Chief Mccoy got out his car that Friday afternoon, clearly frustrated about something, due to the look on his face. He had just come from the mayor's office, and he was not pleased with what the meeting was about.
But anyway, he walked up to his daughter's house, as part of the agreement of Wendy adopting the boys was that he would visit and check on them every week. He didn't mind this, as he loved seeing his 'little girl' whenever he got the chance to. He was actually starting to like this little arrangement more and more. Not just because he got to see Wendy, but because of, to his surprise, the effect the boys were starting to have on her. He hadn't seen her this happy in a while.
The door opened and his daughter greeted him. "Hello dad" she hugged him.
"Hello dear. Everything goin' alright?"
"Oh it's going perfectly dad" she let him and offered him a seat on the couch. "The boys are behaving so well. Okay there are some things, mainly with Boomer and Butch, that I have to discipline them on, but no more than the average parent has to." Her tone was so cheerful, as she headed into the kitchen to fetch him a drink.
Mccoy cocked his head. "Yes. You certainly had your moments."
The boys then floated down the stairs, with Boomer seemingly teasing Butch about something. Brick just followed behind, an emotionless expression on his face as always.
"C'mon Butch, I'm sure you'll be amazing" Boomer teased in a mocking tone.
"The game's stupid! What's so fun about kicking a ball around?" Butch rebutted, clearly very annoyed.
The three noticed the chief sat on the sofa. "Hey chief!" waved Boomer.
"Coming to check on us again? It's like we're under house arrest or something" Butch muttered floating into another room.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Mccoy.
"Oh he's only been angry once, it's just that it's lasted since he was born" joked Boomer.
"Our teacher phoned Wendy and suggested that Butch join the school's boys soccer team, said that it would help him socialize with other students" Brick explained.
"I can see where Mr Scott's coming from, I heard Butch scored an unintentional goal from several yards away the other day. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to rub it in some more." the blue ruff zoomed off just as Wendy was coming out the kitchen.
"Boomer be nice" she said as she passed him. "Like I said dad, no more than any other parent can handle" Wendy repeated giving the chief a cup of coffee. The sound of heat vision being fired was then heard from outside. "Looks like they're fighting again" she sighed. "I suppose I'll leave you dad to get, properly, acquainted with your new 'grandson'."
When she left, Chief Mccoy attempted to make conversation with the ruff leader. "So uh Brick, it's nice to finally have a proper one on one with you. Sorry again about you and your brothers getting tranquilised. If it helps I didn't order that."
Brick sighed floating down to sit on the sofa. "It wasn't the first time chief. And I can see that you've just been ordered something yourself. Something you're not too pleased about it seems."
"What?" Mccoy raised an eyebrow. "How did you know-?"
"I saw you from the window. You came out of your car with a very unhappy expression on your face. And you were muttering to yourself about the mayor or something." Brick tapped the side of his head. "Super hearing."
"Hm, I'm quite amazed you deduced that" Mccoy slumped back into the sofa cushions.
"I was at the mayor's office just before I came here. There was a body, found in a creek in a woodland. We brought it back to forensics and identified the body to be a former informant we used to put undercover in the mob." He took a sip of his coffee and stared down at the carpet. "He was strangled to death. And we believe the mob's involvement, obviously."
"No DNA found?" inquired Brick, taking a quick interest in the subject.
"The attacker must've been wearing gloves" Mccoy replied "and we were called to the mayor's office, where she told us to stand down on the case."
He sighed "Typical. Everyone knows by now the mayor's on that crime boss's payroll. But every time someone tries to expose her, there's no evidence to be found" the chief sounded just as annoyed as his daughter when she complained about the mayor.
Brick looked away for a few seconds, then asked the chief a question which Mccoy didn't expect the Rowdyruff to even care about. "The victim, did he, have any family?"
Slightly taken aback, the chief answered "Yeah, yeah he did, sadly. Two kids, poor things. Explaining his death to his wife wasn't pleasant." There was a silence. Brick had a look of empathy on his face, and also appeared to be thinking.
"Anyway" Chief Mccoy stood up. "I'd better go, and Brick," the ruff looked up at him.
"I know these visits must make you feel like you're still criminals, like your green brother said, but I know, now at least, that you're better than that" he told the ruff, an encouraging smile appearing on him.
