

"McCready! What-"

"Shut up and listen to what I have to say, D'Amico, 'cause I'm just gonna cut right to the chase: I know where your son is and if you care to see him again, you'll do exactly as I say."

There was silence on Frank's end as a sudden rush of panic surged through him; he instantly knew this would not be as easy as he thought. This wasn't just some kidnapper who wanted ransom; this was Damon McCready: one of many men that happened to piss off the D'Amico's and ended up framed for crimes he never committed; now this man had his son. He should have just killed the guy when he had the chance.

"You're blackmailing me? Do you need another five years in a cold cell before you learn? Or…perhaps your daughter—"

It was starting to become a struggle for Damon to keep his voice from rising as he attempted to negotiate with the mob boss, and at the mention of his daughter…

"Fuck you, D'Amico! You're in no position to threaten me right now. Let me rephrase this for you: if you care to see Chris alive again, you will do as I say."

"If you touch one hair on my son—"

Damon's grin grew wide over the phone, hearing the fear in his opponent as the drug lord fought to mask it.

"Oh, don't you worry, Frank; I couldn't possibly do more harm than what you have done already to him."

An exasperated sigh on the other line; defeated. "…what are your terms, Damon?"

He convinced Frank to meet him at a given location the following evening, promising him he'd have his son. The man was ordered to come alone, though Damon knew he'd have snipers surrounding the place. That was fine; he would too.

Frank D'Amico was now in his grasp and once and for all, they would finally have their vengeance.

After sorting out the details with the crime lord, Damon noticed his daughter's mood had suddenly changed drastically. Mindy could only stare with a look of dread on her face at what her father had just done.

She had listened unhappily during the phone call as her father conversed with the bastard who had caused them so much hurt in the past. She didn't understand why they couldn't just kill D'Amico's son, maybe send a few pictures of his corpse to Frank, or a few body parts (better yet, his head) as a memento of the dead D'Amico heir.

Unfortunately, they had to consider Dave's stupid feelings. She wasn't as adept as her father at reading people and their emotions, but she could tell that it wasn't just a passing infatuation that Dave had for the D'Amico boy. And yeah, it was kind of pathetic, but Mindy didn't want to loose Dave as a friend; she had grown attached to having him around over the years, and she had a feeling that if she did any thing to mess with Chris, that he would probably never talk to her again.

"Mindy, please try to understand. Frank D'Amico is not somebody we want to mess with."

He knew she was fond of Dave and he was as well; Dave was like a son to him, one of the only people both he and Hit-Girl had ever really trusted. But he couldn't risk his daughter over something that could easily be dealt with between he and D'Amico. Plus, this was their perfect chance to strike and he wasn't going to let that get away.

He continued, not allowing her a chance to speak. There was no changing his mind. He knew in time, she'd understand.

"If he ever found out his son was here and we didn't tell him, he'd have a hundred of his guys here at once. That's not really the way I want this to go down. Sure, this place is pretty well hidden from most, but the D'Amico's aren't petty criminals we're dealing with."

As well-trained as Mindy was, she was naive and very reckless; in her mind, they were unstoppable and, so far, they had been, but going against the mafia was a whole different story.

"We could take them." She insisted. It didn't matter to her; a hundred people couldn't stop Hit-Girl or Big Daddy, no one could out wit them, not in skill, speed or intelligence.

"You think it's just so damn easy, you think we're invincible. The sooner you stop thinking that way, the better chance you'll have at surviving. Even if we could take all his men, there are surely dozens more on-call. Could you imagine the price on our heads that would be with us for the rest of our lives? This is the mafia!"

Mindy gave her father a careless expression that could be translated as 'so what'. The price would be well worth it; they were already wanted criminals as far as she was concerned, what did a bigger bounty for their heads do but increase their infamy? 'I still think we could get away with it.'

"I don't want to discuss this anymore," Damon said, cutting their argument short. And what was the point anyways? They'd never see eye to eye on this, both knew that, but still he wished she'd understand; he was only trying to protect her.

"Hey, why don't you help me with this AR-17 here?" He reached for the black assault rifle high up on the far wall and laid it down on the large desk in front of him. Taking apart weaponry, observing how it worked, seeing how it could be enhanced; it was one of the ways in which the duo could spend time together as father and daughter and put aside their differences. Plus, it gave them something to do seeing as the main room was rather occupied.

"Yeah," Mindy's mood brightened considerably at the suggestion. She tore at her mask, draping the material over a coat rack before doing the same with her purple synthetic wig. Mindy slipped beside her father to gaze at the project before them.


A.N. - Thanks again, Rock n' Fuckin' Roll for betaing this chapter.

This is a roleplay between me and Jayden Blake. I play as Dave and Mindy. My amazingly talented partner acts as Chris, Frank, and Damon. Once again I'd like to point out that this is a slight AU. That means most of the events that occurred in both Kick-Ass 1 and 2 don't pertain to this plot. And be sure not to make any assumptions about the characters, and their back stories. In this fic, Chris doesn't know Dave is actually Kick Ass and the boys are 21.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kick-Ass nor do I make a profit from any of my stories.