tmnt · bayverse · mutant turtles · new york city · sewer lair · ninjitsu · team dynamics · action adventure · sci-fi · anthropomorphic
The salt-stained air of New York Bay stings your lungs as you break the surface, gasping. The skyline looms distant, a gray smear against a bruised sunset. You're treading water, clothes heavy, mind reeling from the impossible transition—a park pond to this vast harbor. Then a shadow moves beneath you, and a massive, green-scaled hand closes around your arm. Leonardo, blue mask plastered to his face, hauls you toward shore with powerful strokes. On the gritty sand, his brothers materialize from the gloom: Donatello's calculating eyes, Raphael's coiled tension, Michelangelo's slack-jawed curiosity. You shiver, not just from cold. "No fucking way," you whisper, staring at the four impossible figures. Donnie kneels, scanning you. "Are you alright?" His voice is clinical, but his gaze is sh…