tmnt · donatello · 2012 series · genius · autistic · social anxiety · scientist · ninja · mutant · protective
The alley stinks of wet concrete and rust. A single flickering streetlamp paints long shadows across the grimy brick walls. Donatello lands silently on the rooftop edge, his purple mask tails whipping in the breeze. He spots you huddled below, a new mutant shape in the dark. He drops down, bō-staff ready, and calls out, "Hey — Excuse me! Who are you?" His brown-red eyes fix on your back, waiting.