"And the city of Townsville is saved by...The Powerpuff Girls!" the news announcer shouted out of the television. Bubbles sat glumly upon the old, comfy blue couch that had been in her home since she had been around.
She looked around and noticed that none of the furniture in the house had been changed since she and her sisters were created. She wondered why, it wasn't as if they were a poor family, with them fighting crime on a daily basis they were paid handsomely by the city for keeping the civilians safe from harm.
She reached toward the desk in front of her and picked up her trusty sketch pad, she slowly opened the cover of it and ran her hand along the paper softly, enjoying the feel and sound of paper against her skin. The first drawing in her sketchbook brought a faint smile to her face, it was a simple drawing of her and her sisters doing their heroic pose that showed up so often on the news. She had drawn it when she was little. Bubbles flipped through a few more pages, watching as with each drawing her skills got more and more impressive.
Nowadays she hardly had any time to draw or paint or write or do anything, her sisters had developed a schedule for them to patrol the town twice a day every day, as it was their job for now. Bubbles had no idea how Blossom kept up with the schedule, she also attended a prestigious college and refused to miss a class or ever be late. Buttercup skipped patrol fairly often, in fact Bubbles and Blossom had no idea how the raven-haired sister didn't fully commit to being a criminal herself since the man she loved was one of the most well known convicts in the area.
Bubbles was home alone tonight because she never missed patrol and decided that today she would ask for a day off so she could have some time to herself. Unfortunately, she and Buttercup and the Professor all stayed at the same house, which Bubbles wouldn't normally mind, but she rarely got any privacy. If she was home, someone else was too, if she wanted to draw, someone wanted to know what she was drawing, if she made herself a meal, she had to make it for them too. She loved her sister and her father, but everyone needed space now and then.
Bubbles turned the hot water as far as it could go in the shower and brushed her hair out while she waited for the water to get to the right temperature. A shower would probably help her clear her mind and help her get some good rest for the night, or put her in the mood to begin a new painting.
She put the brush down and gingerly stuck her hand in the shower to feel the running water. Her lips curved into a smile, it was just perfect. She took off her dress and undergarments and stepped into the shower, letting the red hot water wash over her body. Most people would think the water was too hot, but she was a powerpuff and her body could tolerate heat far better than any human.
She usually used her super speed to rush through the shower to get ready for the day as fast as she could, but she had no responsibilities today and she was gonna stay in the shower for as long as she felt like. Her mind felt so clear, she felt inspiration and imagination cascading into her head, so many future paintings popped up and gave her a burning desire to jump out of the shower to get painting and drawing.
She turned the shower off and jumped out of the shower, a big smile upon her face, which vanished instantly when a man with red skin was in the bathroom with her, his back to her. Bubbles' eyes got wide and she grabbed the towel on the counter and covered herself in an instant.
"Wh-who are you!?" she shouted, heat behind her eyes, as she was ready to zap them with her heat vision. The man chuckled in a voice that seemed to echo all around her, it gave her goosebumps, something about it seemed vaguely familiar. He turned and bright green eyes with a canopy of dark, thick eyelashes fixed on her. Bubbles felt the heat behind her eyes go straight to her cheeks, there was a man in the room while she was only covered by a towel! He took too long to answer and Bubbles got flustered,
"It doesn't matter, whoever you are, get out of here! What are you, a pervert!?" she shouted, trying to take a step back and tripping into the tub, she let out a short yelp which was cut short when the man was suddenly behind her in the tub, she was in his arms. She looked at him for a second, her face as red as a tomato, before she squirmed out of his grasp. "Are you going to answer me? Otherwise I'll use force!" she warned, making sure to remember to keep her towel tight around her body.
She backed away from him, her back against the door now and finally got a look at his whole face. His jaw was sharp and defined, his eyes a dazzling emerald that seemed to glow, his lips the color of a dark red cherry, wild, soft looking black hair that shined in the light and a sightly curled black goatee below his bottom lip. He was incredibly handsome, and really familiar, but Bubbles couldn't put her finger on it. His gaze stayed fixed upon her eyes, they didn't even wander to look at her in her current state.
"I'm hurt you don't recognize me," he started, his voice incredibly sultry and seductive, there was something like a low growl hidden in his voice. He reminded her of a wolf staring down its prey. She was one of the most powerful superhumans in the world and she felt scared.
He stepped out of the tub and she noticed he was wearing an expensive suit, all black with a dark red vest and tie, his shoes were Italian leather, they had a small point at the end. He stood in front of Bubbles and bowed slightly, "I have been tipped off on some of your desires," he began, Bubbles blushed at the mention of desire, just what was he thinking!? She wasn't that kind of girl! The red man chuckled at the sight of her flustered face, "Silly girl, I have heard of your interests in being an artist. I know of your desire to make it into museums, to have all the time in the world to make sculptures and drawings and to paint, and that is why I am here." he said, his voice almost like a purr.
Bubbles' muscles relaxed a little at his words, "Y-you know I want to be an artist? But I haven't told anyone about that," she muttered, thinking back to who she had ever talked to about art, she recalled a time she had asked Blossom about being an artist and her sister scolded her, saying anyone who became an artist was lacking in the intelligence department, how there was no money in the field and that no one could ever surpass the artists from the renaissance era, but Bubbles had quickly agreed, not wanting her sister to become disappointed in her.
She shook her head and looked back at the red man, "What do you mean that's why you're here?" she asked, confused. He gave a small smirk, "You are to be mine, and I will make anything you desire become reality." Bubbles blushed and pushed him away from her, "Be yours?! It doesn't work like that! I am going to work hard and do these things on my own!" she shouted, her face hot, and her eyes squeezed shut. "Fine, I can get any other woman I want, have fun on your own." he said with a deep chuckle and when Bubbles opened her eyes again, he was gone. Bubbles was breathing hard, what had just happened? Who was he, and who in the world told him about her dream of becoming an artist?"
"Bubbles!" Buttercup shouted as she flung the door open. She had been out with Ace all day and only realized that she and Bubbles skipped out on patrol today when Blossom caught her and Ace loitering outside of a gas station, which she scolded Buttercup for. "Man, your sis has a big ol' stick up 'er ass, eh?" Ace asked, slicking back his dark green hair and straightening up his jacket. "Yeah, she always finds some way to yell at us when we're out. So why do you want to see my sister?" Buttercup asked, a tiny bit huffy in her speaking.
Ace slid his arm around her waist and gave her a sweet peck on the cheek, "Ya jealous, babe? You know yer the only gal fo' me." he said, staring into her eyes above his glasses. Her face was slightly pink at his comment and kiss and he could see the small smirk pulling at his lips. "I found a guy for 'er, and I gotsta know how dat turned out, Cuppo." He said, beginning to walk upstairs. "Yo blondie, I'm comin' up!" he shouted upstairs, making sure she knew he was approaching.
Bubbles heard the stairs creak as Ace began coming up and she quickly put her canvas away into the closet and put all of the art supplies away, then dashed into the bathroom and washed off all of the paint that had gotten onto her hands and arms.