A new story, this one has been buzzing around my brain for a while now and I decided to finally write it. This story is for Somwei as a thanks for her inspiration with her amazing story Taking Responsibility and also happened to be uploaded in time for her birthday.

Please note, this story is unbeta'd and was written on my phone. If you see any typos or mistakes let me know ^_^

Brick couldn't remember exactly how it happened, it had been a long time ago and after all he'd been only six.

He remembered Mojo had ordered them to do something and while he and his brothers were trying to follow orders the Powerpuff Girls had shown up. Business as usual he'd thought, but the moment he was at a disadvantage, down for just a second, Blossom had snapped some metal ring around his wrist.

He remembered punching her as hard as he could, but instead of seeing her go flying like he usually did she just stood there. Like she had barely felt it.

A panicked look to his brothers confirmed that the same had happened to them. He tried to take the ring off, but couldn't.

Later he would learn that the ring was meant to subdue his powers, leave him with only what a normal person would have. He would also learn that only Prof. Utonium could remove the ring.

At the time though he didn't care about any of that, and for the first time he had been scared.

Brick and his brothers were taken and tried at court. Because of their age they weren't put in prison, instead they were to spend the next twelve years in Juvie in attempt to rehabilitate them.

That had been ten years ago.

Brick fiddled with his bracelet, bored out of his mind. He had already finished his assignments and had read every book the place had. Twice. Even the cook books.

Boomer was on the other couch reading, he had been in a Shakespere kick recently.

Butch, he figured was in the shops class working on some project.

Brick hated being in the detention centre, but he remembered very little else. He had been five when he was 'created' and six when he had been placed here, that only gave him a year of life in the real world. He had learned a lot though, and had begrudgingly come to appreciate it.

[Brick, Butch and Boomer report to the warden's office. That's Brick, Butch and Boomer to the warden's office.]

Brick groaned, but got up with his youngest brother following suit. As the two brothers walked they passed by their final sibling. Brick rolled his eyes when he saw that his middle brother looked to be trying to swallow the female inmate's tongue.

"Butch. Let's go." Butch pulled away from the girl and glared, but did as he was told. Even though they weren't the Rowdyruff Boys anymore Brick was still the oldest and their leader.

"How were you doing that?" Boomer asked once they had resumed the walk to the office.

"Please don't ask me to teach you, that would be gross beyond all reason."

"No, I mean how could you do that? Why didn't you blow up or grow?"

"You're kidding." Butch looked over at Brick. "He's kidding right?"

"The reason we grew was because of what Him did to us, the effects wore off years ago. And as for the reason why we won't blow up; when Mojo created us our chemical balance was unstable and the rush we got from being kissed but too much stress on our systems," the eldest explained. He had spent the past few years examining any anomalies that occurred because of the way they had been created. It had started out as a way to find a weakness in the Girls once they got out, but after a while it was just out of curiosity.

"You mean we've been able to do that this whole time?" Boomer burst out. "Well fuck!"

"Language, Boomer," the warden called from the open door. Boomer blushed as the three entered the office and sat down in front of the desk.

"So what's up Abs?" Butch drawled from his seat. Abigail Williamson was not the kind a person you'd expect to see as warden. She was short, had a pretty face and a fondness for unicorns. She had at least three figures in the room along with a sleeve of unicorns being chased by some red bull.

The Boys however knew she was just like those unicorns. Sweet and docile looking, but deadly. She had competed in strong man competitions and could hold her own in an arm wrestle against them.

She was also the closest thing to a mother they knew. When they first came to the centre she was the woman they loved to hate, but over time she became someone they hated to love.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, boys," she began slowly. "But your guardian has passed away."

"Guardian?" Brick frowned. "We don't have a guardian or parents. We're wards of the state."

"Not so. Mojo Jojo created you, thereby making him your legal guardian."

"So Mojo's dead?" Boomer said softly. "How?"

"From what I've been told the Chemical X in his system gave him super intelligence, but it also greatly shortened his lifespan. He passed away alone in his home on Monday."

"Wow, I never thought it would happen." Butch sank back in his chair.

"That wasn't the only reason I called you. I was going to save this till summer, but the mayor and I have reached the decision that you're ready."

"Ready for what?"

"To be back in the world. You've made great progress since you came here and it's time you were given another chance." The brothers sat in silence, dumbstruck by the news.

"Where will we go?" Brick asked, being the logical one. "We haven't got any money and the only 'guardian' we had is gone."

"Mojo's belongings were seized by the government, but they will be writing the three of you a substantial cheque based on what his tech is worth. As for a guardian, we're in the process of finding someone willing to take three superpowered teenage boys under their roof. In the event that no one steps forward, there is a back up plan."

"Wait, I must've misheard you. I thought you said 'superpowered'."

"No, you heard me correctly. The real test will be to see what you do with your freedom when powers come along with it."

So, who do you think their new foster parent should be and why? Utonium? Miss Bellum? Miss Keane? Or maybe Abigail Williamson?