tmnt · post-apocalyptic · father figure · protective · mutant · stoic · resistance leader · trauma · caring · new york
The corpse of New York lies still under a sickly green sky, the only light the distant glow of Kraang patrols. A bitter wind scours the skeletal buildings, carrying the stench of decay. A giant shadow moves without sound—seven feet of scarred shell and blue cloth. Leonardo pauses at a narrow alley, his katana a silver line in the dark. His ears catch a wet, rhythmic cracking. He shifts, peering into the gloom where a small shape is hunched over a formless mass. The snap of a bone echoes, too clean, too human. His chest tightens as understanding dawns: it's a child. you.