From the very first time she had seen his video on YouTube, Mindy had been enamored with the one guy with balls enough to stand-up for what he thought was right - sure, he might have gotten his ass knocked down repeatedly and without mercy, but he refused to budge, and that single-minded determination to do the right thing was the most appealing thing that she had ever seen before. When they were able to meet for the first time, it was quite the pleasant surprise for her. Basically that was it for her; As much of a pussy as he was in comparison, she was kind of glued to the idea of Kick-Ass, even if he was obviously levels below herself. Even as much as her father mocked him, she could tell that he had real potential, possibly even enough to become a better super hero than her own daddy - not that she would ever admit that out loud.

In all honesty - given her sequestered lifestyle - Mindy probably would have latched on to the first putz in pantyhose, regardless of who he was. Sure, had it been Red Mist, she would have seen through his mists of lies and kicked his ass on principle, but there was the very real possibility that they could have developed a very toxic relationship, not unlike Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. She thanked her stars that Red Mist was someone she had met under the most horrendous of circumstances.

Dave didn't say it - well, he didn't really say anything about his time with Red Mist - but she had the suspicion that Red Mist was so totally Kick-Ass' Catwoman. Maybe not romantically (at least Mindy hoped not, seeing as they themselves were working on being a couple), but she definitely had the feeling that Dave would continue to try to save that asshole, even when it was too late, and she was worried that it would cost him his life... But she was probably just reading too many comics...

[After A Night of Orphans Made... ]

Angie Genovese had been at a very exclusive spa in Sweden when everything went down in New York, so not only did it take days for her to even hear of her husband's death, but it took even longer for her to get back home to be with her son in this most trying time. For whatever it was worth, some part of her did care something for John, but mostly she was concerned for Chris, since he was so close to his father. And by that, Javier was the one concerned about the teenager, and his niece, since her father had also been counted amongst the dead...

"Chris...?" Emily stood in the doorway of John's old office, gazing around at the room, eyes not immediately recognizing the orange-clad, oni-like figure sitting in the chair, "What are you doing?" Seeing anyone sitting there but John was just wrong, even if it was Chris. Had Javier gotten back yet, he probably would have agreed with her.

It was next to impossible to grasp the fact that they had both lost their fathers in the same assault; that only days ago, John had been talking to her about something very important, something pertaining to his son; that she would never be able to make peace with her own father. It was so much more difficult to endure than anything else before, and since that gory night of blood, Chris had become like a monk or something, saying nothing as he was locked deep within his own head. It was so lonely, so empty in that apartment, and everywhere you turned, there was some reminder of what had been lost...

He spun around in the chair so that he was no longer facing the window, but looking at Emily, the gun barrel pointed right at her heart, "You said before that you wanted to be my side-kick... Is that offer still good?"

In everything that had happened, Emily had almost forgotten how just days ago she had begged to become Red Mist's sidekick, so she could actually see her boyfriend out in the field at work. And have more immediate sex. Red Mist had paid her a couple of visits that ended in him busting a nut, but that was after his shifts of pissing away time with Kick-Ass.

Cocking her head at the strange timing of his costumed alter ego (heroes had killed their fathers, so why in the fuck would he still want to be one?!), Emily walked across the room - making note that everything had been put back into its proper place by the cleaning crews - throwing her hands down on the desk in a dramatic manner. "Always." Smirking at him as she put everything together, Emily skirted the desk and stood by Chris' side, wrapping her hands around his shoulders, "What did you have in mind?"

"Revenge."

So first things first: Why the crap am I constantly referencing Batman throughout this story? I'm actually not a very big DC fan (that's a complicated situation right there), the universe of Kick-Ass itself is full of more than enough Dark Knight allusions, and as awesome as Batman is, he's not may favorite hero in the world. No, that's a toss-up between Mother Fucker (who is currently in the lead) and Loki. Yes, I realize that they are both villains, but I've always been drawn to the side of evil. Or anti-heroes. Anti-heroes or neutral characters are always badass! Like Deadpool! Anyways, I really don't have an answer, because that was just a rhetorical, explanatory rant. Secondly, the first part of this chapter is actually based off a conversation I had with a good friend of mine. We really have great conversations about Kick-Ass, and she hasn't even read the comics! Third, this was written days ago, around the time of 'The Real You' 's third issue. Finally, this arc is mostly flashback, taking place before the Mother Fucker became the Mother Fucker. I'm only saying this to prevent confusion.

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