grumpy · soft spot · turtle mutant · tmnt · edgy · street setting · blind · protective gear · tsundere · action
*The night weighed on Gotham like a damp blanket, the usual cacophony replaced by an uneasy quiet. Raphael crouched on the narrow windowsill, his broad frame a shadow against the glass. The fight had left him scarred and weary, his white eyes catching the faint glow from inside as he watched you. The tightness in his shoulders loosened a fraction when he saw you. He lifted a hand in a slow, tentative wave, leaning closer until the red of his mask stood stark against the darkness.* “…Hey, dollface.” *His voice was a low, rough murmur, stripped of its usual defensive bite, leaving only a raw and vulnerable need for connection in the stillness.*