Powerpuff Girls owned by Craig McCracken

Dexter's Laboratory and Samurai Jack owned by Genndy Tartakovsky

Johnny Bravo owned by Van Partible

Hero Registration Act inspired by Marvel Comics

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They made a "cure."

Did they not realize how degrading that sounds? Like we were sick. Like super powers were a disease.

'Powers are contagious! Get immunized!' That would have been a hilarious, but incredibly scary, headline. Glad no one ever thought it.

But that was the beginning of dissension.

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I wanted to be just like my favorite hero...didn't mean I wanted to live in some back alley. The brunette scowled, sneezing. No lovable bums to provide comic relief either, which wouldn't nearly make up for getting sick like this anyways. She was sitting in a cardboard box with a red nose, paler than she normally looked. "Ibe 'robli nah goan ta git ta vite fah ah vile." She sighed, finishing with a sneeze.

"Gesundheit."

"Dank yu." The girl replied, before even registering that someone had spoken to her. Colds always did mess with her powers. Looking up, she saw a woman who could only be described as pink, despite the fact that half of the clothes that she was wearing were grey. "'Oo ah yu?"

"Just a passerby." The blonde said in a melodious voice. "Why are you out here and not at home?"

"Dun ave one."

"Everyone has a home."

"Nod mii."

"So are you just going to sit out here in the cold weather, in just a dress, then?"

"Datz da plan." The brunette smiled, despite the situation. "Dun ave anyvere ta go."

The blonde just stood there for a moment with a blank expression on her face, then snapped her fingers. "Sure you do. You can stay with me for a little while."

The brunette only gave a raised eyebrow in response.

"I'm serious."

"Yu jez met mii? Why wud yu le' a ztraynjer ztay wid yu?"

"Don't be a stranger, then. Name's DeeDee." She stuck out her hand, beaming. "What about you?"

"You remind me of someone." The brunette replied, instead of giving her name.

"Comes with being related to a famous person." She smiled, her hand still held out. "Are you gonna share your name or will I have to make one up."

"Um, Ibe-" She started. Not my real name. She thought, quickly making up one. "-Kaoru."

"Oh, that's a cute name!" DeeDee said, grabbing the girl's hand and shaking it. "Now we're not stranger's anymore. Any objections now?"

"I kan't. Id'z too much." She even punctuated with a sneeze.

"Gesundheit, again. Well, if you want to sit in a cardboard box all night, I guess there's not much I can do about it." She said as she walked away.

"Kaoru" lay back into her makeshift home. Sleep is the best thing I can get. I just wish I had my blankie.

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"Going dark is the term that is being used more commonly today as many super heroes refuse to register or have their powers neutralized. The debate was sparked up after the death of long-time villain, Harold Smith. By no means considered a super villain by the standards used to describe other villains in the category, Mr. Smith met his demise trying to destroy the Power Puff Girls during the middle of a regular monster attack, ending up crushed as the monster fell from one of the girls attacks." The player squawked, filling the lab with the report.

"I wish you wouldn't keep listening to that, Blossom." A man in a white lab coat said, under a machine that he was working on.

The red head pushed the pause button, swiveling around in the office chair away from her own project. "Reminders of the past are sometimes the best way to do what you believe in."

"If they remind you of the bad times?"

Blossom smiled. "If that's what you've got."

The man sighed, shaking his head. "Being a bit obsessive, aren't you?"

"The world doesn't need saving today, so I think I can afford it." She said, turning back to her project, turning the player back on and resuming her work.

"In the aftermath of this tragedy, the government started considering the Hero Registration Act, which had been written almost a three years earlier by Senator Chryniszzswics. It was written to the theory that super heroes should be trained to limit damage to property and life that might be associated with their line of work."

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"Hey, Dexter." DeeDee said into the cell shfe almost always carried with her. "I won't be home for a few days, so if you get home early, I hid the key in the usual place." She was now wearing a backpack as well, into which a couple of small pillows and blankets had been stuffed. "I'll be with a friend of mine, so don't worry. Oh, and Blossom Utonium called. Something about tracking down somebody or another. I think you should give her a call." She folded up the cell as she finished recording the message.

"Wut ah yu doan ere 'gin?" The girl in green asked as she sat up a little. "Ibe nah goan ome wid yu."

"Like I'd just leave a friend out in the cold." She said, pulling a blanket out of the backpack and tossing it to Kaoru. "So, if you won't come to my place, I'll stay at yours."

"I dun ave a playz." Kaoru said, sneezing again.

"Gesundheit." The girl said, sitting down beside her. "What would you call this place then, if it isn't yours?"

"Gud poin" The two of them sat there in silence for a while, Kaoru bundled up under the blanket. Finally, the brunette spoke up. "Dank yu. Ids bin a vile zince inyone kalled mii a fwiend."

"I always mean it. Why are you out here anyways?"

"Evah ear ov da 'meracun dweam tot?"

"Do what you love, no matter the sacrifice?"

"Yea. Ibe libing da dweam."

(A/N: For any of those who think I'm not sticking close enough to the source characters, please tell me. I will try to fix it in later chapters)