Author's Note: For reference: I am treating the events of the first Kick-Ass movie as occurring in 2008 and the events in the subsequent movie, Kick-Ass 2, as occurring in 2013. As far as this story is concerned, Mindy was born at the start of November, 1997 and Dave was born at the end of May, 1993, giving them an age gap of four years and five months. Mindy is currently sixteen and Dave is currently twenty. Also at this point in the story, we are at the end of 2013. Hope that makes some sort of sense and back to the story...

Four days later
Tuesday

I am glad to see the back of this year, it was not the best, except, maybe for the last couple of months!

A lot of shit happened, including Dave's Dad dying. I still feel a bit responsible for that! I know, I shouldn't and I know, Dave does not hold me responsible. I do know, that Dave still feels responsible for my Daddy's death, but I have told him, repeatedly, that he is not responsible. He was taken in, by that evil Red Mist - that fucking bastard shot me three times, three fucking times and the bastard got the fucking drop on me - nobody gets the drop on Hit Girl, nobody. It makes me mad just thinking of that bastard, but it was not Dave's fault.

When you think about it, we make a strange couple, ignoring the age gap. We've both lost our parents and we both rely on each other, as much as is humanly possible. Neither one of us would be alive now, if it weren't for the other. Maybe Marcus is right - I heard what he said about a 'Fucked up, Super Hero Club'. Maybe that's us! The Fucked Up Super Hero Club! Not too far from the truth!

We told Marcus that Dave and I would be spending New Years Eve out on the town, in our combat suits and that we would drop in on him, tomorrow morning. Marcus, actually thought this sounded like a good idea and I was, admittedly, a bit surprised. Marty volunteered to stay at safehouse A and monitor Jack's building and the news services for anything happening around New York, and we would be in constant communication with him.

We said goodbye to Marty and slipped out of the safehouse.

We headed toward the Brooklyn Bridge, keeping to the shadows. It was almost ten thirty at night, so we blended in nicely and it was going to be almost a new moon tonight. As we moved past an alleyway, we heard scuffling and muted voices.

We stopped and went back. I could see two men hovering over another person, lying prone on the ground. Dave had seen them too and I signalled to him, that we would take one each. We both flew down the alley, my left boot hit my target, in the small of the back and he flew forward, cracking his head on the concrete floor of the alley. Dave waited till he was closer to his target and swung a kick that caught the man, in the side of his head, sending him into a dumpster, with a crash. Neither man had a chance to call out and we secured their hands with plastic ties, before checking on the victim.

We both looked down at the woman, who was lying on her back. She was about the same height as me, maybe a few inches taller and she was slender, with fiery red hair. Dave peered closer and closer, before bolting up straight.

"Fuck! Miranda!" Dave breathed.

"Who? You know her?" I asked, incredulously.

"You knew her as Night Bitch," Dave said, sounding pissed.

I remembered that this was the woman Dave had been 'plugging' last summer. Night Whore! I felt jealousy build inside, then I remembered something else; Dave had told me it was just sex, there had been nothing else in it. I instantly felt better and also that this was another Hero, she had fought with us against the Motherfucker and I owed her for that. I knelt down and felt for a pulse, she was alive. I smiled up at Dave and he looked relieved.

"Battle Guy, Kick-Ass. We need an ambulance!" Dave said, giving Marty the location of the alley. "It's Miranda Swedlow, you knew her as Night Bitch!"

"Jesus, Kick-Ass! I'm sorry! Is she OK?" Marty responded.

"She's unconscious," Dave told Marty.

Miranda was moving, she groaned and slowly opened her eyes, they went wide when they saw Dave.

"You're safe, Miranda! It's me, Kick-Ass!" Dave said quietly.

"Dave? Is that you?" Miranda said in astonishment, then saw Mindy. "Hit Girl! Thanks, you saved my life."

Miranda started to get up, but stopped and lay back down.

"Don't worry Dave, your secret is safe," she said quietly. "You getting the Heroes back together? Need help?"

"Maybe," Dave said. "Get yourself better, first."

Miranda fished a card out of her discarded purse and gave it to Dave.

"Call me," she said, hopefully.

We could hear sirens, it was time to go.

"Good luck!" We both said, as we vanished up a fire escape, in time to see an ambulance pull up at the end of the alleyway.

We watched from the rooftop as Miranda was placed into the ambulance, then we turned and walked away.

..._...

"I'm sorry, Mindy. I know what you think of her," Dave said.

"No, Dave, you don't know what I think of her. I don't give a shit that you were fucking her last summer. I know you love me, the other night told me that," I said, feeling me face get very warm.

"Miranda helped us out at the warehouse and I respect her for that, she fought really well." I continued. "You want her to join the team, don't you?"

We really are getting close, we know what each other is thinking.

"Thanks, Mindy, I thought you might react differently and I apologise for thinking that. We could do with extra members. You do remember the 'Justice For Ever' on top of the warehouse, that night? Of them all, Miranda is probably the most capable. You could train her," Dave said, hopefully.