"I mean, I suppose you know by now that Wendy, your mother, used to be married to another young scientist. Mark was his name. Oh boy did she love him. So when he died three years ago, she hardly left this house. Only leaving for groceries and things like that. Her mother and I hardly ever saw her, preferring to do her work from within that lab of hers. In recent months she's gotten better, but now she has you three."
Carl Mccoy looked back at his grandson. "And she's just as delightful and happy as she used to be when he was alive. I have my little girl back, thanks to you and your brothers." The Chief shouted a goodbye to his daughter, who was still in the other room, before closing the front door to the house.
"See you later dad" Wendy came out the other room with Boomer and Butch by her side. She turned to the two and had her arms folded. "Now if you can't get along you two then I suggest spending some time away from each other. Boomer you go up to your room. Butch, go out to the garden and practice kicking the ball I bought for you."
"Aw but Wendy, I hate playing dumb team sports like that!" Butch protested. "In the prison, whenever I won a game I was still beaten, physically." He said that last part quietly. His mother took pity on the boy when he mentioned that.
"I know honey, but this is an elementary school, far different from prison, I promise. Plus it will help you socialize with the other children, and if you don't like it after a couple of weeks, I'll let you quit, okay?" the scientist reasoned.
"Fine" the toughest ruff sighed, the caring look on Wendy's face didn't make him argue further, and he floated off, as Boomer did too up to his room.
The scientist took a seat in the armchair after dealing with the two boys. "You think that was too strict?" she didn't even know why she was asking Brick that. She was supposed to be parenting him.
"Strict? You only sent them to separate areas" pointed out the red ruff.
"I know I know, I just want to make sure I'm doing it right is all" she sighed. "I never thought I'd be doing it on my own." There was a pause, then she took a more uplifting tone. "So, what were you and dad discussing?"
Brick then explained to her the body that was found by the police. The victim was a former undercover informant for the FDPD, Founders police department. How he had two children, and the mayor told them to stand down on the case.
"Oh typical, I never did like the mayor" Wendy shook her head softly.
After another pause, and some thinking, Brick then asked his mother about a rather big proposal he was considering.
"Wendy" he began, clearing his throat. "The police are not allowed to work on this, so what if, let's say, an outside force investigated and brought the criminal to justice? A force like, myself Boomer and Butch?"
Wendy looked to her son "You three? You mean taking the law into your own hands?"
"Not like vigilantes or anything but, synonymous to what the girls do in Townsville" suggested the ruff leader.
"Brick we're not talking about cartoony villains or cliche monster attacks. It's gangsters, drug dealers, and all sorts of homicidal maniacs you'll be dealing with" warned his mother.
"I know, but that man who was killed had family." Flashes of a bloodied and beaten Boomer and Butch in the prison infirmary went through the ruff's head. "And so do many others who die in this city, because of its crime rate. And the city's government isn't doing enough about it, or hardly anything." He floated off the sofa. "Wendy, what would Mark have said about this?"
Surprised that Brick had said that, his mother went to reply but stopped herself, and looked into space for a few seconds. Without looking back up, she admitted "He, he would've encouraged you."
Brick smiled warmly, as Wendy looked back up at him. "Okay Brick, but I'm not letting you or your brothers do this without some protection. Follow me to the lab."
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Later that evening, all three Rowdyruffs were down in the science lab with Wendy, who had prepared a few things for her children.
"So, we're going to solve a crime. We're actually going to fight criminals? Like Bubbles and her sisters?" Boomer looked at his older red brother. Both 'younger' brothers received an explanation earlier from Brick about what they would be doing that night.
"So much for 'staying neutral'" commented Butch.
A few minutes ago, Wendy asked the boys to change their clothes into ones she gave them.
"But Wendy, these look exactly the same as our typical outfits" Boomer pointed out.
"These shirts and trousers are different from your usual ones Boomer" explained the scientist. "You see, inbetween the lining of the fabric is a thin layer of flexible armour to protect you."
"Wendy you of all people should know that things like bullets or knives can't penetrate our skin" reminded Butch.
"I know Butch, but this is actually to protect you boys against duranium bullets or blades, or any other metal or substance that could harm you. Now you have the schematics for the FDPD morgue, that's where you'll find the body, and Brick, I've built into your hat something you'll need to scan it. It's the same software you used to track down my father, chief Mccoy, when he was captured by the mob" she explained to them.
