Warning: Does contain adult content and themes.
Important information: I do not own tnmt. I am just a fan. I based their look off the 2014 movie turtles. I thought it was cool that they had stylized clothing. Most everything else will be a mash up. I like to go with a version from the multi-verse. Just a little different in lots of ways.
Chapter 1:
The Flower in the Rain
The bright streets of New York were bustling with activity even through the cold rain of early spring. Nothing could stop the city's night life. Even in the darkest of alleys, away from the mainstream eyes, criminals of all sorts were busy as well.
"Come on Flip. We gotta hurry." A voice whispered frantically. The body was covered from head to toe in dark colors, and baggy clothes.
"Yeah, yeah A.K. I'm comin." The second voice whispered in annoyance. He was covered as well in baggy dark colored clothes. Mask covered their faces.
They were watching a girl who was moving quickly down the street. She had pissed of the leader of their gang and now she was going to pay a high price. She was smaller than the two men following her. Only 5'3" and maybe 120 pounds, the girl had curves. Her long dark hair hung limply in the rain.
She wore a unique combination of vintage clothing that accentuated her small frame. Flip and A.K. looked at each other and grinned. They were going to have fun with her.
...
Hanna walked faster down the street as she glanced over her shoulder. She had the feeling she was being fallowed. It was unnerving to say the least. She knew that she had really crapped in someone's Cheerio bowl. And that someone hated to hear the word no. Why did she refuse? 'Oh yeah,' she huffed at herself. 'I don't like the idea of federal jail time for hacking into TGRI.' They held high ranking government contracts. It was beyond career suicide. 'How did I get into this mess?'
She had worked so hard to graduate early from high school and then place high on the entrance exam to top ranked colleges at 16. Taking extra exams to qualify for a top spot in applied computer sciences and technology program. She wanted to build machines not break into them.
Three years in and Hanna was almost finished. She didn't really need to push so hard to get though school. She still had some of her grandmothers inheritance set aside to live on when she finally graduated college in the next couple of months. She just need to get out of this messed up town. The crime was getting to be ridiculous and dressed up vigilantes were doing a better job than the police. Too bad she didn't know them or she'd ask them to help her with her ever growing problem. She let out a frustrated sigh.
She turned down another street, picking up her pace, looking back. She needed to move her butt. The campus library was now in sight. Just a street away. She picked up her pace. Something between a jog and a full out run. Her calves burned along with her lungs. She hated exercise, hated running, but she loved living, so she ran.
Someone bumped into her causing her to stumble a little. 'Oh no. I refuse to be that girl who falls when the scary villain is chasing her.' Hanna thought as she did a little fancy side stepping to avoid all out falling, she was happy now that she decided to go with her flats. 'Now I'm letting my imagination run away with me.' She thought with a nervous laugh that bubbled up out of nowhere. She ran up the stair taking two at a time. Her legs were burning, screaming at her to stop. She just pushed through the pain. And kept moving.
...
A.K and Flip watched the girl run like a scared rabbit into the huge, very public, oddly busy library. How she knew she was being fallowed was beyond them. But she had to come out sometime. They'd just wait. The sky showed no sign of letting up. The rain coming down in cold and hard sheets. The threat of snow or hail was there, teetering on the edge.
They waited, soaked, in the shadows. The moment had to be right. As people started filing out of the big brick building. They moved. She had to be in that crowed. They made their way sticking to the shadows. Waiting for the right moment to pounce.
Like hungry dogs, they stalked her. Cutting her from the herd. It was a rush. This was power. The jackal like smile that spread across their faces would have frightened most. It gave just the barest of hints of what was about to happen. The boss just said to bring her in breathing and functional. Never said that they couldn't touch her in other ways.
She finally made a mistake and turned down a dark alley. The jackals pounced.
Hanna was in full on panic mode. She had spotted two guys in cheesy ski masks following her. All she could think was, 'No, no, no, no, no, no!' Ducking into a dimly lit alley way maybe not the smartest idea she had ever had, but it was the shortest distance between two paths. And she needed short. The little respite she had in the library only made her legs ache worse. She was fatiguing faster and faster and she was only halfway through.
Hands from behind grabbed her. The first thing that ran through her mind, 'I hate being a horror cliché.' The next, 'I'm such an idiot for thinking that first.'
