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Mindy was woken up by a rough shake, something she was really hoping wouldn't become a regular occurrence. She looked up to see a tall red haired woman. "Who the hell are you?"

"Mindy, it's me, Miranda...Night Bitch."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't recognize you with so many clothes on."

She smiled and shook her head, "I have to go to work. Do you need anything?"

"No", Mindy said half asleep.

"Just stay here, okay?"

She nodded sleepily, she was up for much of the night, keeping an eye out the window for anything suspicious. Miranda didn't want to leave her alone but she didn't have much choice. She was in such a hurry that she forgot to tell Mindy what she had that she could use. She was already out the door but went right back in, "Uh…There's some yogurt in the fridge, not much in the freezer. You can use my body wash and shampoo. So, don't be shy." She was just about to leave for real.

"Miranda", she held her gaze with Mindy, "Thank you." She smiled and waved goodbye, she felt good about having her there, she knew it was the right thing to do. Mindy was grateful for her kindness, she had been on the run for so long, she had no one to trust but herself. She decided to take a shower, it had been a long time since she used a bathroom that wasn't at a gym. She had a hot shower and toweled off. As she was drying her hair she caught her reflection in the mirror, she saw how angry she looked, sadness in her face; she wasn't herself, something was missing. She hadn't suited up as Hit Girl in what felt like forever, she didn't feel like herself, she was more Mindy now than she was Hit Girl. She hid her costume along with her motorcycle across town, it would be risky going out for it in broad daylight, there was no telling who she'd run into, her face was all over TV and plastered on 'Most Wanted' lists across the country. "I'll have to play this whole homeless girl thing a bit more seriously. A cop could give a shit about another teen on the street" she thought, seriously considering venturing out. "Forgive me, Miranda. But I've got to do this."

She slid her street clothes on and opened Miranda's window, she would try to get back as fast as humanly possible, maybe a little quicker than that. She assured herself that nothing would happen while she was gone. Her hood up, she climbed down four floors without anyone noticing her; she blended perfectly into the sea of people on their cellphones walking the busy streets that cold morning. She kept her head down, she had to make it there and back without the slightest chance of detection. No eye contact with anyone. She walked five blocks, she was ready to head into a back alley when two police cars came to a screeching halt right in front of her. She stopped dead in her tracks, she didn't want to make any sudden movements, maybe this was the end of the line. Two cops got out of the vehicles and ran right past her, it turned out there were two drunken and disorderly men arguing, they didn't give her a second glance. It was at that moment that Mindy realized she wanted to get caught, maybe she didn't want to run any more, turn herself in once and for all. She would have to think about that later, right now she had to focus on the mission at hand.

Luckily she put everything in a spot no junkie or homeless person would get into, a dark corner that smelled like cat piss and rotten meat, she had to cover her nose and mouth. She would come back for the motorcycle, she took her bag of belongings and got out of there. She was in such a hurry running to the nearest street she didn't notice she was about to bump into someone.

"Careful, you little shit," A tall, probably 6 ft. gangster-like gentleman said looking down at the young girl's partially covered face. "And look into taking a bath or something, jeez!" He wandered off. Mindy kept an eye on him as he crossed the street and met and talked to a muscular looking dude; she wondered if he could be the one that gave Miranda the warning, he looked creepy enough. She got back to Miranda's apartment, she climbed up a different window, something that would attract the least bit of attention, it wasn't like that many people would really notice her any way though. Once inside she decided to take another shower after smelling like cat piss. It was all worth it to get her Hit Girl costume back, even if it only meant wearing it inside of the apartment. She suited up and checked herself in the mirror, it was like old times. "Welcome back!"

She couldn't really train or practice anything in Miranda's place, it wasn't big enough and she wasn't too sure if the neighbors would hear her jumping and running around. She sat on the couch and watched TV, it was boring but at least she felt more comfortable now that she looked more like herself. Miranda came home several hours later, Mindy hopped up from the couch as soon as she came through the door.

"Mindy?"

"Hit Girl!"

"Ok...", she sniffed the air, it didn't occur to Mindy that the costume needed to be cleaned. "Wait. Did you leave?"

"What? Well..."

"Mindy..."

"I know, I should have been watching your place, but no one was coming by and..."

"I don't care about that, what if the police saw you? Someone could have recognized you and turned you in!"

"But they didn't, it was easy. Look, I'm sorry, I'll be more careful."

"You should only go out at night. At least you're not as visible."

"Are you going out tonight?"

"Probably not. I'm kind of tired."

"I'll stay up late tonight. Keep a closer eye on things."

"I'm really glad you're here", Miranda smiled. She did something that Mindy wasn't expecting, hug her, she hadn't experienced human affection in so long.

"Yeah, well, you seem pretty tough. I'm sure no one will fuck with the both of us here."

"I hope you like Chinese. I didn't feel like cooking", she said showing her a bag she had of takeout.

"Fine by me."

Miranda told her she could guard her room, at least keep her company. She sat out on the fire escape, right out Miranda's window, it was strangely cold that night. Miranda caught her shivering outside, she couldn't help but feel guilty leaving her out there all night. "Mindy!" She didn't respond, her back was to her, Miranda rolled her eyes, she knew why, "Hit Girl!" Mindy instantly turned around to hear her demands. "It's freezing, why don't you sleep in my bed tonight?" Mindy wasn't sure about sharing the bed, but she was getting cold; she stepped inside and closed the window, Miranda watched as she slipped out of costume and crawled into bed, she wasn't left with that much to wear, she had no pajamas.

"Ah! You're freezing!", Miranda cried, feeling her ice like arm touch hers.

"Sorry!", Mindy said trying to situate herself under the blankets.

Some time passed, neither of them could sleep, that's when Mindy decided to get her opinion on something, something that had been bugging her ever since she traveled outside of the apartment. "What if I turn myself in?"

Instead of asking why she would do that, Miranda said, "It's your call. But, just think about what you've done, what you can do."

"I hurt a lot of people. A lot I know had it coming but still..."

"You took care of a lot of bad people. You and Kick-Ass inspired me to do the same."

"But you want to help people. I can't really say I've exactly helped that many people."

"I'd say you have."

"Tell it to the judge. I'm a vigilante. No one trusts a vigilante."

"I do", Miranda smiled, trying to cheer her up.

"I guess you're just as bad as me then", she laughed.

"I want to get some sleep. Can we talk more about this in the morning?"

"Sure", Mindy yawned, she evntually dosed off. She never had an older woman in her life, no one to look up to but her father and Marcus. A female role model would be nice, she didn't really know that much about Miranda, she wanted to learn more, she wasn't even sure why she wanted to fight crime, she looked like the last person to be doing that. She lied on her side and felt arms wrap around her, Miranda was fast asleep and was instinctively holding her close like a pillow or stuffed animal. She had a tight grip around her, Mindy was to sleepy to care.

To Be Continued...