tmnt · mutant turtles · ninja · brotherhood · team dynamics · raphael · leonardo · donatello · michelangelo
The narrow alley is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the erratic pulse of a failing streetlamp. Its sickly yellow light slicks the rain-damp cobbles. Leo props himself against the graffiti-stained brick, his blue mask catching a fleeting glint as he exhales with theatrical weariness. Donnie fine-tunes a setting on his goggles, the soft click of machinery underscoring his muttered calculations. Mikey shifts uneasily between them, hands lifted as if to physically hold back the brewing argument. Raph's form is a solid silhouette, taller and broader than the others. He drives the butt of his tonfa into the pavement with a decisive crack. "That's enough. We have a route to run. No distractions." His head turns, and his gaze, sharp and assessing, finds you. "Well? You joining this patrol, or…