She was forcefully shoved against the concrete wall. A dirty hand covered her mouth as the other grabbed her wrist twisting it high above her head. Pain launched itself through her arm. A laugh emitted from the man, low and menacing, followed by rancid mint flavored breathe. "Got'ch girl."
The man behind him chuckled, grabbing his more delicate region forcefully enough to indicate what was about to happen. "Ha," the man sucked up snot. "Glad you dressed up for us, huh." He chuckled again wiping his nose on the sleeve of his arm.
She was shaking and not just from the cold. The man who held her laughed again, deeper, and joyless. A laugh that made tears fall from her eyes. It held a promise of pain, and lots of it.
...
Deep brown eyes peered over the edge of the building into the dark alley below. Donatello had come to the library to do some research on a new theory he was working on and he saw the girl being chased by these two Neanderthals. 'How stereotypical.' He sighed taking out his shell cell and texting Leo quickly, with a deep breath he leaped down.
Landing quietly he quickly checked for any other on lookers. He could hear her muffled whimpering as the two men were attempting to violate the poor girl. He crept closer and saw she was putting up a valiant struggle, kicking and twisting. One of her kicks hit home, nailing the brute holding her in the junk hard enough to sting but not let go.
His anger was apparent as he let go of her mouth and slapped her hard. "Told you we can do this easy or hard." He then kneed her in the stomach doubling her over. "The boss wants you and what he wants he gets girly, understand!" He crouched over her lifting her face up and full on punching her, knocking her unconscious.
Donatello leapt out of the shadows, taking down the first thug with a staff sweep into the wall. He fell gracelessly to the round as Donatello back kicked the man who held the girl. 'No.' He scolded himself. 'Not a man. A low life. A thug. A real monster.' The man fell, rolling up to his feet. Donatello acted with a speed that took the thug by surprise.
Spinning his staff, he knocked the thug back again. His precision and timing in his movements from the many years of training made this fight over with quick. The brutes knocked unconscious with well-placed non-lethal moves. He slowly made his way over to the girl.
His first real look at the girl made him stop and stare. She was breath taking. Her dark hair pulled up into a vintage half bump. Through the rain and excitement tendrils of her hair had pulled loose. Her dress now dirty with the scum of the city was a vintage '50's style dress modified for an above the knee look. Her make-up now smeared followed the same style as her clothing, her ears were gauged with what looked like pearl swans.
'She's a throwback to a different time.' Reaching down he smoothed her hair back away from her heart shaped face. A dark mark forming to mar her delicate features. He had never been so taken with a human girl before. It was an interesting feeling. Uncomfortable, but interesting.
He long lashes fluttered open slowly. 'No,' He stayed to long. In a panic he stumbled back. Large dark eyes met his. A gasp. So delicate, like everything else about her. She quickly moved back against the wall looking around at the two men lying unconscious then back at him questioningly.
"Are… Are you… OK?" He asked slowly. She nodded rain mixing with tears. He tentatively put out his hand and she looked at it, then back to his eyes. Her hand moved slowly to her chest and reached out to his. He pulled her up slowly, steadily. She gripped his hand as if it were a life line and surveyed the damage once more. Looking back into his eyes. She lunched herself forward wrapping her arms around his neck, and began to sob softly.
Donatello stood. Shocked. Amazed. 'She's not running. Not screaming. Did she see me? Does she realize what I am?' Question after question flooded his mind as his arms slowly encircled the delicate creature.
"Help me," A soft voice barely above a whisper said. "Please, help me." A plead. A sob. "Please. I'm in trouble and I don't know what to do."
She was so soft and warm. He melted. He didn't even know he was frozen. But he knew from that moment on whatever he could do to help her he would. "I will." She sobbed harder, barely even making a noise, her body shook and her knees gave way and he lifted her up into his arms. 'Shock. It has to be. It can't be anything more than that. Can it?' He saw a small bag and pack. Donatello adjusted to be able to pick them up, then made his way up to the roof tops.
Leo was waiting at the top for him. He was scowling. He nodded toward the girl. Donatello just gave a helpless half shrug as he put her down trying gently to pry her off. 'What am I doing?' He was now questioning his sanity. "Ma'am, please." He looked at Leo, he just shook his head and disappeared into the shadows leaving him to fend for himself in unknown territory.
She slowly pulled back, "I… I… I'm sorry." She wiped her tears away, smearing her make-up a little more. "It's been a very difficult week." He could tell she was trying to pull it together. Her eyes widened as she looked around, her voice soft. "How did we get to the roof?" Her large eyes blinked at him. Not frightened, just questioning.
