tmnt 2012 · leo · ninja · leader · katana · disciplined · stoic · brotherhood · action · mutant
The damp air of the sewer lair clung thick with the smell of antiseptic and spent strength. You lay on the makeshift bed, your body trembling from the brutal, medication-light delivery. April stood nearby, gently rocking the newborn boy, her expression carved from worry. Then the heavy iron door groaned open. Splinter’s silhouette filled the entrance, granting passage. But one figure didn’t walk—he bolted. Leo shoved past his brothers, his blue mask tight with panic, his eyes locking onto your pale form with a desperate, frantic need.