This is based more on the film. I don't own anything that was in the movie or comic book.

Two hours. I had been waiting at the JFK airport for two hours now. I know my dad was a busy man, but really? Two hours! It wasn't until another half hour later that someone had actually shown up. A tough looking man in a suit cautiously approached me.

"Are you Hannah Kelly?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am. Who are you?" I replied hesitantly sizing him up.

"I'm John. Your Father sent me to pick you up. Let's get a move on so we're not late kido," he told me.

He grabbed my bags and I followed him out of the airport to a really nice parked car. He opened one of the back doors for me and shut it as I got in. After he placed my bags in the trunk he climbed into the driver's seat. With my headphones in places and iPod in hand, the car started moving towards its destination. In all honesty, I had no clue where I was going, nor did I really care much.

In the forty minutes it took to get there I was almost done with my current playlist. Seconds after the car stopped my door opened and John was waiting to take me inside. Stepping out of the car my hopes of being at some nice building with a doorman were dashed and an Irish pub stood in front of me.

"Is this where I'm staying?" I asked John a little annoyed.

"No, this is where your father is right now. He wanted me to bring you here to meet him after he was finished with a meeting," He explained.

As we walked to the building he held the door open for me and followed in after.

"Hey Johnny, this her?" the bar tender called out.

"Yeah, it is," he replied. "Sit here while I go let your father know you're here."

While he left me to inform my father that I had arrived I decided to take a look around the place. It looked old dirty, not a place I would usually go to. There were a few men at the bar, all who probably worked for my father.

I should probably explain to you who my father is. My father is Kevin Kelly, boss of an Irish Crime family. From what I've heard is that since some Italian crime family was pretty much killed, my father's had taken to the ranks and business was booming. And what was his business? Mainly gambling, but since some guy, Frank something, was killed, Drugs had been his top money maker.

About ten minutes after John had left to see my father he had returned.

"Didn't I tell you to sit?" He asked, more like told me.

"Is it a problem that I decided to wander around the pub? It's not like I'm going to run away? I was curious. You can't blame a kid for being curious," I told him with a bit of an attitude.

"You should really be careful with that attitude Kido, that's gonna get you in trouble someday," he responded.

"Yeah well, what are you going to do about it?" I asked him. With that I took a seat and moments later my father emerged from the back.

"Now, Where's my little girl?" he asked he walked around the pub.

I ran up to him and threw my arms around his neck "Daddy!"

"Hi sweetie, how are you? How was the plane ride?" he asked, trying to be a concerned father.

"I'm doin okay. A little tired. The plane ride wasn't that bad. I did wait at the airport for almost three hours though dad," I answered, my smile faltering a little.

"What? Wait, you were waiting for three hours? I'm so sorry!" he told me. "Let's go home. You've obviously had a long day."

"Alright, that sounds like a plan," I responded.

John held the door open for my father and me. While leaving I heard the sounds of gunshot from the back.

"Dad! What was that? Did someone fire a gun back there?" I asked alarmed.

"Don't worry about it sweetie. It's just business," He answered with a smile and ushered me out the door and into the car waiting just outside.

During the ride to my new home my father was on the phone the while time. Apparently business was more important than ever now. I on the other hand, was listening to my iPod. My friends back in Arizona would call me iPod since I was so obsessed with it. In between songs I would here tidbits of my father's conversation. Mainly it consisted of drugs and who owes who what, but when he started talking about how some super heroes had offed some guy named Frank D'Amico and his men I decided to listen in. I paused my iPod, leaving my headphones still in my ears; I listened intently as my father went on about these "super heroes".

"No, I highly doubt Kick-Ass and that little girl is going to come after us. If anything we'll just do some crime, I don't care what, and frame the Russians," he said heatedly.

This was really I needed to hear before I decided to press play on my iPod. I love my dad, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to know anything about what exactly my father was planning. It took ten more minutes until the car was once again stopped. This time when I exited the vehicle I was in a bit of shock and awe. Remember earlier when I mentioned about me hoping to end up at a really nice building, doorman, the whole shebang? Well, that's exactly what I got.

John followed my father and me inside with my bags in hand as we walked over to the right where an elevator was waiting for us. After the three of us stepped inside, a man operating the elevator pressed the top button. The ride up to the top floor took a couple of minutes.

"Welcome to your new home sweetie," my father told me as the doors opened.

My jaw dropped when I saw where I would be living, and this was only the front room. The walls were covered with either bookshelves or art. It was gorgeous. I followed my father down one hallway and then another leading me finally to an old oak door.

"I hope you like your new room sweetie," my father said as he opened the door.

Just when I thought my jaw couldn't drop any further I swear it touched the ground.

When I walked into my room I was in shock. A four-poster bed with drapes, bookshelves lined with books, a desk with what looked like a brand new Mac, a flat screen tv on the wall and an enormous balcony. I saw two doors and walked towards them. The first door I opened looked like another room, until I heard my father explain what it actually was.

"I know it's kinda big sweetie, but tomorrow you can go shopping and buy some new clothes to fill it," he told me as he walked into the room slowly.

"That's My Closet!?" I practically yelled at him.

John had followed my father into my room and set my bags down at the end of my bed. I left the door to my closet open and walked over to the other mystery door. This room was the same size as my closet, but it was my bathroom. Leaving this door open as well I ran over to my dad and hugged him again.

"Thank you daddy! I love it! This is twice the size of my old room," I said in amazement.

"I'm glad you like it. I'm just down the hall if you need me. I'm getting you a new cell phone; you should have it by tomorrow. I need to get to sleep, I've had a very long day," he replied. "If you're hungry, the kitchen is at the end of the hall and to the left. You'll get a hang of this place soon. Goodnight sweetie," he said and then kissed my forehead and left.

"Goodnight Dad!" I told him as he left.

After I closed my door I started to unpack my suitcase of clothes into my closet. After I unpacked everything I noticed that the clothes I unpacked barely made a dent in my closet. I changed into my pajamas and went to brush my teeth. Looking into the mirror I noticed how my reddish brown hair was a bit of a mess. My blues had seemed to of faded a bit from the past few weeks events, but my freckles haven't. My mess of freckles that covered my face, arms and legs were still vibrant and hadn't faded though. Turning off the light to the bathroom I climbed into my new bed and easily fell asleep. My life has changed, and boy did I not know what was coming.

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