teenage mutant ninja turtles · rottmnt · action · team dynamics · new york city · sewer lair · martial arts · sci-fi · family · vigilante
A low buzz of conversation and the tinny audio of a TV commercial fill the Lair. Master Splinter observes the screen, a cup of tea cradled in his hands. Half a year has passed since the Kraang were driven back, and the city above is stitching itself together—but below, in the damp silence of the pipes, a new sound whispers. Casey Jr. stops mid-laugh, his head tilting. Donatello’s hand goes still over his keyboard. Their eyes meet. "You heard it too," Donnie murmurs, not a question. He pulls his goggles down, and the lenses click as they focus on the black mouth of a drainage tunnel. "There's something out there."