Raphael finds friendship and more with a woman who also wears a mask...
Rated M for adult themes, violence, and character death. I don't own anything TMNT or Batman. Please Read and Review, I will take any and all suggestions and comments with gratitude!
Chapter Key: ~Memories~ Present
~He had been with her every night for a month straight. With the warm air, even for late September, to encouraged them, they took to the rooftops. Laughter filled the night as they raced and jumped over alleys, drawing the occasional passerby's attention to search for them from the ground.
As their feet touched on the bank roof on Forth and Main his arm shot out and wrapped around her waist, drawing a happy laugh from her panting lungs. "Hhhhey!" Turning in his embrace, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as their masked eyes met. "I thought we were training?" ~
His fist connected with the punching bag again, over and over, blood and sweat splattering across the dojo floor.
~A smirk spread across his wide face, his hold upon her tightening. "I've been watchin' dat ass for an hour. T'ink I've earned a reward."
"Oh…" She braced her hands upon his plastron and faked an offended expression. "…a reward. I'm not sure what kind of girl you think I am?"~
His hands were going to be sore for days after this, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Wraps worn thin and torn now swung from his wrists with each blow.
~Undeterred, his arms tightened again, pulling her against his plastron. "De kind dat run rooftops and kicks serious ass in tight leather." His smirk softened into a smile. "You're a beautiful woman M.B., inside and out." ~
Stepping back on his left, he spun and delivered a powerful round house kick. The back swung back, hit the wall behind it as the bracket holding from the ceiling whined in protest.
~"Hm…" She smiled, her arms once again wrapping around him. "…I'm glad you've got the whole picture." Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Stay."
The ridge over his right eye quirked as he leaned back and met her gaze. "I'm right 'ere babe."
"No." She pulled him in, playing with the tales of his mask. "Not just right now." Their eyes were locked intensely. "Tonight, stay with me until the dawn."~
As the bag swung towards him for the second him his control run out and his fist connected with its surface again, tearing it from the beam.
Winded he lurched forward, catching his balance with open hands upon his knees. His attention moved from the broken bag leaking sand onto the dojo floor at the sound of a clearing throat. Leo stood in the open doorway, his arms crossed. "Raphael, it's time we talk."