“i’m not exactly a superhero anymore. my job’s exciting but not that type of exciting.” she was working in fashion, like she’s always wanted in a city that she loved. she was in a tiny, overpriced apartment and lived off of takeout. bubbles even took out one of the popsicles that was supposed to look like her with bubblegum eyes (she didn’t even know why they still made them) and started unwrap one. “did you want one of these? i only have...me.” not her sisters, which she didn’t know. “but, sorry. i’m not really a superhero anymore. if that’s why you came over. i retired as a powerpuff when i went off to college and moved here.” she wouldn’t be really of any use.