Best Mistake

I'm not entirely sure what I'm gonna do for this fic, but it's something I thought of in the middle of the night probs. I'm highly hydrated and ready to write tf outta this fic. I'm titling everything with ariana grande songs/lyrics cuz I have this playlist for Blossick songs and it's pretty much a lot of ariana grande.

How does she handle being a hero? He wonders. Could she ever be like him? Could he ever be like her? "'Cause you're the best mistake I've ever made."

Blossom/Brick - 18

Rated T

Best Mistake

-1-

We're Gonna Be Alright

Blossom met him on the rooftop of a high end apartment building in the bright, busy city of Townsville. The sound of cars and traffic was faint from the height that they were at. Lights from buildings and the streets gave them enough light to see each other in the pitch black night. He was staring her down as the wind blew through both their long hair. She didn't want to do this. She was tired of constantly fighting this guy, but she knew she couldn't back down on him. Deep breaths calmed her down a little as she pulled her hair back.

"Brick, I don't want to fight you," she said, exasperated. The wind felt cold on her skin, so she pulled her coat together a little tighter. Brick stood on the high spire of the building. He stared at her for a while before jumping down from the spire and meeting her on the terrace of the building. She tensed up a little suspecting a fight, but nothing came from him. He merely sighed and leaned on the terrace wall next to her staring at the lovely sea of stars.

"I don't want to fight you either actually." He sighed. "I'm only here because..." Brick didn't finish his sentence. Blossom was a little too intimidated to say anything. They always fought when they met, but this time was different. Well, it was better than fighting but still… It was slightly unnerving.

"Aren't you tired? Haven't you had enough?" Brick asked instantly. Blossom's eyes widened a fraction. What on earth did he mean by that?

"Excuse me?" She quietly questioned.

"I mean," Brick sighed, "you rescue so many normal human beings. You save them and their families from monsters and villains continuously and… Do they even appreciate that?" His red, narrow eyes were fixed on her pink wide ones.

"Where is this all coming from?" She was surprised at the sudden outburst of questions about her heroism.

"I watch you fight monsters and villains sometimes when the fights are near me. It's strange. You fight with everything. You fight until you're bloody and bruised with broken bones and nasty cuts everywhere. You'd kill yourself to save one person and for what? What do you get out of this? Do they even care about you? Do they even appreciate you?" Brick was out of breath when he had finished. So was Blossom. "While you're cleaning up wounds, what do these humans do? While you're out getting beaten up, where are these citizens?" She never expected this to come out of someone like Brick. His questions processed through her head. Did these townspeople appreciate Blossom and her sisters?

"Of course-" She was about to answer before Brick interrupted her again.

"I once saw you crashing into someone's car because you took the shot for some human. Your head started bleeding. You saved that human's life. When you three finally defeated that villain, the same human came up to you guys and got pissed off at you for breaking her car. You saved her life and she could only think about her damn car. It's actually pathetic honestly," he hissed at the end of his sentence. Blossom knew the people of Townsville weren't the brightest, but she had always let it slide because these people were powerless to stop bad guys. They meant well. They just wanted to live life without having to worry about being in danger. Blossom's job was to ensure that everyone felt safe. She started to relax as he asked her these questions and turned to watch the city beneath her from the terrace. To her, it was breathtaking. Traffic lights, cars lights, street signs and neon signs all made the place illuminated with color. People bustled about at night either getting home from work or to stroll around at night. The stores were getting ready to close up and apartment lights were aglow in the dark night. The people were kind and friendly here. She protected this city. This was a city worth protecting. With a knowing sigh, she answered his questions.

"I… see where you're coming from. Some people aren't so keen on us superhumans and I understand that. We're different because we have power and that scares people, but it's our responsibility to use these superpowers to protect those who don't have the power to do so." She sighed. She wasn't even sure if she meant all superhumans in this city when she referred to "we're". That included the Rowdyruff Boys. "I believe there are a lot of good things in this world and I want to protect them." Brick watched her with astonished eyes. This girl had so much good in her. Blossom Utonium wanted to see this world strive and live on with her protecting it. Sadly, he couldn't see any of the beauty she saw. He hovered a little to sit on the wall.

"I don't understand humans or heroes," he admitted.

