Boomer flew south of Townsville towards the Rowdyruff Boys' hideout: A meager abandoned shack sitting on a cliff. It didn't matter, they were barely there. Using his supervision, Boomer actually saw his brothers standing at the edge of the cliff in front of the house with their arms crossed. Boomer took a deep sigh, prepared to receive a beating worse than what any of the Powerpuffs could even dream up. Once the blue Rowdyruff Boy landed in front of his brothers, his beaten eyes were closed and he was looking down.

But Boomer wasn't bombarded with attacks, but with compliments. "I don't know if you're really brave, or just really dumb." Sort of.

Boomer looked up in surprise and he saw his two brothers standing before him smiling. "Whadda ya mean?"

Brick's arms fell to his sides. "Whadda ya think I mean, dummy? You got some stones on ya, taking on a Powerpuff Girl without any back up." He smirked.

Boomer couldn't believe it. His brother was actually complementing him? But something puzzled the beaten up villain. "How do you know I fought her?"

Butch took a small step forward. "We tailed you when you ran off."

Boomer furrowed his brows. "Then why didn't you help me?"

Brick gave a small chuckle. "Cuz we like seeing the snot gettin' kicked outta ya."

The blue rowdyruff was about to scold his brothers for not helping him out, but then Butch reached behind him and tossed a soda to Boomer. Caught off guard, the surprised boy almost dropped it.

He couldn't imagine this ever coming true. Were his brothers actually treating him like an equal? "You guys really think I'm-"

As soon as the sentence began, the green and red Rowdyruff Boys gave a short, simultaneous nod. Boomer happily tore the can of soda in half and drank it, not bothering opening it up the right way. But Boomer remembered something that made his heart stop.

"What about dad? I fought a Powerpuff and lost." Boomer was afraid of the answer.

But Brick just smiled instead. "After watching you get your butt whooped by a girl, Him didn't want us anymore. He thinks we're a disgrace."

Boomer's eyes widened. "So that means we could-"

The red rowdyruff interrupted. "Mmhmm. We could beat up the Powerpuff Girls for fun now!"

Brick, Boomer, and Butch all pumped their fists in the air and cheered. They were finally free. Boomer was respected amongst his brothers, but something was still bothering the most violent Rowdyruff Boy.

Brick walked to the edge of the cliff as dawn broke through the horizon over Townsville in the distance. "Hey guys uhh... I think I'm going to uhhhh...blow up an old folks home or somethin'."

Brick crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "But I though we were gonna do that tonight!"

Butch looked back. "Sorry, but I want to get an early start. I just love seein' 'em all run away n' scream!"

Brick sighed. "Fine. I guess we'll set a school bus on fire tonight."

And Butch flew towards town with his spiked hair not affected by the incredible speed. He let out a pained sigh. Everybody thought he was just a mindless destruction machine. But it was getting old now. Really old. He didn't tell Brick though, or he'll blow a fuse. Though Butch could probably take him down easily.

The green Rowdyruff landed on the sidewalk full of pedestrians as they all went on with their busy lives. Butch walked against the crowd looking down with his usual scowl on his face. He jammed his hands in his pockets and delved into a deep thought. Why would anybody even trust him? Even if his brothers are free, and they all went their separate ways, where would Butch go? He wanted to just blend into normal society, but the people of Townsville know the Rowdyruff Boys all too well. They wouldn't want to coexist in a normal society with the most destructive of the bunch.

As these thoughts raced through Butch's mind, he bumped into some kid. "Hey watch it!" She said.

Butch looked up and so did the girl. They both had black hair, green eyes, green attire, about the same height and similar physical features. Butch ran into his counterpart, Buttercup. Once she noticed the same, she got into a battle ready pose.

"Where's your stupid brothers? I can take all three of you down easily!" Green electricity weaved up and down her tense arms.

Butch did something Buttercup didn't expect. He just sighed sadly and walked past her. Buttercup never felt so invisible to a villain before.

She stood up straight and turned around to face the still walking Rowdyruff. "What's your problem?" She spat.

Butch stopped and turned around. His eyes locked into hers'. "I'm not fighting with you. I'm done."

Buttercup didn't believe this for a second. "Done? What do you mean 'done'?"

In his gravelly voice, Butch explained, "I don't want to fight anymore. It's getting old. I just want to be normal. Just for a day, to see what it's like."

The super-heroine remembered the brief period when that stupid garden gnome took their powers away. "It's not all it's cracked up to be."

Butch gave a wry smile. "Don't care." He turned to continue with his journey.

Buttercup didn't want to let him go. Even if he's the biggest slime ball in town, this was the longest conversation Buttercup ever had with another boy her age.

"Wait!" She pleaded. Pleaded? Buttercup face-palmed herself. She looked like a weakling!

Butch abruptly stopped and turned, grimacing.

Buttercup walked over to him. "I was uh...going to the park. And I was, uh, wondering if we could just..." It took all of Buttercup's willpower to say these soft and gushy words.

"...spend the day together?" She felt like she was going to vomit.

But Butch didn;t laugh like he normally would. This could be his chance to see what it's like to be normal and actually have friends, not just his brothers. "Okay...I guess."

