Lords of the Playlist

Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me either and as always, they have human appendages.

Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.

Track 52: Are You Gonna Be My Girl – JET

Soundwaves cracked through the pristine blue sky above Townsville as the greens flew at each other, aiming for the others throat. Lime and forest green streaks crashed and bounced off one another, just above some of the city's tallest skyscrapers, as the towns citizens watched below in terrified fascination.

If they didn't know better, it would have been a truly breathtaking spectacle, but they did – and they knew just what those lights meant, and who was causing them, better yet – what they were doing.

Butch and Buttercup flew at one another, screaming and growling like wild animals as they locked themselves in a mess of limbs – the force of their collision sending them careening into the side of a nearby skyscraper, shattering the glass around them, and sending it plummeting towards the ground.

Buttercup absentmindedly hoped that there weren't any citizens around the area as she attempted to throttle Butch with her bare hands, using the skyscraper behind him as leverage. God knows that Blossom would have her head for all of the damage that she and Butch had caused during their spat later – but at the moment, that was the last thing on her mind.

Butch on the other hand, was grinning like a mad-man at her attempts to strangle him. He laughed as she screamed in frustration, as he managed to rip her small hands off of his throat and flipped them so that she was the one pressed up against the skyscraper, much to her frustration.

"You sick fuck. Why the fuck did you call me out here?" she snarled at him as she attempted to kick him in the gonads, only for him to block her leg almost lazily. "If you really wanted to get your ass kicked that badly, we could have just done it on the outskirts of town – the fuck would you want to do it here for?"

"I got a proposition for you." The raven-haired man responded calmly – completely ignoring her question. Buttercup felt an eyebrow raise before she could stop it. Proposition? What the fuck was he on?

"That being?" she asked wearily, keeping her guard up in case he tried to do something.

"I want you to be my girl."

She felt herself choke in response to his sudden demand. Because that's what it was. It wasn't a question, it was a demand. Like she didn't even have a choice in the matter.

Butch noticed her lack of a response and took it entirely the wrong way. "So, is that a yes?"

She headbutted him viciously in response.

"Ow! Fuck, you cunt!" The muscular teen swore as he pinched the bridge of his now freely bleeding nose, loosening his grip on her slightly. She saw her window of opportunity and took it.

She slammed her fist soundly into his chest, driving him back a foot, and grabbed him by his broad shoulders, switching their positions and throwing him into the damaged skyscraper.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. Your. Problem?" she hissed venomously, pressing him farther and farther into the crumbling wall behind him with each word. "Did you take one too many hits to the head? Do you have brain damage or something?"

Butch only quirked a brow at her – completely unphased by the lime-eyed girl's harsh treatment. His lips pulled back slightly, allowing her to see his perfectly straight teeth, that were tinged slightly red.

"So you gonna be my girl or what?" he asked, ignoring her question, and opted to smile sickly at her through bloodstained teeth.

She let out an irritated snarl and slammed him farther into the skyscraper, feeling the delicious crunch of his bones beneath her hands.

She leaned in so close that her breath tickled his ear and let out a throaty chuckle – the blood burbling in the back of her throat sounding like the sweetest siren song to him. "In your dreams Butch." She cooed, and pressed a chaff kiss to his cheek.

He didn't even have enough time to register what she did, because her fist came flying out of nowhere and gave him a beautifully executed left cross right across his face – snapping his head back – as she bolted off into the bright blue sky.

His neck cracked ominously as he forced his head back around, rubbing his now bruised jaw as he watched her lime green tail fade in the sky after her, with a twisted grin plastered across his face.

She wants me. The brutal male grinned darkly to himself as he took off in the opposite direction – having had enough pummeling for the day, but not nearly enough of her.

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XxX

So one, two, three, take my hand and come with me

Because you look so fine

That I really wanna make you mine