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This is for LimitLine who asked for "Mikey" and "superheroes". :)
Super Mikey
Mikey loved it when Splinter came back from his topside-runs. He always had this duffel bag with him, and when he returned, it was full of treasures.
And when Splinter was done with putting the things they absolutely needed in the kitchen – like the food or the dented frying pan or the chopsticks –, he returned to the living room, and what was left in the duffel bag then, was for them, their gifts. It was the moment, Mikey nearly couldn't hold himself back any longer. But he always waited, forcing his little body to remain still on the couch – or as still as he could manage because there always was a little shifting involved.
And tonight was no exception.
His eyes were growing bigger and bigger as Splinter was walking over to the pit, and when he opened the duffel bag when he had reached his waiting sons, Mikey nearly yelped in joy.
His fingers dug into the upholstery and he kicked his heels against the couch, but he somehow managed to remain seated.
He bit down his tongue to prevent another yelp of joy to escape his mouth when Splinter opened the bag and emptied it on the floor.
Last week there had been an action figure in the pile. What could it be today?
He and his brothers waited respectfully until Splinter had stepped back, but this was the sign that they could go through the pile now and look what they wanted to have, and they all lunged for the pile.
Something immediately caught Mikey's eye, some sort of colorful paper, and he managed to reach it before Raph did and pressed his little treasure against his plastron to keep it safe from Raph.
Raph looked a bit angry, but then got distracted by a red toy car.
Miky pressed what turned out to be a comic book a little tighter against his plastron, just in case.
Back in his room he couldn't wait to start reading. Okay, his reading skills maybe weren't the best, but hey, he was only seven years old, not to mention that he had started out as a pet turtle and his name wasn't Donatello.
It took him a while to get into it, but pretty soon he had figured out what the story of the comic book was about. It was about this man who wore blue pajamas and a red cape and who was super-strong and could fly and saved innocent people.
Later that night when Splinter checked on his sons, he found Michelangelo jumping up and down on his bed, wearing his baby blanket as a cape.
"Michelangelo, what are you doing?" he asked.
"I want to fly!"
Splinter frowned. "What makes you think you can fly, my son?"
"Because I'm Super Mikey!"
