Buttercup was lying in a hospital bed. She was after getting carried through the doors by her sister, and the doctors didn't waste any time to begin treating her. Buttercup didn't like hospitals. She felt uncomfortable and all the constant noise easily gave her a headache like there was minimal peace.

"I can't believe it! I'm going to be an aunt!" Bubbles squealed. She was so excited to hear that her sister was pregnant. Buttercup was happy, she couldn't deny that. She just felt bad for turning down Boomer's advances all because she didn't want to burden him with her own troubles. She had no idea how this happened, assuming they probably broke their protection.

"Heh, yeah… the professor would have a heart attack," Buttercup grinned, thankful to her blonde sibling for trying to help keep her mind off. She looked at the IV hooked into her arm to give her fluids. She reached over and grabbed the robot head that was lying nearby in a chair, and then handed it over.

"Are you sure you'll be fine on your own?" Bubbles asked, aware that she had been requested to go find Boomer and get the bounty reward along the way. Her black haired sister nodded.

"I'll live. Things feel a little less bothered now that I've got enough money to pay my rent for the next few months," Buttercup assured. Bubbles gave her a tight hug, being quite happy for the news about being two weeks along in her pregnancy. She couldn't imagine how the child would turn out to be. But she was more afraid of how Boomer was going to react.

"Just try and sleep," Bubbles bid her sister goodbye before leaving her hospital room, her hand gripped onto the robot's head. She wondered where to find Boomer exactly, though she knew there could only be a limited selection of areas, and Buttercup had given her a few ideas of where to look as well if needed. The green powerpuff sighed, lying her head on her pillow. She felt drained, that robot fight and the wound on her side really had taken her energy.

Boomer was walking along the sidewalk and to try and calm down. He was lost in his thoughts, and looking at his hands, he wondered why he had not cared about choking Brick. He hated imagining his anger getting the best of him. He sighed, fixing his scarf, still astonished by how easy it was to trick the citizens of Townsville, though as he was walking, he suddenly felt something knock him over hard.

"Ow! Does everyone want me to punch them?!" Boomer wondered aloud. It seemed like so many people were out to try and ruin his day when it was bad enough.

"I-I'm sorry! I was trying to get out while I could," the man apologized while helping the rowdyruff back up. He had come running out of the bank. Boomer was confused about what would cause someone to come fleeing from a bank until the obvious answer came to mind.

"Let me guess. There's a robbery in progress?" Boomer took a guess, the man nodding.

"S-some guys broke in there with guns. I snuck out when they weren't looking," the man explained the already well known. Boomer was too angry to really care at this point, but having an excuse to punch someone into an unconscious pulp sounded really good right now. They heard a gunshot ring out. Boomer just shoved the man aside before beginning to storm his way inside.

"Alright, keep your heads down, and this'll be quick!" one angry person voice chimed out in a group of two. They were all wearing ski masks and coats, each one armed with their own weapon. Everyone was on the floor with their hands on their heads as they were ordered to by their captors. Three of the bank workers were predictably being forced to fill bags with money. Boomer heard a gun cock, looking to his left to see the barrel of a magnum aimed right for his head.

"Y'here to make a deposit?" the third robber said, having been guarding the door in case any cops got any ideas when they arrived. The blue ruffs eyes focused on the nearby wall. He had assumed that the gunshot he had heard was nothing more than warning fire. Sadly, his assumption was wrong. He saw a security guard, a poor man who had tried to stop this and had been assaulted for it. The guard lay there, lifeless, his blood pooled around him.

"C'mon, ya idiot. You know the drill. Hands and knees," the robber claimed. Sadly, robberies were a common occurrence in Townsville. Boomer began to do as told, going down onto one knee. The robber didn't seem to have a care in the world. His eyes were adverted, and right on cue, the blonde boy took the opportunity, firing his heat vision and melting the gun quickly.

"What the heck?!" the burglar cringed, dropping the ruined fire arm, just before he was punched hard in the jaw from behind, getting knocked flat on his back. Boomer stomped on his chest, he swore he heard the sounds of ribs cracking. The other two burglars turned to see this.

"What's the big idea here?!" another robber armed with a shotgun growled.

"Just stopping you guys from giving me a headache," Boomer said. Another one of the security guards seemed to take advantage of their distractions, grabbing his handgun and firing. He succeeded in shooting one of the robbers in the side, making him fall over and drop his weapon. Boomer flew the other robber, a dark blue streak of light shining behind him. He rammed into him at full force, forcing him against the wall.

"Tell me something," Boomer started talking to the robber, he was trying to grab his gun that had dropped onto the nearby floor. The blue ruff kicked it away before he pressed his foot against the man's head.

"Which one of you did that?" Boomer demanded, pointing to the dead security guard. A lot of the civilians who cowered were beginning to get back up, glad things had been saved thanks to the boy in the scarf.

"Wh-what?!" the robber screamed in pain. That was not a good answer. He was kicked in the side of the head. He was on the floor for only half a second before being picked back up by his arm.

"Which… one of you… killed him!?" Boomer repeated. The robber looked terrified, given the bruises he had over his face.

"I-it was Vincent! The guy pulled the trigger with no warning," the robber answered, pointing to his wounded comrade who had been shot by the security officer. Boomer glared, shaking his head. He didn't believe it since the dead man didn't have a huge gaping wound in his body, it wasn't a shotguns doing. Just one bullet hole was visible in his shirt.

"Let's see how many teeth I can knock out in one punch," Boomer grinned. He was terrifying this man to no end. The ruff punched him hard in the face, giving him a black eye in one easy blow. He barely landed on the floor before being kicked in the stomach. Boomer grabbed the robber by the legs before throwing him towards the bullet proof glass. The robber plopped back down to the floor.

"P-please, no more! I-I'm sorry!" the robber coughed. Boomer stomped on his kneecap, breaking his leg. The man screamed in agony.

"No matter how much pain you feel, it'll never amount to what that man felt. But I'm going to make sure you get real close," the blue rowdyruff said with minimal care. He was sick of the robbers. He had heard Buttercup tell him all the time how the hotline would never stop ringing because of the occasional band of fools, thinking they could get away with crimes all the time. The torture didn't stop here for the robber though. It only got worse. Boomer put his foot on his arm, pinning him there. He used his heat vision, beginning to burn the robber's hand with it. His screams got louder and louder, each passing second.

"Boomer! That's enough!" he suddenly heard, looking over at the entrance. Bubbles was standing there, having heard the commotion during her hunt for the blue ruff. Boomer looked around, all of the civilians he had helped were now scared of him more.

"You had it coming," Boomer simply claimed, getting off the robber, leaving him on the ground to wallow in his own agony.

"We need to talk…" Bubbles claimed while leading him out, not wanting him to be here when the police arrived, assuming that the security officers left could handle the crippled robbers.

"Thanks...For stopping me."