A/N: Thank you to all of my reviewers and everyone else that has faved and followed this story. You guys rock! ^_^ Also, pictures of the Mistmobile II and Dave's bike are on my profile for those interested in seeing what they look like.
MMPRFansince93 & Ryuno chu – I'm glad you both enjoyed that rather intense chapter. Let me know what you think of this one! Yugioh13 – Don't worry, she's not dead, just injured. That's Angelina for you, even when she's hurt; she still manages to get in something funny XD
So long, I've been looking too hard, I've waiting too long
Sometimes I don't know what I will find
I only know it's a matter of time
When you love someone... When you love someone...
It feels so right, so warm and true, I need to know if you feel it too
(Aaah-aaah) maybe I'm wrong
(Aaah-aaah) won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong?
(Aaah-aaah) this heart of mine has been hurt before
(Aaah-aaah) this time I wanna be sure
I've been waiting, for a girl like you
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) to come into my life (life)
I've been waiting, for a girl like you
(Waiting for a girl) and a love that will survive
I've been waiting (I've been waiting) for someone new
(New) To make me feel alive, ah-ah
Yeah, waiting for a girl like you (waiting for a girl) to come into my life
(Aaah-aaah... Aaah-aaah...)
You're so good, when we make love it's understood
It's more than a touch or a word we say
Only in dreams could it be this way
When you love someone... Yeah, really love someone...
(Aaah-aaah) now I know it's right
(Aaah-aaah) from the moment I wake up till deep in the night
(Aaah-aaah) there's no where on earth that I'd rather be
(Aaah-aaah) than holding you, tenderly
I've been waiting, for a girl like you
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) To come into my life (life)
I've been waiting, for a girl like you
(Waiting for a girl) and a love that will survive
I've been waiting (I've been waiting) for someone new
(New) To make me feel alive, ah-ah
Yeah, waiting (waiting) for a girl like you
(Waiting for a girl) to come into my life," Waiting For a Girl Like You - Foreigner
(3RD PERSON POV)
Marcus clenched his fists as he stormed over to the cops. Although he wasn't one to defend all of the vigilante activities, the cops should've been helping them instead of pursuing them. "I can't fucking believe this! Instead of helping the heroes, you chose to go after them!"
"But sir, you know for a fact that they've been nothing but pains in our asses since this whole trend start-"
Marcus cut him off. "Bullshit! They've been doing what all of you should've been doing! If you had worked with them, then maybe Ralph and Vic wouldn't have gottten away! And because they did, all of you are suspended until I say otherwise!"
"That's not fair!" Another cop shouted. Marcus was about to give this punk a piece of his mind until he heard Dave, Mindy, and the others yelling behind him. Turning around, he saw that Angelina was now on the ground and Chris was constantly shaking her and panicking. He ran back over to them and looked at a now teary eyed Chris. "Don't touch her!" He barked.
Chris shook his head. "No! I'm not leaving her! SOMEBODY GET SOME HELP!"
Marcus sighed and looked at Mindy, knowing that she would have to talk some sense into him. With a nod, she pulled Chris off Angelina and slapped him across the face. "Oww! What'd you do that for?!" He snapped.
Mindy rolled her eyes. "I didn't even slap you that hard, so man the fuck up! The only way Angelina's gonna make it through this is if we calm down and take her to the hospital."
"Already on it," Marcus reached into his pocket and took out his phone. At this point, all he could do was hope that they'd get there in time.
(Angelina's POV)
I could hear a faint bleeping sound coming from somewhere nearby. I gradually opened my eyes and blinked several times. Everything was blurred. Once my vision returned, I realized that I was in the hospital, again. With a groan, I sat up and touched my stomach, feeling the stitches I now had. My arms were still covered with cuts and bruises and I'm pretty sure my face was too.
Pulling the covers away, I swung my legs out of bed and attempted to stand. I stumbled towards the bathroom nearby. Gripping the edges of the white marble sink, I stared at myself in the mirror. My face had been marred with bruises, my nose was now bandaged with gauze, and I was also sporting a split lip.