"Thanks Wendy. Now then boys, let's head to the police building, and see if we can do something about this murder" Brick ushered, flying to the window, his brothers following behind.
Before they could leave however, Wendy called out "Wait boys!" They turned around. "Just, be careful."
Brick nodded. "We'll be fine" he smiled reassuringly and proceeded to fly out with Boomer and Butch. The scientist woman sighed, hoping she was doing the right thing.
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In the FDPD building, Brick led his brothers through the ventilation shafts, sneaking through as quietly as they could, until they reached the vent leading into the morgue. They flew out, and were luckily the only three in the room.
"There's one camera in the room, but it's facing the door so don't worry" Butch noticed.
Brick got onto the comm placed in his ear. "Wendy we're at the morgue. You said you installed software into my hat?"
"Yes, press a button on the right side of your belt" Wendy instructed.
Brick did so, and the bill of his hat spun around so it was at the front, and a small red transparent screen with figures and numbers on it dropped down in front of his eyes.
"Just like that phone when you rescued my father."
Brick scanned over the body slabs in the walls through the screen before pointing at one. "There."
Butch and Boomer pulled out the slab and unzipped the body bag. "Jeez, it's kinda unnerving, actually staring a body in the face" the tough ruff admitted.
"I don't wanna look," Boomer turned away.
Brick floated up and examined over the body through the red screen. "Mccoy said the victim was strangled to death. This is evident by the marks on his neck. And he was right about the attacker wearing gloves, there's not a trace of DNA on the victim's neck."
The Rowdyruff glanced up at the victim's head. "But hang on, there's a small strand of hair on the victim's head that isn't his." He scanned the hair. "And it belongs to, Joe Briggs."
"That assassin you tried to capture that one time?" Butch remembered his brother telling him about that.
Brick then noticed some particles on the victim's shoulder, again through the red screen. "These don't seem to have originated from the victim, they must've rubbed off from the attacker during the struggle. Particles usually found on a barge ship."
Brick got on the comm. "Wendy, hack into the CCTV cameras around the docks, and playback within the last 24 hours."
She did so and brought up several split screens on her computer, rewinding and scanning through them.
"Hm, there are a number of barges here on the docks, and a different number of people heading on and off of them. But wait, here's a barge that's unaccounted for. I'm sending you the footage."
Brick viewed the footage on the screen in front of his eyes. "Nothing so far-, wait there!" The screen zoomed in. "That's him, Joe Briggs, it matches his profile. He boarded that ship and he's still there. Boomer, Butch, follow me." The red screen went back up and the bill of Brick's hat spun back around.
"Guess we're really doing this" Boomer shrugged at Butch before tailing after their leader through the vent.
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Near the Barge at the Founders docks, three different coloured eyes drifted through the night sky, landing behind some ship crates. Using their x-ray vision they scanned over the boat, a plan forming in red's head.
"Okay, Briggs is on starboard. We don't want to alert everyone, so Butch, you sneak in through the window into the corridor outside the room he's in, and take out any mobsters silently, just like that way you taught me."
Butch nodded. Brick turned to the other ruff. "Boomer you come with me."
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"So when does this sail out?"
"First thing tomorrow morning. Picking up another 'shipment'."
"You comin' with Briggs?"
"Na, the mayor's ordered my case to be dropped, so I don't need to hide or-, What the hell!"
A circular red stream was forming in the wall until it disappeared entirely. The silhouettes of two circles with small bodies floated mid air.
"It's those Rowdy, uh, boys or somethin'!"
"Boomer, the mobsters." The pair of blue eyes darted at the men and women drawing their guns, knocking all of them out, and the red ones turned it's gaze towards Briggs, who was trying to stand up and draw a gun himself.
A red light zapped it out his hand, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt and facing him. "What do you want?" Briggs demanded, surprised how tight the grip was.
Brick spoke in a threatening voice "A strand of your hair, it was found on that victim you strangled. The one you dumped in the creek."
"What do you care if I killed him? Did the cops send you?"
"Of course not." Brick then saw the knife Briggs pulled from his belt and countered a swipe from it a bit too late, as Briggs got out of his grasp and ran to the door, past Boomer who had knocked out the other mobsters by now.
The red ruff cursed. 'Note for future, always expect second attack from enemy' Brick chased him. "Butch!" he shouted.
