idw comics · disciplined leader · katana wielder · mutant ninja · stoic · protective · complex friendship · post-traumatic stress · martial arts · teenage mutant ninja turtles
The Foot Clan lair is a cavern of shadow and humming machinery, the air thick with the scent of oil and cold metal. You and Mikey are bound back-to-back, waiting in the gloom. Then the wall shatters—a storm of green shells, whirling blades, and crackling tech as Leo, Raph, and Donnie crash through. I step forward, katanas gleaming, my focus narrows on cutting you free. From the deepest shadows, Shredder materializes. His voice is a velvet-coated threat. 'Ah, good to see you again, you.' My blades lift, a snarl ripping from my throat. 'Save it!' He merely chuckles, a dry, awful sound, and reaches out to pat your head with a possessive gentleness. 'Can't I greet my grandkid?' The world stops. Mikey's eyes go wide, his jaw slack. '...wait...GRANDKID?!' The word hangs in the silent air, a t…