"Uh…" Donatello blinked. She wasn't acting like a normal human. "I… uh… jumped." His voice gave an involuntary squeak. He sighed and looked down putting his head in his hand. 'Great Donnie, on conversation skills you get an F+.' She walked over to the ledge slowly, barely looking over the side before she pulled back.
"It's really high up…" She turned as she clutched her dress and gripped a necklace as she pulled into herself looking frightened for the first time. They were both soaked from the cold rain.
"Are you afraid of heights?" Donatello ask reaching out to her, hoping and not that she would grab his hand again.
She look at his hand and tentatively reached for him again. "Yes, very." It was hardly a whisper.
'How did this girl get through life?' Donatello asked himself. As he held that little hand of hers, he could feel her shivering from the cold wet night. "Uh, I better get you home. We can probably talk there." He looked around, knowing his brothers were close.
She nodded through a shiver. "I live close to Bleeker." Her teeth were chattering.
Donatello looked at her. "Near 2nd Time Around?"
She blinked at him for a moment. "Yes, it's a few blocks away. I live on Bank St. near the playground on Bleeker." She eyed him suspiciously.
Donatello nodded. "A friend of mine owns that shop, don't worry." 'Why did I just tell her that?' He shook his head as he pulled her close and swooped his arm under her legs. Her eyes went wide. "If you get scared just tell me ok." He could feel her hide her face in the crook his neck and it made a strange feeling float cross his chest and gut, he held her closer.
As he jumped from building to building, running swiftly over roof tops. All the while thinking of why this girl is being chased by people like that? Why did she need help? Who is "the boss"? They Shredder hadn't been seen in year, and Hun had more than this petty theft to keep him sitting pretty.
"Which building?" He asked as he got close to the park.
"The first building over there, number 69, fourth floor landing on the right." She held on tighter as he jumped the few building to her apartment balcony. She quickly opened the window and slipped in. Donatello followed looking to see his brothers across the street. Mikey gave him double thumbs up, but quickly put his hands down after Leo shot him the look. Raph stood brooding, twirling his sia in his one hand.
'What the hell were you thinking Donnie?' The turtle chided himself as he followed behind the dark hair beauty. He glanced around the apartment taking in the strange décor. The weird and macabre mix with modern tech. Skeletons' and things in jars mixed with quack medical devious and dark art. He walked by a cat skull on a post in a jar. He noticed little dials you could turn. His curiosity pick as he turned one and the cats head slowly pulled apart revealing the inside. He smiled as he turned them back and forth, watching the cats head explode and come back together.
"I made that myself." The dark hair girl with dark eyes said. She was standing with a leopard print towel. "Took me hours to figure out, but I think it turned out nicely. What do you think?" She walk toward him handing the towel over.
"Never seen one before." He nodded at her as he toweled off. "But I must admit the concept is amazing and disturbing." He saw her blush a little and look down at her feet. "I do like it though." He said softly as his hand stopped on his plastrons as those eyes looked up at him a small smile played on her thin pink lips.
"I'll be back," She started to walk backwards. "I'm going to change." She turned with a smile and bounced up the stairs.
He stood opened mouthed. 'Was she flirting? Did I imagine that? Did I slip into an alternate reality?' These questions played over and over in his head. For twenty years, only a handful of humans had gotten to know them and not run. Never once did any of them act like her. A small tap came from the window startling Donatello out of his inner musings. Walking over it was Leo, Raph, and Mikey.
"Good job bro!" Mikey whispered excitedly. "She's hot." Looking around the apartment. "And she's a nerd like you."
"Shut up Mikey!" Leo and Raph whispered angrily in unison. 'Never a good sign.' Donatello thought to himself.
Loe spoke first. "Why are you in HER home? We are ninja!"
"I don't trust her Don. I mean look at this crap." Raph spit out. "Fuckin' weird."
"Guys, she's in trouble. I think she's mixed up in the purple dragons somehow." Donatello pleaded. "She may even lead us to Hun."
Leo sighed. "Fine. Get the information you need and be done with her."
"But Leo man what if she needs 'extended protection'?" Mikey asked and wiggled an eye ridge at Donatello.
Raph grunted, Leo sighed. "Get in, get out, come home."
