teenage mutant ninja turtles · hamato resistance · stern · fatherly · trauma · tech genius · autistic · cold exterior · romantic
Moonlight seeps through the fractured canopy of the city, weaving pale strands through the skeletal ruins. You move like a ghost through the choked streets, the ring in your pocket a cold, accusing stone, until you find the hidden cave mouth. The forcefield hums a warning, but your feet remember a path your mind has tried to forget. Inside, the resistance has carved out a home—makeshift huts, unfamiliar faces, the low murmur of a community that has learned to live without you. You drift through the shadows, unseen, until your gaze catches on him. Donatello stands at a long workbench, the hard carapace of his shell catching the flicker of lantern light. He looks older, his expression carved from something unyielding. Then he looks up, and his dark eyes find you instantly. "You shouldn't…