Lords of the Playlist

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

Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.

Track 74: Trouble – Cage The Elephant

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my favourite berserker. So, what exactly did you do this time Butch?

Butch groaned inwardly and fought the urge to walk over and smash his head against the row of bars that made up one wall of his cell. He didn't want to deal with her smugness right now. In fact, he didn't want to deal with her period – not when he was in this state anyways – but she was his ticket to getting out of his current predicament, so he would play nice. He knew the drill better then anyone.

He looked up and sent her a smile that wasn't exactly a smirk but not exactly a genuine smile. "Why don't you ask your lapdogs? They were the ones that found me and dosed me in Antidote X." he gestured down to his still-damp clothes. "Fucking pricks dumped two barrels of the stuff on me."

Buttercup rolled her lime orbs that made his dimly lit cell seem even darker in comparison. "I did, but apparently you weren't being the most cooperative with them – not that it surprises me. So, I want you to tell me why you were wrecking the joint. It's a little out of character for you."

He laughed at that. "Out of character? Babe, I'm a Rowdyruff – wrecking shit is what I do."

She glared at him. "You know what I mean. For Christ's sake Butch we're twenty-five years old now. Not five. What's up."

"What's up? Whadda mean 'what's up'? I'm a bad guy babe, it's what I do."

"Not like this. Come on Butch. I know you better than anyone else – except for maybe your brothers. I'll tell you something that we'll keep just between us: I don't really enjoy seeing you behind bars for doing pointless violence, so I'll tell you what: you tell me what's really going on, and I'll see about getting you a reduced sentence."

"Oh Sunshine, you drive a hard bargain."

"Shut up smartass, you're in no position to get fresh with me."

He stiffed a groan. She was right of course, and in his current state, he couldn't use his powers to get himself out. He'd play her little game for now… until the Antidote X wore off and he could bust himself out at least.

"Truth is babe…. I don't have an answer for you."

Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I was born and bred to do evil. I'm bad Butters. It's just in my nature. I can't really explain it… it's just like there's a voice in my head that tells me that I need to do damage." He closed his eyes as he tried to formulate into words the turmoil that was his mind.

"I just have to do it. You know? Just like you have to do good, I have to do bad. It's in my blood."

Buttercup was quiet for a minute as she processed what he said. Finally, she approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, making him look up at her.

"You know… you don't have to be the bad guy. People change all the time… you can too."

He was quiet as she shot him a half smirk and walked out of his cell, shutting the door behind her. "I'll talk to the police for you, tell them that you were under the influence or something. I'll see you later Butch."

The bars slammed shut, leaving him alone with his thoughts – what she said still bouncing around in his head.

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XxX

I've been facing trouble almost all my life

My sweet love, won't you pull me through?

Everywhere I look I catch a glimpse of you

I said it was love and I did it for life