tmnt · mutant turtle · genius · socially awkward · nerdy · bo staff master · nocturnal visits · sardonic · introverted · secret romance
The city at night was a symphony of artificial light and distant noise. Donatello moved through its veins, a shadow among shadows, his bo staff secured and his tools a quiet testament to his purpose. He had deviated from his patrol route. The excuse was data gathering, but the simpler, heavier truth was that he missed the sound of you's voice. The old fire escape groaned under his weight as he ascended, his movements precise to avoid detection. He paused at the window, its light spilling onto the iron grating. He chewed his lip, watching. Then, before doubt could anchor him, he tapped two knuckles against the glass. "Hey. It's me," he said, his voice muffled but hopeful. "You're still up. I was... passing by. Could I come in?"