My eyes filled with tears and as I took in my appearance. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in attempt to calm down.
"Well, hello beautiful!" I jumped, hearing a familiar voice around me. I quickly turned around, but no one was there.
Slowly, I made my way out of the bathroom. From the dark corner of the room a figure appeared. I froze as I stared at the man before me. He was tall, slim, and broad shouldered. He wore a purple and green suit and his eyes were smeared with black. A cruel red grin played across his pale white face, dragging across his cheeks as though it were never ending. I had seen 'The Dark Knight' about a million times, plus I read a lot of 'Batman' comics so I automatically recognized him. The Clown Prince of Crime was in my room.
"The Joker…" I whispered, rubbing my eyes. I was hoping to God that these painkillers were just fucking with me and that once my opened my eyes he would be gone. He wasn't.
"Yours truly."
"What do you want?" My voice cracked slightly. He walked towards me until he was only inches away. He said nothing as he studied me with his eyes. I scrambled backwards in panic but I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I backed up into the corner and got to my feet.
"Well, since you know who I am, I'm pretty sure you can guess what it is I want…" He began to laugh hysterically at his own words. I don't know which clown I feared more at this point, The Joker or Captain Spaulding. "I thought Batman had you locked up," I replied through gritted teeth.
"He did, but I escaped!"
"Then it's only a matter of time before he puts you back in there where you belong, you fucking freak!"
The Joker's knee collided with my stomach, hard enough to break my stitches. I fell to the ground and clutched my stomach as blood started to stain my gown. "Now, that's not a very ladylike thing to say, don't you think?" He smiled down at me.
"I don't do ladylike," I replied, acidly. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me upward. Then he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. I searched his eyes for a shred of mercy, but instead I felt him bring his blade to my face. Cold, hard steel brushed my lips as he stared at me. Then, he pulled the blade close to his own face and smiled wickedly.
"Do you wanna know how I got these?" He ran his blade lightly across his scars.
"I already know," I gulped. He frowned a bit. "What a shame, I was really looking forward to telling you. Oh well!"
My eyes darted to a glass vase nearby, which had some very beautiful lilacs in it. Dave, Mindy, or Chris must've set them there when I was asleep. The Joker noticed what I was about to do and grabbed my face with one hand and dangled the blade in front of my eyes.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you….." he pressed the blade against my throat as his eyes met my terrified ones.
He dragged the blade down my gown. A sadistic smile crept across his face as he pierced the fabric and sliced a line down it, stopping just below my breasts. He threw me on the floor again and sat on top of me, pinning me down with his weight.
Without warning, a searing pain tore into my chest as he dragged the blade across my skin. I screamed and thrashed in agony, my fists hitting the floor repeatedly. His cruel laugh filled the air as he brought his blade downward and dragged it into a curve.
He then got off me and smiled gleefully, obviously proud of his work. He clapped his hands together and cackled, applauding himself for his malicious accomplishment.
The pain was excruciating and my anger was rising. Enraged, I raised my fist and threw it towards his face. He grabbed my wrist and threw me on the bed. "Now, let's put a smile on that beautiful face of yours…"
"STOP! STOP! PLEASE!" I screamed as he forced his weight on top of me, rendering me unable to move.
He forced my mouth open with one hand and slipped the blade against the corner of my lips with the other. Tears streamed down my face as he pressed it harder into my mouth. "Don't worry, it'll only hurt a little bit…. Heh! Who am I kidding? This is going to hurt a lot."
I let out a piercing scream as his blade ripped into my flesh, and he laughed maniacally as he did it. Blood spilled over my face as he dug deeper into my skin. I closed my eyes as he took the blade out and moved it to the other side of my mouth. "Shh. It's okay, I'm almost done," he soothed. He licked his own scars before grabbing my jaw and continuing. I screamed, I thrashed, I did everything I could to try to get him off me, but it was useless; he was too strong. Besides, the damage was already done. I started to choke as my mouth filled with more blood.
