The adolescent gingerling squashed her lips into an uncomfortable slither, feeling the undesired light of a new day seek to blind her from her colossal bedroom windows. All about her squatted and stood lifeless forms with googly eyes and a range of china, plastic and fuzzy faces.

"Good morning, Miss Morbucks" greeted a servant suavely, whipping out a banquet sized bed table for her breakfast.

Grouchy, the rich brat kicked off her sheets and sat up, more servants appearing to fluff her pillow and brush her hair. "Mnnn... Cappuccino, eggs: sunny side up, buttered toast, lightly toasted, beans and bacon: crispy fat, and if you burn that along with the mushroom again I'll TEAR YOUR FREAKIN' HEAD OFF" shrieked the infant, sending the frail, lanky men back into the mountainous recesses of the mansion.

With that, the tyke resumed her characteristic of putting on swanky airs, nestling into her giant pillow with a content sigh.

"Ugh, I don't even see why daddy can't just get me a private tutor or get me home-schooled" complained the redhead. "What's the freakin' whoop about going somewhere like this?"

"Social interaction and experiences, Madame" droned the limo driver.

Princess snatched a tiny apple juice carton from a side bar in the cushioned setting. "So, are all people this stupid? Is that why Daddy is so rich, because he can mount anyone in his business game with snappy one liners and a loud voice? Well, I've pretty much accomplished that. So why come here any more?"

"There's more to it than that, Madame. You must acquire an understanding of how the lower denominators think, so you can't be worn down by them or brought to their insignificant level"

Smiling widely with the philosophy, Morbucks crumpled up the container and tossed it into a side bin "I'm sorry I ever doubted you and your wisdom, Sherlock. Okay, I'll do my best"

With that, she arrived at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten and strode up to the front door in the utmost confidence.

"It feels like forever since we talked, Robin" said Bubbles gleefully, tossing the ball to her friend.

The three girls were simply messing about with a discarded dodgeball, forming a triangle as they engaged in their conversation.

"It seems like we have to pull some teeth just to get that blockhead Buttercup away from you" chuckled Blossom.

The chocolate locked girl smiled. "Oh, she's not bad at all. I've been enjoying our time together and I'm sorry I've been cutting you guys off in the process. I love spending time with you"

"Don't mind my asking" the blonde began "But what is it you guys talk about?"

"Oh, it's all kinds of stuff. The thing is with you three is that I'm lucky enough to show all my interests. There's something unique I can enjoy with each of you. I had some friends before that whenever I told them what I really thought, they'd just think I was weird or dumb"

"That's not true Robin"

"I know, but that's why it's so great I can talk to you guys about it. When I'm with Buttercup, we kinda discuss things I wouldn't have thought to. She's pretty funny, she's creative, she's a pretty good dancer too. She's a total music head"

"Really?" peeped Blossom and Bubbles simultaneously.

"Not just heavy stuff like you'd think. She likes classical music"

The redheaded leader rolled her eyes. "My gosh, what have you done to our sister?"

"I'm serious" Robin continued. "She can be pretty calm. She's taught me how to accept myself"

"What do you do together?". The sisters were now genuinely intrigued.

"Sometimes she scoops me up and flies me high over Townsville and the sea coast, especially at night, it can be really beautiful. All the lights below and the stars twinkle so brightly. She loves the dark and shows me secret areas in the woods she goes to let off steam, again, it looks incredible, some of the stretches of trees and beautiful flowers and just looking over the wilderness and how you seem so insignificant. We go to the beach where she finds me seashells and creepy crabs and washed up bones and bottles and she's shown me transcendental meditation she learned from an old teacher"

The girls were rather perplexed, but a minor thought occurred to them, especially seeing as they themselves hadn't heard about any of these facts about their 'toughest fighter' team member. These special, secret places... Bubbles giggled lightly, passing the ball to Robin again.

"What's so funny?" pondered the innocent girl, passing to Blossom.

"Dunno" admitted the bookworm. "The flowers, pretty shells, showing you scenery, dancing with you, showing you all these places we've never known about"

"What about it?"

"Sounds like Buttercup has really taken a liking to you" explained Bubbles, her pigtails bobbing with self contained happiness and also excitement. She couldn't wait for her and Blossom to rip the tomboy apart with these details.

"Yeah, well, I really like her too"

"No, Robin" said Blossom with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of her head. "It kinda sounds like she has a crush on you"

Robin's eyes widened "W-what?"

"Buttercup is one of the biggest closet cases when it comes to showing her emotions... and secrets?... Pfft, forget about it! She wouldn't tell us in a million years" said Bubbles, tapping the ball a little distractedly.

"I can't be the only one she's told about this stuff. And even so, why does that mean she has a crush on me? We're both girls"

"Well, la de da!" mused Princess, dropping by with a nonchalant expression, fluffing her pig tails. "It's the Powerpuff-dorks and their number one fan"

"Mind your own business, Morbucks!" warned Blossom, scowling at the smug brat.

"I am" she stated matter-of-factly with a teeny scoff. "You're my business. You ALL are. One day, I'll be in charge of this dismal spectacle and everything in the here and now will just seem like it were just a bad dream. It's a shame you couldn't side with me. I know what's to become of the future and I'm darn well ready for it"

"Keep buttering yourself up, liar" dared Robin, stepping back from her. "I don't buy a word of it"

"Even if you proposed a pitch, it's not for sale. I'm not letting out any of my intentions, 'cus where's the fun and surprise in that?"

"Take your money-loving, narcissism else-where, Princess. There's nothing I regret about being friends with the Powerpuff Girls. They care about me and I care about them"

The heroes smiled at the new confidence and boldness their friend had found. Maybe Buttercup was really being a positive influence after all.

She was shot down however, as Princess rose her voice with a bitter tone "Don't make me laugh! Like I said before, I never wanted to be your friend. And what makes you think that the Powerpuff Girls don't just see you as another liability like every other loser in Townsville? You're just another chore, you're dog mess that they have to clean up, a waste of time and energy and space. If you think you have any legitimate connection with these dorks, you're sorely mistaken"

"Gee" huffed Robin cockily, a hand on her hip. "When did you become such a keen observer of yourself?"

The playground let out a collective gasp at the retort and Princess twitched with seething anger. "Say WHAT?!"

Maybe Buttercup was rubbing off on her too much

From inside the classroom, Buttercup was attending to her set detention task, repeating the phrase "Think with your head, not your fists" on the chalk board.

A mantra, a chant caught her attention coming from the playground and she rushed to the window:

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

END OF PART ONE

(Unlike the previous Buttercup/Robin stories, this will be a three parter. Chip in ideas if you fancy and I hope you enjoy this little story. Enjoy!)