As the two walked together, they stayed in awkward silence, refusing to look at one another. They both feared the same thing: what if their siblings caught them? Buttercup felt an un-easyness when being so close to a threatening super villain.

But once the two got to the park, not flying, they eased up a little. Butch recalled the time his brothers burnt down the amazon rain forest, which Buttercup was appalled by. She told her counterpart the time her sisters destroyed a race of aliens in space, to which Butch found to be very dull. But soon the two found common ground to talk about, such as fighting techniques, movies, and other regular activities normal kids do.

When Butch said he hasn't ice skated, played tag, frisbee, football, or other various activities Buttercup has done, she took a slight pity on this boy. She realized that their arch-rivals are built for destruction. Nothing more, and nothing less. She decided to show Butch how to play frisbee.

She ran over to the circular white disc lying on the grass. "Alright Butch! I'm going to toss the frisbee to you. And when you catch it, I want you to throw it back." She spoke very slowly so the slow kid understood.

Butch smiled, panting like a dog. Buttercup threw the disc at her new friend. It spun through the air and Butch flew up and caught it.

He became ecstatic. "What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?" He spoke quickly and excitedly.

Buttercup sighed and tiredly said, "Now throw it back!"

Butch chucked it at Buttercup so hard, it caught on fire as it soared through the air. It pelted Buttercup in the chest and she went sliding back into a tree.

The dark green boy ran over to the dazed girl, grinning. "Oh, sorry 'bout that."

Buttercup sighed. "It's fine, I guess. Let's try something else."

The duo found a group of kids playing tag at the edge of the lake. Before approaching them, Buttercup stepped into Butch's field of vision. She was very close to his face. "Alright dummy, we are going to play tag." She spoke in a low, menacing voice. "The kid whose it has to tag you, and when you're it, tag someone else. But be gentle!" She said in a loud whisper. "And no powers either!"

Butch rolled his large eyes. "Whatever mom."

The two approached the group of nine.

The kids stopped their game and instantly recognized a hero of Townsville. "Hey look! It's Buttercup!" One boy said.

"And she has a boyfriend!" Another girl giggled.

Butch went wide eyed. "Wha-"

Buttercup placed her hand over his mouth. "This isn't my boyfriend!" She blushed and gave an odd nervous laugh. "He's my ugh...cousin! Bu-Blake! Can't you see the resemblance?"

Butch rolled his gargantuan eyes. The small bodies, the fingerless hands, stubby feet, no ears, no noses. Yeah, the resemblance is uncanny.

The kids nodded, immediately buying it. They invited the two super powered kids to play tag, to which they happily accepted. It actually went rather well. Butch played fairly and he didn't hurt anyone.

The kids had to depart,saying they needed to get home. Butch grinned sinisterly. "Now we could play my game." He growled.

Buttercup nervously asked, "What game?" She wasn't scared. She knew she could take on this idiot all by herself. She was just creeped out by Butch's sudden change in tone.

He raised his arm, getting ready to smack her. "UNCLE!" He walloped Buttercup in the eye. She placed a hand over her left eye. Instead of getting angry, Buttercup was used to this rough play. She played 'Uncle' all the time with Mitch in class. That is until he moved away. He only lasted a single blow before saying 'uncle.' It would be fun to finally have an opponent that could be a challenge.

Removing her hand from her blackened eye, Buttercup chopped her counterpart in the face. She heard a grotesque crack against his right cheek. Butch laughed, "Good one."

He sent a fist flying into Buttercup's mouth. She spit out three teeth and a little blood, giving a lighthearted chuckle.

She did the same to Butch, and he spit out two pearly whites. He couldn't help but laugh at this mindless yet fun game. He gave a toothy smile, revealing a gap where his front tooth was and a canine gap on the bottom jaw.

The couple's game evolved into kicks, then combos, and finally super powers. The game ended with Butch saying, "Uncle," after Buttercup gave him a swift kick to the groin. The green Rowdyruff fell to the ground coughing and laughing at the same time.

Butch had a cut gushing blood in between his eyes, two missing teeth, his left arm was bent in a way it wasn't supposed too, his right sneaker was missing, and he shook from excitement and the lightening surging through his veins.

Buttercup was smiling, revealing three teeth missing, her left eye was blackened and swollon shut, her hair was scraggly and smeared with mud, her dress was singed with a few burn markings all around, and the heel from her left mary-jane was broken off.

The defeated boy laughed as he got up, along with his new friend. As darkness began to blanket the afternoon sky, Butch nearly forgot about the meeting with his bros. All of this acting normal was just what the Butch needed. He needed a small break from all of the fighting. Now he felt rejuvenated, and ready to cause a bit of destruction.

Buttercup felt more relaxed and more confident in herself. It felt nice to have a boy to talk to, even if he was your evil counterpart. But one thought ran through Buttercup's mind: He is not my boyfriend. Just a friend...Buttercup's thought made her blush under her bloodied face.

The dark green clad boy ascended into the night sky. "See ya later, sissie." He gave a sly grin.

Buttercup looked up at her brief but memorable friend. "Smack ya around, dummy!" And the two went their separate ways. Both blushed redder than strawberries.