The city of Townsville is more at peace then it has been in a decade. Never before has our fair city seen such low crime rates. And it's all thanks to
"The Powerpuff Girls!"
Cheering resounded as three colored streaks of light sped over a crowd, heading straight for the First National Bank. Someone had decided to rob the place right at ten in the morning on a Monday, hoping the girls would be too busy at school.
This someone wasn't very smart, and as such was about to get their butt seriously kicked.
"I cannot believe they're doing this now!" Buttercup grumbled as she and her sisters flew to the bank. "It's Dodge-ball Day! How could they do this on Dodge-ball Day?!"
"I don't think they care, Buttercup." Bubbles said, irritated at her sister's obsession with the game. She tugged on her gym shorts, trying to pull them back up from where they'd started to get blown off. "Blossom, my clothes are too big again."
Blossom flew closer and handed her sister a belt from her bag. "Bubbles is right. Nobody really cares about dodge-ball except other school children."
"It doesn't matter, they should still respect Dodge-ball Day! It's important!" The brunette protested, tightening the drawstrings on her own shorts. No need to have those go flying off in the middle of battle.
"No, it isn't! It's just a stupid game where everybody gets hit in the face with rubber balls!" Bubbles said, glaring at her sister.
"Uh, yeah! That's what makes it awesome, duh." Buttercup retorted,
"Oh, look! We're here!" Blossom said quickly, ending the conversation before it could escalate into a real fight. Her sisters glared a bit more, but gave up their argument and landed in front of the bank. Surrounding the bank the was circle of police cars with policemen behind them. An ambulance was also nearby, a small group of paramedics clustered around the back of it.
As the girls took it all in, a short, female officer with dark hair and eyes came up to them.
"Thank God you girls are here." She said as she approached, looking quite haggard.
"What's the situation, Lieutenant Ivanova?" Blossom asked standing up a little straighter. She put on her 'adult' face, listening intently as the Lieutenant explained what was happening.
"It's Femme Fatale. She's taken several hostages, and is threatening to kill them all if we don't let her take the money and go!" The woman glanced back at the bank nervously. "We've been trying to negotiate with her, but I think she's reaching the end of her patience. If we don't let her go soon, there will be casualties."
Blossom nodded, then turned to her sisters. "Alright. Bubbles, you and I will get the hostages out. Buttercup, you go after Femme Fatale and try to get whatever weapons she has away from her. And keep her away from the hostages." She paused, giving her sister a stern look. "And remember; as dangerous as she is, Femme Fatale is still normal. So be careful, and don't actually hurt her."
"Distract the baddie, but don't cause permanent damage! Got it!" Buttercup saluted, then sped away with a bright green streak. Blossom turned back to Lieutenant Ivanova.
"Thank you for the information ma'am, but we have everything under control from here. Please tell your men to stand down and to wait for the rescue of the hostages and Femme Fatale's." At Ivanova's nod, she and Bubbles sped off to sneak into the bank.
"Okay men, stand down! The Powerpuff Girls are here, and taking control of the situation! Stand down and prepare to take in the hostages!"
Susan DeLisle, more commonly known as Femme Fatale, had had enough of men. They were always taking everything from her, while giving nothing but insults back. So she'd thought up a plan to make them pay, literally. With the money from this heist, she'd finally be able to get the respect she deserved, one way or another.
Now if only she could get her gun back from the girl that had come from out of nowhere and taken it.
"Give that back, you stupid little brat!" She lunged for the girl holding her machine gun but the kid cartwheeled out of the way, laughing.
"No way lady! This thing is way too awesome to let you keep it. It's mine now." She let out another laugh as she back flipped away from the furious villain, who took no notice that her hostages were disappearing.
"You little brat! Do you have ANY idea who I am?" She paused by a teller's counter, completely out of breath.
"Hmm. Some two bit thief who couldn't find a kid to steal candy from?" Buttercup leaped into the air with a smirk as Femme Fatale threw herself at the hero with a scream of rage. She managed to grab on the her ankle, and smirked up at her opponent.
"Ha! I must be right, or you wouldn't be so angry!" The brunette girl mocked as the villain tried to pull her down. She opened her mouth to say something else, only to shriek when Femme Fatale started to climb her body.
"Hey! Stop that right now!" She yelled, trying to keep the gun out of reach and push her away without causing injury. "I'm warning you! Don't make me say it again!"
Unknown to them both, Buttercup had started to ascend into the air on instinct to try and escape. So when she finally managed to push the woman off, she had a good twenty feet to fall before hitting the marble floor. Luckily for her, they were not alone in the bank lobby.
"I got you!" Bubbles cheered, easily catching Femme Fatale as she fell. She landed and quickly handcuffed the woman before taking her to the police outside. Buttercup landed by Blossom, still looking a little disturbed.
"I did not know she could do that! Did you know she could do that? Because I sure as hell didn't!" She babbled, wincing when Blossom smacked her arm at the curse.
"Watch your language! We're supposed to be setting an example, not speaking like punks!" Blossom scolded.
"Okay, okay. No need to get violent. That's my job." Buttercup held up her hands in surrender as Bubbles ran back up to them.
"Okay, Miss DeLisle is going to the prison now. Should we go back to school?" She asked cheerfully. Blossom nodded, a strained expression flashing across her face before switching back to "leader-mode".
"Yeah, we've only missed about an hour or so. We still have the rest of today's classes to attend." She glanced at the watch on her wrist. "And if we leave now, we can get there before lunch hour ends."
"Aw man, I was hoping to take the rest of the day off." Buttercup moaned, scuffing her shoe on the sidewalk and leaving a small divot in the concrete.
"Sorry Buttercup, but we did promise to attend school whenever we could, no matter what." Blossom said with another strained look. She quickly schooled her face back to stern, however, as she continued with her lecture. "Now come on, or we'll be late for our next class."
And with that she took off and sped back to the school building.
Her sisters shared a look, then sighed and followed. They weren't quite sure what was going on with Blossom, but they knew it could only end badly for their sister.