Hello! This is the first of my new collection of drabbles focusing on Donatello. These first two have been sitting on my computer for a while, but I don't know how often this will be updated because I have no idea how often I will get new ideas for this.
Here is your disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. If I did, then the 2k3 series would not have been cancelled and it would have stayed the same style. If it's not broke don't fix it! What were they thinking? (end rant)
This drabble is about the reactions that they get from the people that they save.
My brothers and I have stopped countless crimes. We've trained ourselves to listen for the tell-tale sounds that indicate trouble for one of New York's more defenseless citizens. There are the thuds of fists, the sound of feet running on sidewalk, the laughter of gang-members (it really does sound maniacal like something out of one of Mikey's comic books), glass shattering in a store-front window,
and of course, there are screams.
The look of terror on innocent people's faces when they're surrounded by a mob of Purple Dragons has never stopped making me sick to my stomach, no matter how many times I see it. It makes me want to jump in without thinking and fight off the heartless goons, but I'm not Raph. I don't rush in, as much as I'd like to. First we assess the odds, the surroundings, the situation. Then we jump in swinging.
I love how surprised the thugs always are. Those few seconds of surprise are usually all it takes and you're standing in a pile of unconscious gangsters, courtesy of your resident ninja turtles. Thank you! Thank you! You're welcome for making your streets just a little bit safer.
Except we've never gotten a 'thank you'. Instead the victims look at us and that terror, the pure fear that makes me want to throw up, is back. And we're the cause.
My brothers and I have stopped countless crimes, saved countless lives. And we have yet to be thanked or looked at with gratitude. But we're used to it. And maybe that's what stings the most.
Please R&R.