The green ruff, who had been knocking people out by the dozen all without a sound, turned to see Briggs running his way. The assassin took a swing with the blade at him, but Butch dodged it, and performed a martial art flipping Briggs over, and punched him out.
Picking him up by the belt, not being considerate of him at all, the three ruffs heard the sound of more about to come through the door, so they smashed through the roof, leaving the mobsters flabbergasted at what happened, and jetted towards the FDPD building.
It wasn't long before a few police officers came out and found an unconscious Joe Briggs on the front steps with a note which read 'check the hair on the strangled victim'.
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"Well that was, kinda awesome" Boomer expressed, flying alongside the other two supers.
"This isn't a game Boomer. People could get hurt when dealing with criminals like this" Brick reminded, as the three of them arrived back at the lab in the house, where their parent, and the blue Powerpuff greeted them.
"Boys you did it! You actually caught him" Wendy came over and hugged them, amazed and very proud of the trio.
"You three solved a crime? I can't believe it I can't believe it! Does this mean you're heroes now?" the Powerpuff jumped up and down excitedly.
"Hey Bubbles, did you just get here?" asked Boomer.
"Since it's not a school night I'm allowed to stay up a little later, and I managed to sneak away. Got here just a few minutes ago" she floated over to her counterpart to hear about what the boys did this evening. Leaving out the more grim details, Boomer filled her in on what just happened.
"How was it?" Wendy asked her eldest son, both of them standing by the computer.
"It was, Exhilarating, but necessary." The ruff took off his hat and ruffled his scruffy stuck up hair.
"Well good, because I don't think you'll just be dealing with adversaries in this city for long" Wendy commented in a worried tone.
"What do you mean?" Brick looked up.
"Bubbles told me just before you returned" she motioned over to the Powerpuff.
With the attention of all three ruffs, the girl explained. "Now don't get worried from what I'm about to say, but, both Blossom and Buttercup, well, now know about you three."
"They what?" questioned Butch, as he and Boomer were taken aback slightly. Brick remained silent.
"Don't worry, Blossom isn't the type of person to just go in and arrest someone without confir-, cofirma- uh, knowing that the person is guilty. So hopefully with a bit of reasoning, she won't do anything against you and leave you be."
The blonde rested her hands together. "Who knows, maybe she'll be proud of you three starting to solve crimes in this city."
Butch scoffed "I doubt it."
Wendy was too thinking about what Bubbles had informed them. She didn't know Bubbles's sisters personally, but from what she heard from Townsville, they were reasonable most of the time, and while they have made mistakes before, if the situation was explained to them clearly they would see that the boys no longer pose a threat. If anything, the opposite now.
"I have an idea," she announced. "As you know, I used to know Professor Utonium back in Townsville. Bubbles, do you think it would be okay if I phoned your father tomorrow and asked to see him again. Just to explain everything concerning the boys, to him and your sisters?"
The puff's eyes widened and a bright smile grew on her face. "You visit us? Of course! The Professor would love that! Just, please don't tell I've been meeting with you, please."
Wendy nodded.
Looking at each other, the boys unanimously agreed that it was a good idea.
Glancing at her watch, Wendy turned to the children. "It's getting quite late. You can stay and talk to the boys for a little bit longer Bubbles, but they have to have a bath and go to bed soon, even if it isn't a school night."
Brick caught onto that. "I don't know about that anymore," he whispered.
The parent performed a quick medical check on the boys each while Bubbles was talking to her counterpart who was waiting his turn. "So how's school going?"
"We're, socially improving. At least that's how Brick put it. Our teacher is very nice and suggested Butch join the soccer team, which he wasn't too happy about," he said in a quieter voice. "And Wendy had to calm him down," the ruff laughed.
Bubbles giggled "Tee-hee, Buttercup plays for the soccer team at our school." The blonde girl then remembered "Boomie, you know when you asked me why I didn't call the Professor dad? Well, don't you call Wendy mom? I haven't heard you say it yet."
The Rowdyruff placed a hand on his chin. "Hm, dunno, never really thought about it."
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Eventually, it was time for Bubbles to go. After saying goodbye, the boys took their baths, which afterwards Brick floated downstairs in his pyjamas, to quickly see if the news was reporting anything about Joe Briggs being caught. And while it was reporting he was in custody, nothing was mentioned about Brick or his brothers.
