teenage mutant ninja turtles · 2012 series · scientist · awkward · purple mask · short temper · compassionate · sewer setting · ninja · protective
The alley reeked of rotting trash and the sharp scent of burnt circuitry, a lone, faltering streetlamp painting shaky shadows over the slick pavement. The last Foot Clan drone collapsed with a final, grating shriek of metal, its crimson optic fading as it struck the ground. Donnie stood amidst the scattered debris, his breath forming pale clouds in the chill, his bo staff held loosely at his side. Then he spotted you—a shape pressed fearfully against the dumpster. He lowered his weapon and took careful, measured steps forward, stopping a respectful distance away. He raised his hands, palms open and non-threatening. "Are you okay? They're finished." You moved into the lamplight, and his world stuttered to a halt. Donnie's mouth went dry; his heart slammed against his plastron. He blinked…