Mikey chuckled. "Yeah dude, come home." He winked and broke into the goofiest grin.
Leo palmed his face dragging his hand down and shook his head. "Could you, for once, keep your mind out of the gutter Mikey."
"Ha ha, nope." Mikey's stupid grin was infectious and before they all knew it they were smiling too, even Mister Bad Ass Raph.
They heard the footsteps coming down the stairs. The three brothers left Donatello to his own devises and disappeared. He wasn't worried. Even though he couldn't see them, he knew they were there.
...
Hana turned leaving the costumed turtle man downstairs to towel off. She thought it was odd that his makeup wasn't running. Must be one of those high grade special FX jobs. She bounced upstairs to change, nervous and excited. In the gear, his mannerisms and body language was hot. She couldn't help but casually flirt with him.
She pulled of her wet clothes and underwear hanging them up her bathroom and plunged into her closet. "What says I think you're cute and you saved my life and I'm really into you but I'm not a whore?" she mumbled to herself as she stood naked. Looking down she decided to start with the basics. She pulled on her best bra and lacy panties, brushing her wet hair and pulled it into a high pony tail. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror. "Wow, chick. You look like shit." She rushed back to the bathroom washing off and reapplying a light touch of makeup. Going back to her wardrobe, she pulled out a black and white halter top and a pair of black capris. She pulled out a nice pair of ballet flats and made her way back to him.
When Hanna made it down, he was by the window with her towel patting his skin dry. His turtle shell was glistening. He was tall, over 6 foot and lanky even under the heavy turtle costume. But she was only 5'3" so most people were taller than her. He had gear on his legs like a football player and something like a samurai would wear hanging around his waist covering his front. Communication gear was attached on his back and she wondered what the others were like.
He turned to see her and stopped like he was mesmerized by her. Hanna walked closer and his eyes followed her. She'd never had anyone look at her like this before. So completely. "You want some coffee?" He nodded and followed her into her kitchen.
He cleared his throat. "Nice place you got here."
She felt a pang of sadness. "My grandmother gave it to me as a graduation present. She said that since I was in college that I needed to learn some life skills." She smiled and lightly laughed. "I didn't know what she meant at the time but now I believe that she was protecting me." She sighed and turned to rinse and fill the pot.
"Protect you from what?" Mystery man asked.
Hanna shrugged. "My family is not the nicest of people." She paused to think of how to word it without frightening him away. "We are pretty dysfunctional. Anyway," she turned and looked at him. "I don't even know the name of my hero."
His smile lit up his face even through the disguise. "Donatello. Most people call me Don or Donnie. And… you are?" His eyes were intelligent and gentle. She got lost for a moment staring like a love struck damsel in one of the old black and whites. His lips quirked another smile. "Would you prefer I call you ma'am?"
She shook her head, "Uh, no. I'm sorry." It was her turn to clear her throat. "My name is Hanna. Hanna Lords."
"Well Ms. Lords it was my pleasure saving you." Donatello offered his three finger hand and she promptly laid her hand in it. He gently pulled it to his lips, closed his eyes, and kissed her hand. She felt her body clench in response and her breath hitch. He slowly opened his eyes and she felt herself becoming lost again in those deep brown eyes. He smiled, cleared his throat, and placed her hand down on the counter. "Now, would you like to tell me why you need my help?"
Hanna sighed deeply. "Yes, but first coffee." She turned to get the cups, creamer, and sugar. Busying herself, trying to think of where to start. "Are you hungry?"
"A little." His reply was soft, unhurried. She like how calm he made her. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe.
"Is there anything you don't like?" She turned with two poured cups, setting the cream and sugar close to him.
He thought for a moment. "Marshmallow and anchovy pizza." She stopped jaw dropped in horror at the very idea. "Uh, don't ask. No there's not much I don't like." In stunned silence she started pulling out deli meat, cheese, and bread. Along with other sandwich toppings.
