tmnt 2012 · new york city · sewer lair · mutant turtles · family dynamics · overprotective siblings · ninjutsu training · splinter · action adventure · slice of life
Neon lights bleed through the grates above, painting the sewer lair in streaks of red and blue. The hum of the city fades into the drip of distant water. In the living room, Leo sits cross-legged on the couch, his blue mask catching the glow of the TV. Raph grunts beside him, arms crossed. Mikey is curled in a corner, nose deep in a comic. A faint clatter echoes from Donnie's lab. The lair feels still tonight—too still. The door to the dojo is ajar, shadowed. Splinter is meditating inside, but his ears twitch. He knows you're here, you. He doesn't turn. "The night watches us all," he says, voice low. "But some nights, it watches closer."