"That's alright."

"I just don't understand why you and your sisters haul ass for these ungrateful humans. For this unworthy city." He let out a heavy breath and shook his head. "We'll always be the freaks of this place. It may be normal for us, but these humans don't understand this. They don't understand us. I sometimes wonder if superhumans will ever be fully accepted." He looked doubtful. Blossom brushed her hair back with a smile.

"I'm sure that we're gonna be alright," she said softly. He so badly wanted to say "Well, how do you know that?" but he held his tongue since he didn't want to drag the conversation too long. He stood onto the wall and faced away from the loud city. Blossom stared at him as the wind blew his hair back. He looked uneasy and confused but she understood why. It was time for her to leave too. She was relieved that they didn't fight this time or else it would have caused a large commotion and inconvenience. Instead, she was rather content with talking about heroism… even if it was with one of her enemies.

"We're enemies. Don't forget that, but… I will respect you for what you do everyday for these humans. It's something I could probably never, ever do," Brick confessed. Blossom smiled and shrugged at him.

"Who knows?" Brick looked at her once last time before flying away into the night in a red flash. Blossom's hair and clothes flew around as he left. She watched the red streak of light disappear before she too decided to head home.

It was an insightful patrol for her that night.

When Brick got home to his brothers in his secluded apartment, he flopped onto the scruffy couch. Butch was in the kitchen making dinner and Boomer was asleep on the recliner. Brick started to think about Blossom's answers about heroism. He wasn't sure what came over him when he asked her all those questions, but he was genuinely curious about her heroic life. At that moment, he felt extremely tired and confused. Could Blossom not see how many people took her and her sisters for granted or was she that tolerable to let all of it slide? Has she ever heard these humans bad talking about them on the streets? Brick sure has.

He wasn't even sure why he cared about it. About her. It was all her problem and not his. He sometimes wondered how she handled all the other villains other than him. Was she nice enough to listen to them like she did him?
Not that he was jealous.

"Dinner's done!" Butch called from the kitchen. Brick didn't get up to get a plate but he kicked Boomer awake. He jolted suddenly and rubbed at his eyes.

"Butch finished dinner." Brick forced himself off of the couch and trudged towards the kitchen before Boomer yawned and followed behind. Brick plopped down on a chair and Boomer just grabbed a plate of whatever Butch made and went back into the living room. Butch placed two plates of what seemed to be a baked casserole. Brick was… grateful that Butch could cook. It sure beat eating microwavable food. He was so sick of it. As the two ate, Butch piped up with a question.
"Are we going out sometime to steal or whatever? I don't know, maybe fight the Powerpuffs too?" Brick thought about it. In that moment, he actually didn't want to. He didn't want to go and mess with the girls especially after the strange rendez-vous with his main enemy recently. He felt strange.

"I don't feel like it," he whispered. Butch would always respect his big brother's orders. He felt that something might have happened to Brick, but he held his tongue and replied,

"Okay."

When Blossom had gotten home, she didn't think about Brick's questions. She didn't think about them at the dinner table. She didn't think about them in the bathroom where she got ready to sleep. However, she did think about them when she got to her bed. The lights were turned off and the only light source was the moon shining into her bedroom. His voice crossed her mind. He sounded so calm back there. It was far from how he usually talked and yelled. But the words that came out of his mouth…

Did this city care about Blossom and her sisters? Did they take them for granted? Back on the terrace, Blossom was so confident in her answers but now she was really unsure. The more she thought about the citizens, the more uncertain she felt… and despite not even fighting him on that building...

Brick really had hit a weak spot.

Being a hero was her job and it was extremely dear to her heart. In all honesty, she didn't ask for fame or for recognition. She just liked seeing people safe and happy. However… it would be nice if some of the citizens weren't so rude to her and her sisters when they saved the day. It was just a little pet peeve of hers. Nothing too big. The moon was full that night. It was large and luminous with its light shining into Blossom's room. She closed her eyes and attempted to fall asleep.

I'm tired. This took me a long time to write and I feel like the next chapter will take a long time too. I'm not even sure how I want to end this. There are two ideas and I might do both if requested a lot. I thought it would be best if I posted this now so that it meant I would have to continue the story. I refuse to leave this fic unfinished.