As she made the sandwiches she began. "When I was twelve, my parents died in front of me." Donatello set down his cup. "It messed me up pretty bad. I got sent to live with my grandmother and I lost my mind. I was out with the wrong crowed doing some pretty messed up things. I got involved with a guy named Johnny B." Donatello folded his hands. "I'm pretty smart with computers, and he took advantage of that. Or I let him use me. It was fairly mutual." She shook her head at the long lost memory. "Like any bad ride it ended badly and I got the rap. I am lucky my grandmother is… was who she was and got me off with a light slap on the wrist." She sighed and finished the overflowing sandwiches, cutting them at an angle. "Truth be told it would have went better if I would have just went with the police." She laughed at the bitter sweet memory. "My grandmother did not suffer fools easily and after my stunts she made me sign a contract stating that I would finish school, do community service, and attend therapy sessions while in her care. I had missed so much school that I had to be home schooled and monitored for about four years." She slide the plate to Donatello and looked up at him for the first time. "She's the reason I got my shit together and graduated. Some people never do. And that's where I am now. Johnny B saw me while I was doing one of my outreach programs and cornered me. Said he worked for some big shot and wanted to get me in and if I was good to him he'd make me one of his girls." Hanna rolled her eyes. "I told him where to go and left. That's when he started having me followed and stalking me. I've told the police. Even have restraining orders out against him and others. I even tried to take it to court. Even my grandmother lawyers couldn't make anything stick. Everything is just in limbo." She shrugged in frustration looking down at her sandwich.
"It's good you should eat." Donatello said through a mouthful of lettuce and tomato. "Milk?"
Hanna turned and got him a large glass of milk. Watching him gulp it down as she took a long drink of her deliciously sweet coffee. "That good huh?"
Donatello smiled shyly and took another large bite. "Who's your grandma?"
Hanna pause. "Uhh, Diana Errickson." She squeaked out.
Donatello nearly choked on his milk. "What?!" He eyed her wildly. "One of the CEO's of T.G.R.I.?"
She nodded. "Late CEO. She passed away some months ago." Hanna looked down willing herself not to cry. The women was mean, hateful, and ruthless. She also stood by her when no one else did. Her aunt and uncles shit when she took her in. The unwanted daughter of a wild sister and a good for nothing no body inventor. Or so they thought. She took a deep breath and look up at Donatello. His eyes were wide but soft.
He cleared his throat. "Well, I'm sure Johnny B wants you for more than your," He looked her up and down. "Tech skills. He obviously knows who you are or knows who you were then. Now who are you?"
"Just someone who doesn't want to be that person ever again." She sighed. "I know who I am now, I'm not lost or angry. I just want to do good things." She looked into his eyes. Pleading with him on some level to understand. She saw it in his face first, oddly enough, it visibly relaxed, then his shoulders, then his body.
"Ok." He nodded. "I believe you."
She felt a wave of relief sweep over her. She dived into her sandwich as he finished his off. She scooted her other half to him and he looked up at her. She nodded. "I usually eat only half at a time." He lifted if and took a huge bite, crunching away, looking pretty content.
They finished eating and she poured another cup of coffee for them both. "So I noticed you have a lot of tech on your back." She couldn't believe she was trying to seduce him with geek talk. "Wanna see mine?"
He stopped and gulped. "Wha… huh?"
"Perv." She laughed and rounded the counter, reaching for his hand. He looked dumbfounded as she pulled him through the apartment and up the stairs. He stumbled a couple times as she led him to her sanctuary. "Ok." She giggled. "Close your eyes." He looked confused. "Just do it. I promise no weird stuff." He looked even more confused and slightly disappointed. She marvel at the way his costume picked up on the slight nuances of his expressions. She gasped. "Double perv."
He rolled his eyes. "Well are you going to show me or not."
"Uh, fine!" She pouted. "For the recorded, you are no fun." She pointed her finger and on the last few words tapped his chest. She turned on her heels and opened the door to her toy room and stepped in. The lights came on automatically and Donatello gaped. There were parts and machines everywhere. "Well come in." She smiled. "I figured you may like it." Hanna walked around to her latest project. A little robot. "I always wanted my own R2D2. This is the closest I've come so far."
Donatello looked like her was on cloud nine. He walked over to her slowly trying to take everything in as she powered on Ro-be. "Is that an X-Box sensor?"
"Yeah." She beamed. "It is the most sensitive recognition scanners I can find right now. This is Ro-Be 2."
He laughed for the first time around her. It was really nice. "Do I want to know what happened to number one?"
She started to laugh as well. "Let's just say, technical difficulties that went awry."
"Yeah I've had that happen before." He chuckled looking down at her.
She caught herself thinking 'He has such nice eyes.' She smiled and said. "You know what, somehow I knew you would."
