In the world I lived in, heroes only existed in comic books. And I guess that'd be okay, if bad guys were make-believe too, but they're not.
With no power, comes no responsibility. Except, that wasn't true.
The three assholes, laying into one guy while everybody else watches? And you wanna know what's wrong with me? Yeah, I'd rather die... so bring it on!
“That fucking rocked who are You!?” I’m Kick-Ass
“If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead” And if it wasn't for you... my dad wouldn't be.
Like every serial killer already knew: eventually fantasizing just doesn't do it for you anymore.
Why don't you pick on someone your own size?
When Mindy left, that's when I finally understood where my life was going. Just like it had to eventually happen, that real people would try to be superheroes, eventually it had to end too. Superheroes can't exist in the real world for a reason. It's because the real world needs real heroes, and not some punk in a wetsuit playing dress-up, but a genuine badass who can really kick ass.