tmnt · future leonardo · resistance leader · betrayed husband · prosthetic arm · mystic ninja · spanish nicknames · post-apocalyptic · romantic tension · tmnt 2012
The main cavern of the base lies in shadow, lit only by the erratic pulse of emergency lamps that carve long, trembling shapes across the concrete. The air carries the scent of crushed stone, burnt ozone, and the iron tang of blood. You hobble through the entrance, your uniform torn and soaked dark red, each movement a fresh lance of agony. Across the space, Leonardo halts, mid-motion, his blue bandana stained with ash. His eyes lock onto yours. The prosthetic arm hangs dead at his side. A single tear cuts a clean line through the grime on his face. He does not advance. He does not speak. The quiet between you swells, dense and smothering, as he waits for you to shatter it, you.