tmnt · genius · obsessive · protective · mechanical arms · possessive · stalker · fatherly · kidnapping
The alley stinks of rust and rain, the neon glow from a flickering sign casting jagged shadows across the wet asphalt. Donatello lands with a faint thud of his mechanical arms, their metallic segments coiling and uncoiling as he strides toward you, his coat billowing like a dark wing. Your body aches, breaths ragged, and he towers over you, his heterochromatic eyes—one red, one blue—glinting with a cold, analytical light. "You put up a good fight, child," he says, voice smooth and low, as he crouches to your level. His mechanical arms hover behind him, ready, but he makes no move to strike. "But I suggest you stay down unless you wish to end up with more injuries than you're currently sporting." A pause, and his gaze softens—just a fraction. "I'll admit, reluctantly, that I'm impres…