The blaze conquered the dump. Robin and Boomer sat upon a tireless, windowless, seat-less van, that sure as heck had seen better days. The cool night had begun to settle in and the two were relaxing from a day electrified with delinquent antics. Together, the rascals had run the course of the day in activities long desired by the curious girl: She'd shamelessly asked for the blonde to give Mitch a piece of her mind, leaving him strung-up high in a pine tree, his underwear being impaled by the top branch in a wedgie that would take some time to have him noticed, despite crying out for help. They also sprayed graffiti, along a dead alley way, both of them demonstrating a keen eye and mature appreciation for art. Just before they headed to the dump, they took advantage of an abandoned house, squatted among a thick bed of weeds, by throwing bricks and stones into the windows. They ventured inside the wreckage, enjoying venting some steam. Boomer on occasion would give the chocolate locked darling a fright, finding big disgusting rats and spiders that found a home quiet comfortably between the walls , in the attic and under the floor boards. Smashing everything deemed smash-able, hunting for treasure in the rooms (which only resulted in a few shiny bottle caps), the two retreated to the wretched confines of the dump.

The rowdyruff boy had stripped every vehicle in the place of tires and tossed them into a pile in an opening, setting them ablaze with a clap and rub of his palms and throwing an ignited ball of flame onto the waste. The fumes were undoubtedly unhealthy, but the curious tyke was grateful it overshadowed the greater nauseating scent of their surroundings. It wasn't too odd to her. Buttercup had shown her her own special place, maybe this was Boomers. In any case, she laid back on the dusty vehicle bonnet and watched the raging, ravenous tongues of flame snap at the sky, speckled with sparkling stars.

"Thanks a bunch for today" said Robin. Unlike before, where her voice came across as usually timid, her speech was much more bold and confident.

"Don't mention it. You're pretty fun. It's great to do the stuff that we both wanna do. My brothers suck. It's always about THEM. I never get my say in junk" the lad said, his tone leaning off into a grumble at the mention of his siblings.

"Oh? Why not? That doesn't sound fair"

"It isn't!" yapped the boy. "It stinks. They make me feel like garbage: make me feel stupid and worthless. I just wished sometimes I could just give them a piece of my mind. Then I remember they're much stronger than me and... well... then I come here"

Rubbing her arms from the cold, the girl shivered and a very scary thought occurred to her "Oh my! It's night! My mom and dad will wonder where I've been!"

"So?"

"So? I have to get home!" she panicked, leaping from the bonnet.

"That's lame. C'mon! What's the worst that's gonna happen?" Boomer sighed, rolling his eyes.

"I'll get grounded! They'll tighten my curfew! Oh, gosh. I'm so far away from home too!"

"Relax. Relax." the boy said, his voice soothing. "I'll take ya home"

Robin didn't get too far with her fibbing. She'd insisted to her parents she'd been home the whole time but was playing hide and seek with an imaginary friend. Boomer had dropped her off back through her bedroom window and was flying off back to the dump.

"Oi, Boomer"

The fella came to a halt in the air and turned to face his brothers. Nonchalant expressions.

"O-oh! Hey guys! How were the hotdogs?" he attempted, trying to ease the apparently growing tension.

"They sucked" griped Butch. "and we were looking for your stupid butt all day"

"We figured one of the trains might have snagged ya, then we come back to see you're on motorcycles and getting fresh with a stupid chick from the Powerpuff residence" growled the leader.

The confrontation was brutal and the blonde could smell a beating coming from a mile away. Instead of shriveling back into a submissive ball, like a woodlouse, he decided to let them hear it.

"You know what? I was! And I'll do it again. I'm sick of hanging with you guys when all you do is beat me up and make me feel like miserable trash. Well, guess what? I don't need you! So, you can forget about me going back with you guys"

Brick and Butch snickered meanly. "You'd rather be a girly-girl and play with dollies. Is that what you're saying?" chuckled the red hued ruff.

"Shut up! You know what? I don't care. 'Cus you're not my brothers anymore"

The boys stopped their mindless yacking and delivered death stares to the younger brother.

"Yeah, you heard me" the blonde snipped, withdrawing a photo of the three brothers and igniting it with his lazer beam. The two boy's jaws dropped, as Boomer allowed for the image to fall from his hands, the remains of the brotherly bond turning to ashes before their eyes.

Buttercup whispered delicately "Robin"

The sweet girl, locked in her room with no supper, sat upright hearing the familiar voice. She smiled delightedly at he friend hovering out her window in a light green nightie. Cautiously, she crept out of bed and opened the window to let the raven haired devil in.

"Hey, Buttercup"

"What's going on? You couldn't come out today. Is everything alright?"

The two sat together at the end of the bed. "Yeah, I just stayed out a bit too late and now I have no dinner"

Robin's tummy grumbled loudly in confirmation. A sad expression sat on the tomboys face "You want something?"

"Like what?"

"Anything. There's cake, chicken from dinner, potatoes..."

"I'd better not. I feel bad" the chocolate locked gal sighed, looking away.

"Don't"

"I don't deserve it"

Blinking, the Powerpuff's brows narrowed in a suspicious frown "Why do you say that?"

There's no way in the world Robin could tell her. Tell her about her friendship with Boomer. She knew what the tomboy was like when a bad natured fellow came within a yard of her and she certainly didn't want anymore detentions on her friends part.

"Well, I misbehaved"

"That doesn't mean you have to go hungry"

If there was something positively certain, it was that Buttercup would do anything for her. She returned in a split second with that nights cooking, some re-heated in a microwave. It smelled so good, Robin pondered the mere scent would catch her parents suspicion, as if they had noses like wolves. Starving, she was embarrassed by how quickly she cleaned her plate, only have smears of gravy and a chicken leg bone leftover.

"T-thank you" emitted Robin shyly, blushing.

The puff smiled, placing a hand on hers. Thinking how lucky she was, the hazel haired babe leaned her head on the tomboy's shoulder, whose arms wrapped around her securely. With every day, their friendship felt more and more stronger. Maybe Blossom and Bubbles had been right. Maybe the green hued hero had a crush on her, reasoning why she'd acted so especial kind towards her. The thought of it made her blush deeper, but she smiled wider, snuggling into the embrace of her 'prince'.

After a long while, they agreed to get some sleep and Robin kissed the toughest fighter on the cheek, resulting in the puff flying home, dazed, like a drunk fly. Giggling to herself, her heart pounding, she tucked herself back into bed, licking her lips of the chicken dinner. Just as she was to nod off, there was a knock at her window. Bolting up, expecting to see Buttercup, she gasped in horror, seeing Boomer hover outside her window: trembling, with a black eye, along with severe cuts and bruises

END OF PART FOUR