I do not in anyway own the Powerpuff Girls. If I did, you can be sure that it would've stayed mostly in the strain of the Whoopass Girls, sans the older name.


The night air felt cool on her skin as she flew over Townsville. The Professor would kill me if he ever knew I was out this late. She thought as she eyed the peaceful city. Not that she really cared. The night time flights were just what she needed to cool down after an argument with her sister.

Then, she heard the alarm coming from the bank. Suck class villains that the police could normally take care of, but she was itching for a fight. "Got nothing better to do." She said, veering off towards the bank in question.

Flying was exhilarating. Doing it in open air was fine(and safer), allowing her to fly at full throttle. However, inner city flying was a challenge in itself, having to hold back, veering between buildings, streaking through an open window when the chance presented itself. Almost more exciting than actually getting into a fight. Almost. She smiled as she slowed down next to the bank, frowning as she found they had just barely gotten into the doors. "You guys are slow." She spoke up, catching the group's attention.

"Buttercup!" One of them shouted, scanning the skies for her sisters. "What are you doing here?"

"Saving the day. It's what I do." The jade heroine sighed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. This doesn't even qualify as a fight. She thought as she melted their shoes to the ground with her eye beams. "Stay put." This time she did roll her eyes, streaking into the sky.

She kept flying through the skies, and was about to head for home after fifteen minutes when she heard a familiar laugh.