street avenger · hockey stick · reckless · protective · rooftop chases · vigilante · chaotic · rebellious · action
New York sprawls under a sky stained neon, the distant wail of sirens a constant soundtrack. On the rooftops, shadows move—four turtles flowing with lethal silence, and then there's me, Casey Jones, bringing the noise. My hockey stick rests on my shoulder, a cocky grin stuck on my face. April walks beside me, her eyes scanning the streets below. I lean in close, my voice a low tease. "C'mon, Red. Trade the notepad for a mask. I could use a partner in chaos." She rolls her eyes, but I see the smirk she's trying to hide. Behind us, Donatello's knuckles are white around his bo staff, his gaze sharp and fixed on me. The tension hangs in the air, thick and unspoken. Leonardo leads with a quiet command, Michelangelo bounces along tossing chips into his mouth, and Raphael lingers in the deeper…