Daniel 'Drawback' Drake (c) Vino-Lerrej on Deviantart (vino-lerrej . deviantart . com)
Design of Drawback by me

The turtles were out on their nightly patrol, rushing over the rooftops under the moonlight with Casey tagging along. The wind cascaded across their faces, blowing their masks and hair behind them as they continued to run. Their eyes were peeled and their ears were perked for any sign of trouble that would require them to intervene. The moonlight hanging above their heads was beginning to slowly disappear behind heavy cloud cover that looked darkened with the threat of rain. A single drop fell from the clouds hanging above, and gently plinked onto Mikey's cheek. He raised his head to stare at the sky and slid to a stop, just short of the edge of the building his brothers and Casey had already leapt away from. Donnie and Casey looked back at the youngest turtle as they were in mid-jump to the neighbouring building. They landed, but didn't keep running. "Mikey?" Donnie inquired, prompting Leo and Raph to stop as well. Mikey looked down at his brother with a smile beaming across his face.

"It's about to rain," he told them. "I felt a drop on my-." He was interrupted by a burst of thunder drowning out his voice and glanced up at the sky once more, just as the clouds released their downpour. Mikey closed his eyes and spread out his arms, enjoying the feeling of the rushing water. Casey raised his hockey-gloved hands over his head in a futile attempt to keep dry. The group of friends remained on the roof, letting the rain wash over them for a short moment.

"Does this mean we can end the patrol early?" Casey spoke up, gaining everyone's attention.

"Awe, can't handle a little rain?" Raph teased.

"You don't know how it feels to move around in soaked threads, since you guys never wear clothes," Casey barked at the hot-headed turtle. But before the two could get into it with each other, the sound of shattering glass made everyone alert. They rushed to the edge of the buildings, Mikey still on the previous roof, and looked to the streets below.

Leo shot out his hand, pointing at a shop that was missing its window pane, "there."

"Dudes!" Mikey cried out, bringing his hands to the side of his face like he was mimicking Home Alone. "That's Carl's Comics! It used to be owned by the twins' grandfather." He was referring to the Grimm twins, Kaitlyn and Kris, who had become close friends of theirs.

"Who owns it now?" Leo asked.

"No one," Donnie informed them. "It's been abandoned ever since his passing."

"So what!?" Casey exclaimed angrily. "It belonged to friends. So instead of standing around and yappin', we need to get down there and show whatever punks in there that they don't mess with our friends!" Without waiting for a response, the teen jumped off the edge and used windowsills to make it to ground level safely.

"Casey, no!" Raph called after him, seconds too late. They followed after their human friend as he was charging across the street and into the comic shop that was being robbed.

"Hey, creep!" Casey shouted as he got inside. "This shop belongs to a friend a'mine, so you better peel off before I teach you a solid lesson about disrespectin' my friends!"

"What makes you think you can teach me a lesson?" came a mellow, silky-toned voice from the shadowed area behind the cash register. Casey jerked his hockey stick towards the voice as a black, teenage boy, only about a year older than him, emerged from the dark and leaned his elbows casually against the counter. "I seem to remember being the one to protect you when we were kids." The burglar had a sly smile running across his tall face. The tattoo on his left arm and the signature Purple Dragon vest he wore made it clear that he was a member of the gang. He had on a gray tank top underneath the vest, and wore olive green cargo shorts with green converse shoes. A small, dark earring hung from his left lobe. Hazel eyes sat underneath his boxy eyebrows, accompanied by a wide nose and thick lips, and his hair stuck up in a twisted-fade style. Casey's eyes grew wide with shock and recognition, his stick lowering slightly from being distracted. The turtles dove into the store, rolling to their feet and raising their weapons. The burglar raised his eyebrows at the mutants' arrival, intrigued by their presence but familiar enough with the stories his gang spread about them to not be overly surprised.

"Danny?" Casey squeaked. The turtles paused to glance at him, curious at how he knew the intruder's name.

"They call me Drawback, now that I'm rolling with the Purple Dragons," the burglar replied, his sly smile peaking upwards in one corner of his mouth.

"You know this creep?" Raph whispered to his hockey-mask-wearing friend. Casey was too distracted to hear him, though, and instead lowered his weapon to roll closer to Drawback on his skates.

"The Purple Dragons!?" Casey blurted. "When did that happen!? Why did it happen?"

"Don't act so surprised, Case," Drawback told him gruffly, sly demeanour shifting places with anger and irritation. "We haven't seen each other in years. S'funny how something like that can downsize a friendship pretty quick."

"But the Purple Dragons!? The Danny I knew would never've considered joining such scum of the Earth!" Casey shot back, jabbing a finger to his former friend. The turtles glanced between themselves and the argument awkwardly, not sure how to intervene, or even if they should.

Drawback smacked Casey's hand away before retorting, "Drawback, man! And you don't know nothing about the Dragons. I joined to keep my Ma's shop from being a target, but I found out pretty quick how cool they were; how cool they live."

"There's nothing cool about stealing," Casey growled through gritted teeth. "Especially from my friends' Grandfather!" He reached across the counter, grabbing Drawback's shirt collar and yanking him over. Drawback landed on his shoulder, between Casey and the turtles.

"Hah!" he groaned, partially laughing. "You've gotten stronger."

"Don't move!" Raph barked at him, pointing his sai only inches from Drawback's face. He only smirked at the weapon and its holder.

"I can't let you outta here without a beating, Danny," Casey informed him, raising his stick in the air. "You think our friendship's over? So be it." He thrust his hockey stick towards the intruder, but Drawback was able to grab it before it slammed into his face. He yanked it forward so Casey would lose his balance on his skates. He fell forward as Drawback kicked up and back, sending Casey into Leo and Don, who were directly behind him. They fell backwards to the floor, startling Raph and Mikey. Drawback spun around on his back, sweeping his legs into Raph's. He spun around in a full circle, using the momentum to get back to his feet in one sweep. He continued to move without hesitation, throwing a small device at Mikey's face. It exploded, revealing itself to be a flash grenade and blinding Mikey temporarily.

"Catch you dorks later," Drawback taunted. "'Cause I know you won't be catchin' me!" He darted out of the store from the same broken store window that he had created when breaking in, and sped down the street, disappearing down a maze of alleys.

"Aaaahoooow!" Mikey whined, rubbing his eyes vigorously. The others groaned and got back to their feet slowly.

"Nice job, Jones," Raph growled. "If you hadn't distracted us, he wouldn't have taken us by surprise!"

Casey lifted his mask to the top of his head, "Why is it that whenever there's a screw up, you always point to me?"

"Because it usually is you," Raph spat back. "You or Mikey."

"Heeeey!" Mikey whimpered. Raph glared at his brother, raising his eyebrows in annoyance.

"Enough. All of you," Leo demanded. "We need to get out of here before anyone else shows up. C'mon." Their leader moved quickly, exiting the same way Drawback had. The others followed, and they quickly made their way back to the rooftops, and then back to their homes.