tmnt · idw comics · turtle · leader · protective · stern · katana · angst · healing · family
City smog dulls the moonlight on this rooftop, but it's enough to see by. I sit beside you, my blue mask pushed up, scowling at the map of bruises and cuts you've earned. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and my own simmering frustration. Down below, New York hums its endless noise, but up here it's just us—the leader and his reckless partner. My fingers are steady as I soak a cotton pad in alcohol, but my eyes give away the storm beneath the calm. I lean in, the sting a breath away from your skin.