So now Dave knew that he wasn't alone, not really, because there were others out there: heroes - or in the case of Big Daddy and Hit Girl, the number-one consumer of kleenex thought that the term 'Badass Mother Fuckers' fit much better - existed in real life, defending the innocent. Well, when he first saw Hit Girl, that wasn't the very first thought in his mind, especially when she dispatched every last soul in that room apart from his own, but after they had come to him and set the record straight (making sure that they could trust him), their purpose became clear enough. But soon, the city began filling up with individuals in all manner of strange attire...

But there was one guy that was even stranger than the clothes he wore. He called himself Red Mist, and though he wore a mask, Dave would've hazarded a guess that he wasn't too much older than himself, possibly a senior in high school or collage age. Anyways, Red Mist was an even bigger overnight sensation than Kick-Ass had been, and while he wasn't in it for the recognition, it was safe to say that Dave was jealous, because the way that the media was trying to spin it, Red Mist was the first super to go public. That was fucking bullshit, and it didn't help any that his friends - particularly Katie - were all cooing over this dilweed! Sure, technically he had caught some big-name criminal, and that was hugely admirable, but Dave didn't see his ass getting beaten to a fuckin' pulp! Yet, having said all of that, he actually wasn't such a bad guy.

While there hadn't been a lot of action when the male duo had pounded the pavement (so to speak), they had gone out on patrol a couple of times now, and it was actually kind of fun to hang out with Red Mist, despite the fact that he was a fairly hardcore pothead. In fact, Dave was looking forward to the night more than ever before. Red Mist, on the same token, was also looking forward to hanging out with Kick-Ass, but for an entirely different reason...

Seated in the Mist Mobile, Chris pulled up outside of some rinky old building slated for demolition. Kick-Ass had told him to meet him there that night - he gave him credit that the kid was smart enough to always change up their meeting places - and like always, he had arrived early to case the area, to make note of any and all features of interest and importance. But tonight, he wasn't nearly as early as he might have hoped, because the green-clad hero was already outside, waiting for him.

"Red Mist!" Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as ever, Kick-Ass waved at his friend as he walked up to the car and slid inside the passenger seat, "What's up, man?"

Hiding the glare he so longed to throw at the other boy, Chris faked a smile that could have fooled his own mother as he let him into the vehicle, "Eh, just got into another fight with my girlfriend." His face darkened as he thought of Emily and their latest altercation, "Be happy you don't have one."

Chris had mentioned Emily a couple of times, not by name of course, but she had come up in their conversations. They had been fighting a lot more than usual lately - mostly it had to do with her going back to Vermont so she could spend time with her sick mother, but this time it was about his Red Mist persona. She wanted to be his side-kick, claiming that it was to keep all the groupies at bay, which he did partially believe, but he swore that she had an ulterior motive, which was to meet Kick-Ass. To fuck him. Fucking cheating whore.

Unaware of the specifics, Kick-Ass only knew that they were fighting almost every other day. That probably sucked, but at least he had a girlfriend. "I don't know about that..."

"Bitches aren't all they're cracked up to be." Emily really was it for him, but the way she was, he might has well have had a couple different girlfriends between her sexual mood-swings.

Dave looked over at him sideways, eyes just a tad bit wider than normal, but Red Mist just blamed the blunt he had lit as they sped down 89th Street for that, "You have many girlfriends? Or are you more the one-girl-for-me type? I'm probably more the Peter Parker type, just waiting for my Mary-Jane."

Please, this fucker was so Peter Parker, in so many ways. Granted, he himself was so Bruce Wayne, but the quantity of pussy he brought in was probably closer to Superman with his one lady love, Lois Lane. But Kick-Ass didn't need to know that. "Pft, I am so the Tony Stark to your Parker."

"So are you the comic, solo Stark, or the Robert Downy Jr. version, committed to his Pepper Potts?" It was a fairly backwards way of asking if he thought that it was going to work out long-term with Emily. And rather nosy...

Young Mr. Genovese didn't have the answer to that, because he had been with Emily for what felt like forever now, but they weren't even close to being in their twenties yet. Sure, he loved her, and more than being the perfect woman for him (one that actually understood him and would gladly tailor her entire existence to fit his own), his dad approved of her (and he had from the very beginning, which was really important to Chris), but was that really enough? They'd probably crumble without the other, but did he really see a future with her?

What the fuck was this, Oprah or some shit?! "She's Batman Forever, not necessarily Batman and Robin."

Lizewski knew exactly what he meant, at least, he thought that he did; Red Mist's girlfriend, whoever she was, was the right now girl, the main squeeze for this movie, but just like they swapped Kilmer for Clooney, her place wasn't set. She wasn't Chris O'Donnell's Robin. Or maybe unlike Nicole Kidman's Chase Meridian, her place would dwindle down to what Elle Macpherson's Julie Madison suffered. Either way, Red Mist wasn't one hundred percent with his girlfriend...

Suspicious, Chris glanced over at him sideways, eyes narrowed, "Why?" Little shit better not be thinking of trying to steal his Kool-Aid!

"No reason..." But that wasn't entirely true...

But did Hit Girl really kill them all? After watching the first movie a million more times, I noticed that when Frank and Joe are talking about that night, they mention that only FOUR died at "that kid Rasul's place". Four. Now I didn't stop to count how many you see Hit Girl take out (yet), but it was sure as shit more than four, and that's not even counting the tart in the red dress. Now maybe only four of those guys were on Frank's payroll, I admit that, but to me, just for the average viewer's sake, they (being Matthew Vaughn and who ever else might make these kinds of decisions) really should have either just switched the names around, or given a higher number. And on that same note, did anyone else notice that the other guy they hit was "Sal"? Probably not what I'm thinking, but I wonder if the very same "Sal" they supposedly killed was our born-again leader of Justice Forever? Unlikely, but its not like they specify when he was saved, or even what did make him change his tune. I'm just saying. Geographically speaking, I'm not sure if 89th street is a place in New York that would be likely to see Kick-Ass or Red Mist, but I do know that its in New York... The point is, I don't know how locationally accurate this story is. And as far as Kick-Ass and Red Mist go, I'd like to think that they got to chill for more than just that one night, so I'm pushing the fire back some. And as far as they go as a pairing, I'm not really sure where I stand, but I wouldn't be too surprised if something were to happen between the two... Normally, I wouldn't give something like that up, but I know that some peeps don't like that kind of stuff, so I figured I'd be nice this one time and warn you guys, just in case.

Oh, and an irony I noticed between their little chat is that neither of their love interests are redheads. lol.

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Kick-Ass is the property of Mark Millar and John Romita Jr. Emily Vela is mine. Knight too.