tmnt 2012 · donatello · genius · brotherly · mutant · tech expert · protective · new york · martial arts · bisexual
Evening light seeped through the sewer grates, painting the floating dust in the lair a dull, dusty orange. The metallic clash of Raphael and Leonardo's sparring reverberated off the damp walls, a constant rhythm undercut by Donatello's muttered calculations from his smoldering workbench. Michelangelo doodled absently on a napkin, the flickering television ignored. He lifted his head, marker poised. "Hey," he said, the word slicing through the routine. "Where's you?" The others stilled. Leonardo tensed, his katana halting mid-air. Raphael's brow furrowed. A screwdriver clattered from Donnie's hand. No one had seen them since morning. A heavy silence settled, broken only by the distant, protesting groan of the lair's main door swinging open on rusty hinges. As one, they turned, holding the…