"You're brothers are in bed now Brick" Wendy appeared beside him turning off the television, clearly ready for bed herself, wearing a robe over her night dress. She didn't seem very tall without her heels. "C'mon, you'd better go yourself" she yawned.
"Of course." Before the red leader wanted to go to sleep however, he was still curious about something. From earlier today in his conversation with Chief Mccoy.
"Wendy," he wasn't quite sure how to start. "When I was speaking with your father, he told me that he'd hadn't seen you happier since you were with Mark. This, Mark Innlost. And it occurs to me that you haven't really told us about the 'creator of chemical X', so to speak. I mean, there's a wardrobe full of a man's clothing up there, and you still sleep on one side of a double bed" he pointed out, to which there was a pause.
Brick then felt some regret, maybe he shouldn't have asked, as it was probably a sensitive subject to her.
The woman knew eventually she would have to tell this story. The story of the boys would have been adoptive father. And perhaps it was best to tell it to Brick first, being the most mature out of the three. She just had to. "You're right Brick, I should tell you about him. He's the reason you, you're brothers, and the Powerpuff girls are here in the first place. You have a right to know"
She took a seat on the sofa, fiddling with the arm rest. Looking at her son, she gave a soft comforting smile whilst patting the space next to her. Brick floated over and sat down as she began her story.
"As I told Boomer, I used to live in Townsville and went to high school there. My father started off as a cop in Townsville. It wasn't as bad with crime as it was just before the girls were created."
She shuffled her shoulders slightly as she delved back into her memories. "In high school, I was a bit of a science geek, even back then" she let out a short laugh.
"And of course, I didn't fit in with anyone else, at first. Often I was teased by the popular girls. One of them grew up to marry that Mr Morebucks guy, could you believe it? And, one day, they deliberately tripped me up by the lockers, making me drop all my books and papers. They were laughing and giggling of course, walking off leaving me to pick everything up. And then a boy started helping me, and offered his hand."
Smiling warmly at the memory she continued. "I knew who he was already because he was in some of the same classes as I. But that was the first time we really talked to each other. He asked if I was okay and noticed from my papers I was interested in the same subjects of science as he was."
Wendy turned to Brick. "And he introduced me to Professor Utonium, well, just John Utonium then obviously. And your teacher, Mr Scott, well, Alfie."
Wendy at this point seemed to mentally drift off into the past, judging by the look in her eyes. "The four of us became quite good friends for the rest of high school. We weren't the popular kids, somewhat geeky, but it was four, the gang, if you will" she chuckled. "And of course there was Sarah too occasionally.
"Eventually Mark and I started sitting together in classes that we both happened to be in. And although John too was interested in science, he wasn't interested in the same types of sciences as myself and Mark were. And out of the four, I would talk and hang out with Mark the most."
"He wasn't handsome or the best looking person ever, heck I'm a plain Jane myself" she chuckled. "But he was incredibly intelligent, a genius even. And he had a heart of gold. Whenever I was depressed or those other girls teased me again, he would be right there like a knight, and he wasn't a tough kid, but he was assertive when he wanted to be. Always telling me, 'People may be aggravating you now, but they'll come begging for help in the future'. Oh he made me laugh, in a good way. He was so ambitious. Had all these quirky little mannerisms, which other people found weird but it's just how he was" she remembered fondly.
"I remember conducting science experiments with him, which ninety percent of the time ended in an explosion. Sometimes a fire. His parents were hardly home most of the time anyway. He didn't exactly have the best of relations with them. They always told him he was going to be a failure. That an 'alchemist' wasn't a real job. But that didn't stop him, you know, he always said he'd invent a chemical one day. A chemical that could revive life."
"Revive life?" Brick repeated tilting his head. He didn't know chemical X was going to be used for that.
"Yes" Wendy confirmed. "He wanted to find a way to bring people back from the dead, and figured chemistry was the way. He spent his last years in high school either studying, figuring out a way to create said chemical, or, with me. Him and I were spending more of our time together. It wasn't long 'til we became boyfriend and girlfriend. And I fell in love with him."
She paused for a bit. "During our school time, us four in the gang always dreamed of going to Founders city and making it big there. And during our time in college, my dad, as you know, got a job here in the force. I panicked as I thought I wouldn't be able to see Mark as much, but he was full of surprises, and a week after I left he got a job as a lab assistant here and rented out a very small run down apartment."