He put the knife back into his pocket and looked at me. I stared into his cold black eyes, unable to move, unable to scream,unable to anything. He grinned. "There, much better." He threw his head back and began to laugh hysterically once more. All I could hear was his sadistic laughter as my vision became blurry. The room began to spin and everything began to fade to black….
I jolted awake, gasping for air and drenched in a cold sweat. The heart monitor raced I searched the room frantically, expecting the Joker to be looming over me ready to pounce, but he was nowhere in sight. It was only a nightmare I sighed, my breathing slowly steadying. I sat up and glanced over at Dave, Mindy and Chris, who had been asleep in chairs, were now awake as well. I must've woken them up.
"Angelina, are you okay?! Holy shit, you're shaking!" Chris ran over to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
I tried to speak but know words came out, I was still traumatized by the fucked up dream I just had. "Angelina you have to calm down alright? Just breathe," Mindy said calmly.
I nodded slowly and took a deep breath. "Alright. The reason why I'm scared shitless is because I just had a dream where I met the Joker. He engraved his initial into my chest and cut my mouth wide open!"
"Jesus…" Dave whispered as he ran a hand through his hair.
"If I had to guess, you're psychoanalyzing Ralph and what he did to you. Ralph and the Joker are both psychotic bastards who enjoy torture and seeing others in pain. Fucked up dreams like this are usually a sign of post-traumatic stress disorder," Mindy sighed.
"Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse…." I mumbled.
Chris shook his head and sighed. "I'm not surprised. My uncle truly is evil…" he let his voice trail off.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. I looked up at the doorway. Standing there in normal clothes was Marty. Whoa, he'd definitely been hitting the gym since the last time I saw him. "Hey, how are you feeling?"
"I've been better, but I'll live." I replied. My eyes darted to Chris and I could tell that he really needed to talk to me, alone. I cleared my throat. "Hey um, do you guys mind giving Chris and I a few minutes alone…"
"Sure," Mindy nodded. I knew she wanted to make a snide comment about me getting her, Dave, and Marty out of the room so Chris and I could have sex, but she decided not to. Probably because she knew my injuries prevented me from doing so.
After they left, I looked at Chris. I studied his face and saw that he looked… slightly annoyed. I already knew it was because I refused to let him take me to the hospital sooner. "Look, I know you're angry…"
"I'm not angry, just fucking irritated," he mumbled.
"I was only doing what I had to do…."
"And look at how well that worked out. Uncle Ralph and Gigante still got away and we almost got killed trying to stop them…. You almost gave me a goddamn heart attack when you passed out, Angelina…."
As much as I hated to admit it, he was right and for once I wasn't gonna let my pride get the best of me. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly, and I just wanted him to suffer for what he did to me. I felt the same way after your dad's goons gave me that beating…"
He winced a bit. "…. Don't remind me, I still feel like a dick for just sitting there next to my dad and watching it online…."
"I know," I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to me. My lips touched his softly and he hovered over me as I leaned back. He deepened the kiss, which also caused my bottom lip to sting slightly. "Ow," I muttered.
"Shit, sorry," he chuckled a bit and intertwined his hand with mine.
"Don't be," I smirked and kissed his cheek. He turned around and knelt down by one of the chairs he was sleeping in and pulled something out underneath it, bouquet of red and black roses. "I wanted to give these to you when you were awake…"
I grinned and sniffed them. "They're gorgeous, and they're red and black. What a coincidence."
He smirked. "What can I say, they're badass colors."
I leaned forward and pulled him in for another heart stopping kiss, ignoring the pain in my bottom lip. "Your lip…." He murmured in between kisses.
"I'm fine," I breathed. Snaking my arms around his neck, I deepened the kiss and pulled him on top of me. My fingers traced their way through his raven black hair while his explored my waist. The heart monitor was going so fast now that a nurse entered the room. She laughed and told Chris to leave before he gave me a heart attack. Chris kissed my cheek and told me he'd be back later and he left.
(Dave's POV)
"Look, there's something I've gotta tell you guys…" Marty scratched the back of his neck and shook his head.
