Who ever said that bad couldn't be hot? Here's three examples for you. Their names are Brick, Butch, and Boomer. The invention of a sad, twisted, villainous monkey named Mojo Jojo. But this story isn't about him. This is about the Boys. Going by the name of Rowdyruff, the Boys have been messing with Townsville since they were five. They're just about eighteen now, legal adults, with lots of legal problems. That's where this story starts. Another bite in the ass from karma, that's the Boys had to deal with.

"Court is now in session. All rise for the honorable Judge Mason."

The court rose to greet the judge as he walked in. When he motioned for everyone to sit, they did, waiting anxiously for the judge to comment. He sighed, looking over the three boys now sitting in the defendant seats, their future in his hands. Judge Mason intertwined his fingers and leaned forward on his stand. "Now, Brick, Butch, and Boomer Jojo. You're in court because you were accused of destroying half of the city in attempt to play your sadistic games with the Powerpuff Girls. In doing so, you caused nearly twenty million dollars in damage to the city, as well as City Hall. How do you plea?"

The Boys all stared at the judge, smirking a bit. In perfect unison, they said, "Guilty, your honor."

The judge looked up from the case file, eyes huge with surprise. "You plead guilty?" The Boys nodded. "Well, um, good. Then this should go smoothly. Well, it says you're being tried as juveniles. Is that so? You're all of the age of eighteen, correct?"

Their attorney stood, fixing his grey suit. "Yes, your honor. They are. But they were seventeen when the case was created and the trial was set. They've only recently reached the age of eighteen the other day. Less than forty eight hours ago."

The judge looked through more papers. "And it says they've made a deal with the district attorney? A guilty plea for community service?"

"Yes, your honor," the Boys' attorney said, nodding. "Six months community service is the usual time limit for state property damage to minors. Is that not the rule here in Townsville? The boys have agreed to do the six months and plead guilty if they be tried as juveniles and not sentenced prison time."

He looked over to the DA. "Is this agreement true? Was it settled on?"

The DA stood up, adjusting his tie. "Yes, your honor. It was settled upon Friday night."

"And you make no arguments about this?"

"No, your honor."

Judge Mason glanced back at the Boys, all were staring straight forward, unafraid or even fazed in the least. "Well, it would appear you boys are very lucky," he remarked, frowning deeply at them. "Too lucky if you ask me. But six months was agreed upon. So, you boys are sentenced to six months community service of my choosing. You will work on a series of community projects, each one different from your brother. I'll have a list drawn up for you. You three are not allowed to work on the same community service project, and must stay by your guardian at all times during the projects. Check in and out each day. Should you break any of the service rules or the court rules I've listed, you will be sentenced to a term of three years in prison. Your fate is in your own hands. Should one fail to, um, respect the laws, the other two will not suffer the consequences." He banged the gravel. "Case closed."

"All rise," the bailiff said and everyone stood as the judge proceeded out.

When the judge was gone, everyone walked out, slowly but surely. I watched as the Boys shook hands with their attorney. Brick said, "Thanks, man. You saved us big time."

The smart aleck tone in Brick's "thank you" irritated the attorney, but he didn't comment. "No problem, boys. You better get your act together. This was cute at age five, but you're adults now. You'll be spending a lot of time in a cell by yourself if you don't get with it and stop acting like you're five."

Nodding, but not really hearing, the attorney shook off their ignorance and started packing up his things. The DA walked over to the three of them, briefcase in hand. "Hello, boys. Mr. Anderson." The District Attorney shook hands with the Boys' attorney, Mr. Anderson. "Well, I must say, you three are very lucky, boys." He handed the attorney papers. "The community service list for each boy and the name and information of their probation officers."

Brick snatched the papers from the DA, looking them over as his brothers did so as well, reading over his shoulders.

Brick Mojo - Age 18

Community Service Requirements:

-Three months at Camp Mohawk for Kids.

-Three months working for Mayor as a mail clerk. No Pay.

Time of Service Starts- June 16 at 6 a.m. Bus leaves at sharp. Should he fail to miss the bus, he shall be sent straight to prison for obstruction of justice.

Parole Officer: Blossom Utonium

Brick nearly fainted when he saw the name of his so-called "Parole Officer". His brothers broke out into laughter, nearly tipping over. Self-proclaimed leader look absolutely petrified. His eyes met mine, anger making them practically glow.

If you haven't guessed yet, my name is Blossom, Blossom Utonium to be exact. I'm an eighteen year old superhero and now the parole officer of my super villain counterpart. Normally, most people would be scared by the look he gave me. I, on the other hand, was ready to start laughing. This was going to be an interesting six months.

Brick flew over to me, towering over my 5'04" height by a lot. He was only about a foot taller, but he feels like a giant compared to me, especially when anger was consuming him. Brick loomed over me, looking menacing. "You are kidding me, right? I'm supposed to be stuck with you for six months?"

"Sounds like a great time. I'll bring nail polish. We can paint each other's toes."

His eyes glowed with fury. But it only made me smirk all the more. He just watched me, not even caring that my sisters were behind me, ready to attack him should he try hurting me. The bailiff and guards charged at him, ready to take him in to jail. But they all froze at my raised hand, ordering them to stop. Unsure what I was doing, they just watched. However, my only purpose was that I wasn't about to let them get hurt when Brick was this crazy. Best to let him cool down.

Brick kept staring, his eyes slowly dimming. He waited for me to say something, but I never did. What surprised me though, was the look that crossed his face. I couldn't quite understand it and that was saying something. I'm quite brilliant for my age and for people in Townsville in general, but that look was just something that completely threw me.

He stared, but there was a change in his eye and that emotion I couldn't pinpoint vanished. He took a step back and then turned to walk to his brothers. The guards and I exchanged a look and then they went back to their posts. Brick's brothers looked just as confused.

My sister Bubbles looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Um, what was that?"

"Blossom just used her sex appeal to get Brick to back off." I smacked Buttercup on the arm and she whined. "What, it's true! You were like doing some mental shit that really made him back down."

"I didn't mess with him. He cooled down, simple as that."

My sisters just shrugged and started for the door as I trailed behind them. Looking over my shoulder at the Boys, I saw that Brick was watching me, an unsure expression on his face. What on earth had been going through his mind?

Boomer spared a glance at his brother, following his gaze to me before nodding a hello and pulling Brick's attention to their attorney.

And this was the day that changed everything I ever knew. The first day of my alternate reality.

A/N: I know I said I would post this next week, but my friend and I are rather eager to get this one posted, she's been bugging me to read this for weeks. So hope you all enjoy it as much as she does. :D