"So did you move in with him?" wondered Brick.
"Actually, I did. I didn't care about the state of the apartment. And while he worked his way up as a scientist, ending up working for the city's government, I took a job as a lawyer at first, helping men and fathers get custody of children. We were both twenty three then, and a year later, he proposed, and we married."
She turned to Brick again. "We were very young I know, but we didn't care. After we married we bought this house and built the lab downstairs. I left my job as a lawyer and became a scientist like him, where he started working on creating that 'miracle' chemical. He spent years working to perfect it. Down in that very lab."
She cleared her throat. "In fact, when a man who tragically died and donated his body, Ian, the person's name was, it was used by Mark to test the chemical on. It didn't work of course, and the man's body is still frozen up in a capsule at the Founders research lab."
Brick heard Wendy's voice become quieter and softer. "Mark used several radiation experiments on the chemical, which I assisted with. Though now," she turned away from Brick. "Now I know that was the worst decision we ever made. The worst the radiation ever did to me was leave me infertile, hence why we never had any children, even though we both really wanted them. But with Mark,"
She sucked in a sharp breath "He, he developed cancer from radiation exposure." She paused again, composing herself. "He died three years ago in the hospital, with me holding his hand."
The Rowdyruff observed his mother with a blank expression, noticing a single tear run down her cheek. He was speechless.
"He was twenty nine. I became a widow at age twenty nine. After his funeral I hardly left this house. Preferring to work at home, only going out when I had to, groceries and that." She sniffed.
"I spent most days crying, not socialising. Mark did create a chemical in the end, it's what chemical X is now, though I hated the blasted thing, gave most of it to John in Townsville, which he created the girls with. Even I was amazed that it did do something. It created life. You boys and the girls. It gave you all these powers too. But it took his life."
She sighed again "In recent months I've been getting better, and when I found you, recognising the look the chemical gave the girls on you, well I became fascinated, and wanted to take you in. One last thing he left for me."
The only noise in the room now was the clock ticking and it was getting darker. Brick floated to his parent.
"Wendy" he put a stub on her shoulder. "Sorry for making you tell me this. You don't have to tell Boomer and Butch just yet. And if it helps, Mark definitely sounded like a fantastic man and a genius." Brick nearly lost his brothers once, he couldn't imagine actually losing them.
The scientist wiped her face. "He was, and it's okay, I'll tell them tomorrow. Sorry about this" she referenced her face. "It wouldn't do for a child to see a parent like this would it?" she made a nervous laugh. "We'd better get you to bed love."
"Don't apologise" Brick comforted, floating up the stairs with her. "For anything."
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Tucking them in, Wendy said the goodnight courtesies to her children. "So, is this hero thing going to continue?" she smiled.
"Maybe, though I doubt the people of Founders will accept us with open arms" Butch sighed.
"Yeah" Boomer melancholy expressed. "Some of the kids at school shout things at us. Like 'you three are all still evil'. 'You're all criminals, you're not the Powerpuff girls!' Oh face it. People are always going to like the girls better than us. At the end of the day, girls are sugar spice and everything nice, and boys are snips snails and puppy dogs tails."
"So what if you are? That's a bad thing is it?" Wendy interjected. "Puppy dogs are cute aren't they?" she ruffled Boomer's hair.
"And snails must be strong if they can carry their homes on their backs everywhere" she did the top button on Butch's shirt up.
"And isn't hair a sign of maturity, wisdom, and intelligence?" she tucked Brick in.
"Those ingredients make the perfect little boys, and it wouldn't be any other way." she gave each of them a kiss on the head, and headed out switching off the light. "Goodnight sweeties."
"Goodnight mom" yawned Boomer.
The scientist closed the door gently, and as she turned to go to her room, she felt a tear, a tear of joy this time, roll down her cheek which she wiped away, and repeated what Boomer had said. "Mom."
Hey guys! Sorry for the very late update again. This was longer than most chapters. Oh and I know apparently Professor Utonium went to elementary school in the 50s, but let's say for the sake of this story he's the same age as Wendy. Hope you enjoyed this backstory of chemical x, and the boys first, technically first, night as crimefighters. Thanks for the reviews favs and follows.
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