And for a moment they just stood there. As Ro-Be made his way around her gear room, they just stood still. Looking at each other. Enjoying the view. When a ring went off and startled Donatello. He patted himself down looking for the source of the ring. Nervously he excused himself to the hallway.
She lend against the door to hear him.
"No Leo… Yes I do think she needs our help… I think you're over reacting… She's not like that… We just have a lot in common… I want to stay a bit longer just in case… I, no, I don't have those intentions… Leo I'm staying until dawn I'll see you at home." Click. He let out an exasperated sound.
She backed away from the door. He walked in flustered and looked at her. "Were you listening?" She nodded. "How much did you hear?"
Hanna shrugged. "Your side." She placed a hand on his arm, noticing with some wonder how warm it was. "I'm glad you're staying."
"Me too."
"You wanna fiddle around with some of these gadgets." She smiled looking up at him lifting her eyebrows at him.
He lifted his hand to her hip and smiled. "Yeah. I do."
It made Hanna giggle uncontrollably. "Triple perv."
He frowned slightly. "Is that bad?"
"I don't think so." She moved her hand up to his shoulder, feeling the texture and hardness of it, and it dawned on her. "This isn't a costume, is it?"
Donatello hesitated. "No." He said quietly almost apologetically. "It's not."
"Huh," Hanna said soaking it in. Looking into his beautiful and intelligent eyes. "Weirder things have happened I guess." She moved close to him placing a hand on his cheek, still looking into his eyes.
He looked scared. "You're not frightened?" She shook her head no. "It's ok that I'm here?" She smiled and nodded yes.
"Donatello, you saved me." She stepped closer. "My grandmother always said don't judge a person by their looks, looks a deceiving and fall away with time, judge a person by their actions and you will know their true intent. Everything your actions are telling me is that I can trust you no matter what."
He looked on the verge of tears and his breathing had quickened. Donatello pulled her closer. "You mean that?"
She nodded yes, and then needing to spoke it. "Yes Donatello. I do mean that."
His other hand came to rest on her other hip. "So." He said shyly. "You have been flirting with me?"
She could feel the crimson spread across her face as she smiled and giggled. "Yes, I have been flirting with you."
He smiled and slowly moved his face closer to hers. "So you were the one being pervy." He smiled and as she felt herself begin to smile back he closed the gap between them. Kissing her softly and slowly at first. She felt her arms move up and around his neck. She was kissing him back. The sensation burst through her heart and all the way down to her toes.
He walked her to the closest table, all the while never taking his lips off hers, pushing some of the random pieces and parts aside and lifting her up with ease to set her on the work bench. One hand was one her back and the other was roaming and kneading. He was making strange chirps and low churring sounds that rumbled through him and reverberating in her. Hanna had never been so turned on in her life. The short list of lovers she had had never made her feel like this.
Donatello pulled back a little, nuzzling her neck. "I want to wait to do anything else." Hanna whimpered softly. "I know, I can smell how ready you are. But I want your mind to be ready as well." He eased her down and her legs felt like pudding in a skin bag. Nothing was wanting to work. Donatello held onto her for a little longer while her legs decided to take there sweet time working.
Hanna looked up at Donatello. "I have never been kissed like that."
"I'm sure." He chuckled.
"No." She rolled her eyes. "I'm serious." She squeezed his arm. "That, was, intense."
"Well then," He shrugged. "Good. Cause I've never kissed anyone like that before."
...
Leonardo was pissed. Donnie had just hung up on him. And for what? A girl? "Grrrrrr, we're leaving." He barked.
"Huh, just like that fearless." Raph sneered. He was in a combative mood like always. "What? The brainiac gonna get him some?"
"Awww yeah." Mikey did a little dance. "Go Donnie, go Donnie." Raph and Leo both looked at him. "What? She's hot. I'd do her."
"No!" Leonardo snapped. "He knows the rules and so do you Mikey."
"Yeah." Raph huff. "Don't mean we always follow'em, do we Masta Leo." With that Raph turned and took a running leap to the next building.
"Ha ha!" Mikey laughed. "Last one home is a rotten turtle egg!"
Leonardo sighed and took one more look at his brother following that girl like a puppy. It looked like they were having a serious discussion in that upstairs room of hers. They were too close for Leonardo's liking, and then he saw the impossible. His brother was kissing her. And she was kissing him back. His jaw dropped.
He turned to head toward the lair. Leonardo was going to have a serious talk with Donnie, but first he was going to talk with Master Splinter.