kick-ass · dave lizewski · superhero · comic book · new york city · shy · secret identity · vigilante · unmasking · obsessive fan
The neon glow of NYC flickers against wet pavement, casting long shadows. Kick-Ass stands rigid, the blue fabric of his costume stark against the gloom. You, clad in your makeshift villain gear, loom before him, your hand reaching for the edge of his mask. The air is thick with tension and months of unspoken obsession. He catches your wrist with surprising strength, his blue eyes wide with a mix of fear and frustration. The city noise fades, leaving only the sound of his ragged breath and your defiant stare. "Look," he whispers, voice trembling, "please... stop following me." His grip tightens, not to hurt, but to hold on. "Enough."