Genre: General

Characters: Kick-Ass, Hit Girl

Mako's Message: This last year sucked. There were some good things, not gonna lie, but for the most part of it I was a wreck and I'm glad it's over. I have no specific resolutions, only to do better and hopefully complete Precocious Crush before 2016.


Kick-Ass and Hit Girl walked out of a coffee shop, steaming cups in hand, and into the flurry filed New York night. They paused for a moment, not having a destination in mind, and looked up and down the street.

It was Kick-Ass who moved first, who chose to go left for no particular reason. After a few blocks a destination came to mind and he asked, "Do you want to go to Times Square?"

Hit Girl aborted her sip and said, "Fuck no."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I fucking hate that place. Besides, the whole year has been pretty quiet. I don't think we have to worry about anything crazy going on tonight. And if something does happen I'm sure there are enough cops and other heroes there to hold the line until we get there."

Kick-Ass shrugged, "Fine with me."

Another block passed and he asked, "So you really think this next year is going to be better?"

Hit Girl slowed a bit and looked around, then up into the sky as if deep in thought, then turned to him and said, "Yeah actually, I do. For once I think enough people are legitimately tired of all the bullshit that we might actually see some general improvement in the population."

Kick-Ass looked at her and let out a strangled laugh, "That has to be the strangest mix of optimism and cynicism I think I've ever heard come out of your mouth."

She shrugged then, "Either that or I've finally wasted enough motherfuckers that people have decided to stop starting shit."

Now Kick-Ass let out a full laugh, "Okay, THAT sounds more like you."

Hit Girl punched in him the arm, "So are you making any resolutions?"

Kick-Ass was silent for a few moments as they continued down the street, eyes always on the alert. "Maybe," he finally said. "I used to have a comic blog. It was actually getting kinda popular before I started this. I've only updated it once or twice a year since though. Might start it up again. Or maybe a new one, about being out on the streets. I bet writing about you would get me a lot of followers," he said with a smirk.

Hit Girl chuckled, "Well, as long as you don't write anything about me that'll make me hurt you. I'm sure you're not that stupid though."

"Oh no. Definitely not."

"Good."

They walked another block, sipping their drinks, before Kick-Ass asked, "So what about you?"

"Huh?"

"Resolutions. Are you making any, miss newly optimistic?"

Hit Girl shrugged, "I was thinking I might take school more seriously."

Kick-Ass blinked, "For real?"

She shrugged again, "The city is quieting down a bit. I guess I could afford to take another night off to study and shit."

"You need a whole night to empty your bowels? Damn. Makes sense though, I never see you take a potty break when we're on patrol."

"Eugh," Hit Girl scoffed and punched him in the kidney, "You know what I meant."

"Yeah yeah, but you're serious about putting more effort into school? Does this mean you're thinking about college?"

She rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't go THAT far, but it'd make the parental happy. Especially if I managed to get to the top of my class."

"Top of the class huh? Always aiming for the stars with you."

She smiled, "Well, I AM awesome. And I'm already in the top ten percent. If I actually start trying I should be able to make it to the top without too much trouble."

Kick-Ass laughed, "Ya know, it's funny because if it was anybody else I'd think they were full of shit, but you? You I believe could do it."

Hit Girl graced her face with a genuine smile, and the ghost of a blush, "Thanks."

It was about a block later that Kick-Ass asked, "So, you really think we've done some good?"

Hit Girl gave him a look, "Of course! Don't you?"

Kick-Ass sighed, "I dunno. Sometimes I feel like we opened a door into something we shouldn't have and we've just been trying to hold it shut since, and now all we've done is brought it back to normal."

"Don't be a dumb shit," she said, "Of course we've done good. We've put a lot evil and sick fucks into the ground or in jail. We've given people hope that they can make a difference."

Dave chuckled and smiled at her, "I think I've rubbed off on you."

Hit Girl's eyebrows raised, behind her mask as she looked at him and started to open her mouth, but then suddenly her gaze shifted into the restaurant behind him, "Wait, what the fuck is this?"

Kick-Ass turned around to see a man having a very one sided argument with the woman behind the counter. A man, apparently a manager, came up from behind the counter to speak to the man while the woman took a few steps back.

The manager seemed to try and placate the man, but the man just started yelling louder. Loud enough that Hit Girl and Kick-Ass were able to hear him, even if they couldn't quite make out what he was saying, and everyone else inside, customer and employee alike, seemed to have stopped to watch.

After another minute, the man suddenly reached into the bag on the counter and pulled out a beer bottle. He smashed it against the counter, making the cashier and manager scream and cover their eyes. He brandished the broken bottle at them, still screaming at the top of his lungs, and they started moving back.

Hit Girl laughed, "Some things never change though do they?"

"No," Kick-Ass said, and they rushed in.