Boomer was panting, standing in an alley. He was trying to catch his breath. At least seven orange jumpsuit wearing lunatics were around him, unconscious. The young boy had bruises and cuts on his face. "If I keep wasting my energy like this, I'm going to pass out…" he coughed, having had to use a variety of random blunt objects and his powers to make these fights any easier. Fighting hand to hand was hard when surrounded, and it seemed like these escaped convicts were moving in packs of at least five. Boomer thought he needed to get somewhere safe to rest, but nowhere seemed all too safe at this point. He couldn't go running to the police. They would recognize who he was and detain him immediately. Or at least he assumed so, but he couldn't tell if the Rowdyruff Boys even were an acknowledgeable threat to the city anymore. He decided to try and catch his breath, so he took off to the sky, leaving his dark blue streak of light behind him, hoping to stay low enough near the buildings so that he wouldn't be so spotted.
Unfortunately, attempting to remain undetected didn't work out like he hoped. "Look!" Brick said while they were flying high in the sky. They could see the colour trail ahead. They had done multiple rounds around the city, mostly sticking to alleys, and finally it paid off. "Good. He's actually still in town…" Butch was relieved, close to being angry at the thought of wasting all this time for nothing. They both were excited, glad to see he was at least alive. They immediately began to chase him.
Boomer was flying, trying to keep an eye out for an inaccessible rooftop or anything like that. So far it seemed like an average street full of apartments. He gave in. He felt weak, wasting all his energy in flight in the threat of any fight would just be stupid. He reluctantly landed on the first roof. He could barely stand, and could only balance on one knee. "Oough… all this time… and I'm still failing," he joked to the emptiness around him. He spent so long training with Buttercup. Yet he felt like a complete failure. But for some reason, he just couldn't accept that as a fact. Not one bit. "Boomer!" a familiar voice rung out. He wondered if he was starting to go insane.
Boomer stared when he saw his brothers landing nearby him. "Butch…? Brick…? What're you guys doing here?" he asked, not sure how to feel about seeing them again. A mix of unsettling nerves and joy was the only emotion, though he was rattled. "We followed you," Brick coughed, not wanting to go into detail about how exactly they found him. "Jeez, you look awful," Butch commented on just seeing his blonde sibling's bruised and battered face. "Nothing new… Whadd'ya want? Did dad send you to get me with some apology?" Boomer questioned, his eyes glazing over, his attention span slowly going to the cloudy sky. "No. We were worried," Brick admitted. They had offered to help their brother when their father first kicked him out, but they couldn't recommend anything more than assaulting their creator.
Boomer didn't know whether to believe them on this or not. The way they looked like they hadn't slept much in a day or two was a sign to this. "It's nice to see you at least. But I'm fine, I swear. I just keep having to beat up these convicts," he relaxed, trying to alert them to an already obvious threat that had occurred. "Beat up? Dude, you could've just avoided them," Butch said while offering his hand to him. The blue Ruff took the offer of help. "I know. But they're everywhere. They might even be at my place trying to hide. I've only beaten about thirty up, but they just won't stop," he complained, feeling partially insane at the imagination of how many escaped convicts there were. He wondered what was going on. The other Ruffs looked at each other, presuming it was better to let him in so he could calm down.
"It's how we found you. We figured letting out some prisoners would help us find you," Butch explained. Their blonde brother's eyes were wide as he jerked his hand away from his grip. "…what do you mean?" he stuttered. "We just broke one section of the prison and let a bunch get a one night pass at helping us find you. We thought you wouldn't fight as much as run, but still it worked," Brick elaborated further. A surge of adrenaline and rage was starting to course through Boomer, just by imagining this, trying to theorize it all, like his ears refused to hear it right. "You guys… you guys did this!? A lot of people are going to be hurt! I wasn't worth this!" he screamed. The thought of so many getting hurt, especially his girlfriend was starting to put a lot of bad images in his head that practically gave him a headache.
"Dude, calm down! Since when do you care?" Butch found it odd. A year ago, they just enjoyed the show of this kind of harassment to the town, but Boomer was now having the opposite reaction. "Yeah. The Powerpuff Girls will clean it up in a minute," Brick added, seeing that tiredness get replaced by hatred was unexpected. They doubted he wanted to hear it, but still. "No they won't. If you let out this many, what's going to stop those escapees from turning Townsville to a dead yard! I gotta go," Boomer was ready to fly off. He gave up. No more hiding. He just wanted to find Buttercup right now. But then he got stopped by his green brother. "We just found you again, and as hurt as you are, you aren't going anywhere," Brick reminded him. This was making Boomer act curious. "Are you a Ruff anymore? You said ya broke dad's robot a while back to protect yourself, but now you care for the townsfolk? What's going on?" he continued his partial interrogation.
"I realized we were idiots… all of us," Boomer growled, shoving Butch off him. "I'm happier than ever, since I got thrown out. I do want you guys in my life, but not like this. Especially not like this," he stated. He wanted nothing to do with them now. They were going overboard, so much that it scared him. They had done dangerous things to threaten harm to people, but at least a hundred threatening prisoners of various charges was even more damage than the three of them would do in their past boredom.
"Who're you calling idiots? And you of all people realizing this?" Brick retorted. The repertoire was getting tiring. Boomer pointed behind them. His brothers looked to the distance. They could see various smoke filling the sky in the distance, mostly from fires beginning from the riots. "Someone I care for more is in danger now. Either you leave me alone, or I'll make you leave me alone. Otherwise, you help. Dad's either going to reward you guys after this stunt, or somehow get mad that it ruined one of his fifty plans," with that said, Boomer had flown off, having gotten some of his energy back. Brick and Butch looked at his blue streak in the sky. They didn't realize the scale of the damage that could happen before the Powerpuff Girls even arrived. Minor failures in big victories always overlooked positives over negatives. "So what do we do now?" Butch had to express what the both of them were thinking.
"Just shut up for a second and let me think," Brick began to brainstorm.