Business at Three in the Morning

WARNINGS: Implied incest. and it's not turtlecest. If things involving Splinter are going to disturb you, click back.

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⌠Leonardo.■ He said quietly. Even in the dark, he saw the glint as his son▓s eyes opened, awake and alert in a moment the way none of the others ever were. He felt a pang of guilt as he saw muscles tense. The light was with him, the faint glow of monitors on standby slipping past him through the doorway, casting a tired, dim shadow across the bed. Leo didn▓t move, expression blank, watching him for a sign. He saw one of Leo▓s hands tighten into a fist on the coverlet, but the boy said nothing.

After ten years, Leo had not yet forgotten. Splinter▓s stomach rolled over uncomfortably.

⌠On the monitors.■ Splinter said gently, looking down at the rug. ⌠There are two humans coming this way from the broken drainage grate. They look like teenagers.■

Business, then. Leo▓s muscles went lax and he stood up, expression still empty, collecting his belt, mask, and swords from their proper places in his room. Splinter folded his hands on the head of his staff, looking at his fingers instead of at his son.

Leo moved coolly past him to check the monitors for himself, eyes flickering over surveillance screens, pinpointing their location. They did look like teenagers, a boy and a girl, leaning on each other and laughing, obviously drunk. He inclined his head slightly towards his master and disappeared, out to distract them or mislead them or however he▓d decided to take care of it. Business, at three in the morning.

Splinter let out his breath, leaning against the doorframe of Leo▓s room. It had been ten years, and the boy had not forgotten. One horrible, frustrated, furious mistake, and the boy had not forgotten.

It was just business, as usual, at three in the morning.