"Are you sure about this?" Todd asked with skepticism, looking down from the rooftop Irene had brought him to.
She nodded, "Damn sure."
As the dinner talk had shifted into something else entirely, Irene had dared her date to prove that he wasn't a pussy, which ultimately led them paying early and heading up for the first tall building they could find - which as luck would have it was an apartment building, brimming with families of all backgrounds and ethnicities. That fact only made him want to back out even more, but she had dared him, and it was just the rule of the world that you couldn't ignore a dare.
Taking a deep breath as if prepping him for some extreme sport like bungee jumping or deep-sea diving, Todd closed his eyes as he stepped up to the concrete railing, hands scuffing against the rough material. Just do it - be brave! If an eleven year-old girl could face D'Amico's goons and survive, then he could do this! Opening his eyes as he filled his lungs with the biting air of an even more harsh city, preparing to let it all out, he saw that Irene was smiling at him, nodding in encouragement. It felt kind of nice to have someone in his corner, backing him up, even if it was for something like this...
"Chris D'Amico has a small penis!"
Obviously neither of them knew if that was true or not, but since the boy had just kind of vanished overnight - mere hours after the fire that had supposedly claimed his father's life - it was inevitable that a name once revered as a type of bogyman would become belittled for cheap laughs, and apparently family wasn't out-of-bounds. Knowing how much her friend liked Chris, Irene did feel somewhat bad for it, but not enough to let it ruin her night.
"The D'Amico's suck!" A couple of birds on the next roof flew off, feathers ruffled at being disturbed as they tried to rest up for the coming morning. Todd chuckled, amused and impressed that she could belt it out louder than he could. "I used to baby-sit." She explained, turning a serious matter into a joke, "but apparently despite the job title, you can't actually sit on the kids. I went through about four families before I figured that out."
He nodded, "Good to know."
"Yeah..."
Neither really noticed, but between disturbing molecules of heat and chuckling at each other, they had grown quite close. If you looked, it seemed as their bodies were attached to slow-moving magnets, as they were getting closer and closer, and...
This scene is inspired by the movie "Take Me Home Tonight". Hi, I'm Barry, the dancer.
Yes, I am that evil. Mwahaha!
Kick-Ass is the property of Mark Millar and John Romita Jr. Irene Wallis is mine.