Notes: I actually did write an entire chapter, then deleted it because I was unhappy with it, so hopefully this'll be better for you guys... If you're interested in reading the previous chapter PM me, I'll possibly recycle it and include it later on, or as a one-shot. Sorry this isn't longer, just needed to get it flowing, the next chapter will be really long I promise!

Chapter Two

I looked in the mirror, and just grinned. Flexing my arms, I laughed as I focused on just how tight my costume was on me now, having continued working out, even without fighting crime every night, I'd managed to do quite well, If I do say so myself. I was ready. Like seriously ready for anything tonight, absolutely anything!

I couldn't keep the smile from my face as I headed out, stumbling from my back garden, so no one saw where I emerged from. It was surprisingly early for me to be out and about as Kick-Ass, even in the old days I never came out this early. But I was excited tonight. I'd left just after my shift at work, casually keeping things normal, and you know what? It really did feel amazing to be wearing my kick-ass costume again. I'd given up wearing the mask after Mindy left, and I'll be honest with you, I didn't expect to be wearing it again so soon. Sure I kept working out, just in case she came back, but it felt so impossible you know? Like she wasn't ever going to come back? It seemed so pointless and redundant going out and trying to fight crime… Without her, without my Hit-Girl, the Batman to my Robin.

I really don't know what it was stopping me going out, I mean I did it plenty of times before I met her, many, many, times. But it felt different now. There wasn't any crime in the city anymore, not after what happened with the Motherfucker, people knew not to mess with us, or more importantly me. Heroes were long forgotten in the streets now, most of them disbanding after Mindy disappeared, and I stopped, what with none of them having much, if any actual fighting experience. Most ended up in hospital like me the first time I went out as Kick-Ass, and instead of facing it head on again, they gave up.

In all seriousness though, the thrill of wearing the mask again was fucking amazing. I'd honestly forgotten what it felt like, going out, not as Dave… But as Kick-Ass! I really felt like I could serious kick some ass!

The streets were bustling, so many people, even though it was dark… It was a Friday night after all, plenty of civilians about… I tried not to draw too much attention to myself of course, but you know, in this kind of outfit it's quite hard… I just hoped Mindy would recognize me, I never wore my new outfit around her… I made a new one not long after she left, but I never went out crime fighting in it. I suppose the colors helped though, the screams of 'Kick-Ass!' and 'Hey man welcome back!' showed people knew who I was to say the least.

Climbing up onto the rooftops, I hoped to try and spy out Mindy, or should I say Hit-Girl? I just hoped I'd find her… The instructions she gave were unusually vague, even for her! I knew she'd find me if I didn't find her though. She found out where I lived with little to no effort for god's sake! (Sorry Colonel Stars, shouldn't take the gods name in vain…)

It was a few hours, just me walking about, before I started having doubts. I'd already gone through two hot dogs and a few sodas and don't get me wrong, I was having fun, but really, I only came out to see her, no other reason… Except to have a bit of fun in my costume, but I'd had that! I was ready to see her now, and I felt helpless in that all I could do was wait.

Then I saw something, a blur, a flash or purple… And more importantly screaming. I ran. Ran faster than even I knew my legs could catch me. Then I heard screams. I clambered up the metallic fire escape from the side of the nearby building and jumped to and from, before landing at the source of the screams.

'Kick-Ass! Please! Kick-Ass! Help!' The voice came again, but upon hearing it I crashed to a halt as I jumped a rooftop, and stumbled upon something particularly gruesome, even by my standards, and I'd seen some pretty fucked up things by this point. There right in front of me was a girl, wearing a pathetic attempt of a Hit-Girl outfit, impaled to the side of a building, a sign next to her reading 'Welcome Back.'

I had no time to think, as the explosion rocketed around me, and the building fell from beneath my feet, she wasn't Hit-Girl, Hit-Girl never messaged me, but that meant one thing. Someone knew Hit-Girl's real identity, and the email also confirmed someone also knew mine. And they used that one flaw to trick me… They succeeded.

I blacked out.