I quirked a brow, "what is it dude?" It wasn't uncommon for Marty to get nervous, but I think this is the most nervous I'd ever seen him.
"A few months after you two left New York; I kind of beat Todd up…. And now he has amnesia…."
"What the fuck Marty?! Why would you do that?!" I yelled, causing the nurses to stop and stare at me.
Mindy clenched her fists. "Please tell me that you had a perfectly logical reason for going apeshit on him…." I could tell that she was about ready to beat some sense into Marty if he didn't give her a good explanation.
"I do, I swear! He came over to my place and he looked like he was about ready to start crying any second. I thought he had gotten dumped or rejected or something….." Marty gulped and then looked at me. "Dave, he's the reason why your dad's dead. Chris found out because Todd told him. He tried to justify his actions but I was too busy beating him up to care…"
I wanted nothing more than to beat Todd into a coma but I couldn't. I couldn't beat him up over something he had zero knowledge of. "What does he remember exactly?"
"Well, after he woke up he told me that he was still in love with Hit Girl. I think it's safe to say that he's lost all memory of everything that happened after that…"
"So, you killed him without killing him. You basically hit Todd's 'Control Alt Delete,'" Mindy stated.
Marty nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. Um, should we tell him who we really are?…."
I shook my head. "Absolutely not. He's already proven that he can't keep his mouth shut."
"….. Good point."
We spent some time with Todd over the next couple days, he was still fanboying about how much he loved Hit Girl and that was still going to save himself for her. I could tell that Mindy wanted nothing more than to give him a knuckle sandwich just to shut him up. As much as I wanted to enjoy hanging out with Todd, I still felt very betrayed by him. If he hadn't been such a blabbermouth, my dad would still be alive.
"Something on your mind?" Mindy asked as we entered the safe house. We'd decided to suit up and go on patrol after we'd left Todd's.
"Nope, nothing at all," I lied, pulling my costume out of the closet.
Mindy shook her head. "Bullshit. Look Dave, I know you're still mad at him, and you have every right to be..."
Pulling my shirt over my head, I sighed. "I still can't believe he did that. I know Todd's not the brightest bulb in the box but I never thought he'd be stupid enough to spill the beans about my dad…"
Mindy took her costume out of the closet and set it on a desk nearby. Then she walked back over to me. "Well if he ever does get his memories back, that's one mistake that'll haunt him for the rest of his life and he'll do everything in his power to get you to forgive him."
"Well he might as well save his breath because I will never forgive him," I replied bitterly.
(3RD PERSON POV)
Todd blinked a bit once he saw Dave and Mindy enter a building. He couldn't help but notice that Dave was acting a little weird towards him before he left so he decided to follow him. He hid behind the far right side of the building so they wouldn't spot him. He felt wrong for spying on them but he also had to know why Dave was acting this way. Although Todd had amnesia, he had a feeling that he must've done something pretty fucked up because Dave looked like he wanted nothing more than to storm out of his house and never look back.
About a half hour later, he saw two people come out of the building. He narrowed his eyes and gasped. It was Kick Ass and Hit Girl! Then the realization hit him, his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend were Kick Ass and Hit Girl.
"HOLY SHIT!" He blurted out before quickly ducking behind the wall. Unfortunately for him, they heard and most likely saw him.
Todd gulped as they approached him. Dave just shook his head and sighed and Mindy threw her arms in the air in frustration. "Fuck it!" She yelled.
"I can't believe you two are superheros! This is fucking amazing!" Todd said excitedly, jumping up and down like a typical annoying fanboy.
"Just shut the hell up and get inside!" Mindy said through gritted teeth. Still grinning like an idiot, Todd nodded and ran inside. Dave looked at Mindy and sighed. "Well, he knows. He must've followed us. What are we gonna do?"
Mindy rubbed her fingers against her temple, obviously trying to think of a way to handle the situation. "There's only one thing we can do, tell him that if he blabs to anyone we'll make sure he spends the rest of his life eating food through a tube."
"Yeah, that oughta keep him quiet." Dave mumbled. All he could do is this point was hope that Todd would keep his big mouth shut this time.