The Fucked Up Super Hero Club!

"Why the hell not!" I replied, smiling at Dave and he smiled back.

We continued our New Year patrol and it seemed the majority of criminals, were out having normal fun, not causing trouble!

By the time it was almost midnight, we had climbed onto a roof top and sat down facing Times Square. We cuddled up together to keep warm and waited for the countdown, Marty was going to feed it directly into our comms.

At thirty seconds we got up.

'Six' - 'Five' - 'Four' - 'Three' - 'Two' - 'One' - 'Happy New Year'!

At 'One' Mindy jumped up into my arms.

Little bitch!

We both yelled, "Happy New Year!" Then I kissed her and she kissed me. I could not have been happier, and by the look of Mindy's face, or what I could see of it outside her mask, she couldn't be happier, either. Her green eyes were sparkling.

"I love you, Mindy, I'm really happy I have you," I said.

"I love you, too, Dave. I'm sorry about all the shit I caused you, last year. I want our next year to be perfect," Mindy said and I could see tears in her eyes, but they were tears of joy.

I dropped Mindy back down onto her feet, she looked unhappy with being put down.

"You normally moan a bucket full, when I pick you up," I said.

"You didn't pick me up, I jumped on you," Mindy replied. "There's a difference!"

Mindy held my hand, as we walked to the roof edge.

"Hey, Battle Guy, Happy New Year," I called over the comms.

"Happy New Year, Hit Girl, Kick-Ass," Marty responded.

"Happy New Year, to you too, Battle Guy," Mindy said.

Mindy then shouted towards New York, "Happy New Year, criminal cunts, fucking enjoy it while you can, we're coming to fucking get ya!"

The next morning
Wednesday

We visited Marcus about ten in the morning and said Happy New Year, before we headed back to the safehouse.

Marty had gone to see his folks, earlier on that morning.

When we got back to safehouse C, we sat down on the couch, feeling exhausted from last night.

"What do you want to do about Miranda? Have you called her?" I asked.

"Not yet," Dave replied. "I'll call her now."

Dave got up and wandered into the kitchen to call Miranda.

I had decided I would let Miranda know who I am. If we are going to work together, we need to trust each other and I felt I could trust Miranda. It would be good to train somebody else. I had offered to train Marty, but he had declined, saying he had done his bit and he didn't want to fight again. But, he said he would provide our technical support, as long as I funded it, as it was apparently a dream of his to do something like this!

Dave came back to the couch.

"She's OK. Just bruises. She asked if we would come over. I said yes."

"Let me get cleaned up first," I said, heading for the shower.

We pulled up outside Miranda's house.

It was nice, a good sized house. I remembered what had happened here, Mother Russia killed ten Cops right on this street. We got out and knocked on the door.

Miranda opened it.

"Hi guys," She said, with a smile.

"Miranda, this is Mindy," I said, pushing Mindy forward. "Mindy, this is Miranda."

"Hi, Miranda, I hope you're feeling better," Mindy said, shaking hands and biting her lip.

"Hi, Mindy, good to meet you, come in, both of you," Miranda responded.

Once the door was shut, she ushered us into the living room.

"Sit down! Coffee?" Miranda asked.

We both said yes.

While Miranda got the coffee, I watched Mindy. She was biting her lip and looking a bit unsure of herself, she was very cute when she was like that.

Miranda placed a tray down on the table and handed Dave a cup.

"Help yourself to sugar and milk," she said and then passed a cup to Mindy. "There you go, Hit Girl!"

Mindy almost dropped the cup, I laughed.

"Mindy, I'm not stupid," Miranda said. "I noticed your body language just now, very similar to when I saw you at the warehouse, plus you're with Dave, like last night. Not that much of a stretch!"

"Okay! I admit it, I'm Hit Girl. You tell anyone..." Mindy growled.

"No problem, Mindy, I kept Dave's secret, I'll keep yours," Miranda said with a smile. "You make a cute couple."

Mindy blushed.

"Dave..." Mindy paused. "And I would like you to join us. You would make four, we also have Battle Guy," Mindy offered.

"That would be great! Getting beaten up by the Motherfucker's Cunts wasn't fun, but what we did at the warehouse, it felt right," Miranda said. "I'm no way as good as you two, but I can learn, I'm athletic."

"I suppose I could train you. I fucking trained Dave, I can train anyone," Mindy teased, with a laugh.

"Ignore her, Miranda, she can be a right bitch sometimes," Dave retorted.

"I'm the bitch, Night Bitch, remember," Miranda said, with a smirk.

I really think Mindy is warming to Miranda.

We could have the makings of a good team here.

Addendum:

1. Okay! I made a slight miscalculation with the ages, which was pointed out in a review. For now I will wave the 'artistic licence' flag, until I have a better solution.

2. I have changed Dave's age from that originally stated above. Yes, he was a bit old for High School, but maybe he needed some extra coaching!