It had been seven year since the fall of the Kraang. Seven years since the Foot Clan had finally let them all go. Seven years since the Shredder's downfall. Now at twenty-two years old, Donatello and his brothers could live without the constant fear of being at war with the alien race or the fear of being found and killed by the clan.

You could say it was all for the fortuna major, the greater fortune. His brothers were alive and well, Splinter grew happier and more relaxed when it came to his sons and even had begun taking the steps to walk outside. It wasn't often, but it was nice to get their rat father out of the abandoned subway they lived in.

The purple ninja sat at a wooden desk, looking over papers and made final sketches for a project he was working on. He worked by candle light, not wanting to wake anyone in the house.

Donatello was now a young man, and a successful one at that. He had broken away from living below the streets of New York City a year or so ago and moved into an abandoned house in the outskirts of the city. It was old and beat up, but with time, it would become new. But most importantly, it would be his.

The ninja scratched at some notes before setting his pencil down and stretched. It was late, but it was natural for him to work late into the night. Living underground with limited lighting did that to a guy.

Just like his brother were still alive and prospering, Donnie also found success in his life. He had set up his own online company where he sold updated parts for machines, his inventions, and even custom made gadgets for customers. No one questioned the mysterious owner. He was paid for his work that got him enough to help patch up the house and feed himself.

Donatello stood up and walked out of the room and down the hall of the second floor. He had forged his own birth certificate, created a bank account under his name, made up finger prints...no one knew he was a mutant. Sure it was lonely not being able to do what he loved face to face with people, but it was for the greater fortune that he could even achieve this kind of success with the way he was.

The ninja passed by the first room and peaked in. It was a nursery. He walked over to a white crib off to the side and peeked in at his daughter. The infant, who would be turning three in a week, slept soundly under a purple blanket. Her skin was a dull green in the moonlight and her curly red hair poked out here and there and her four fingers on the hand that wasn't under the blanket rested on her comforter as she drooled in her sleep.

Magdalene was his pride and joy, another piece to the great fortune he had gained. There wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't do for her. To make her happy, to see her smile, to ensure she was healthy...

Donatello tucked a red lock behind her ear and left the room behind. He was a young father, yes, but most importantly he was a proud one. He had his inventions, his business, his daughter...and most importantly, no alien race or clan members out there that could harm her in any way.

The mutant came to the final door and slowly opened it. The room was dark, but he could make out the outline of the bed. Donatello closed the door behind him and tiptoed to one side of the bed, slipping off his mask and belt and slash that held his bo staff before climbing into the bed and slipping under the sheets.

Donatello turned around and was met with the sleeping form of April O'Neil. In the moonlight, she looked like a fallen angel. Her red hair was sprawled around her face like a ginger halo and her petite frame was outlined by the thin sheets and glow of the moon.

The mutant slipped his hand over the woman's fingers and rested his forehead against hers. Yes, he had been a success with his inventions and business...but April O'Neil had given him the greatest gift he could ever have: their daughter. And for that, she was the greatest fortune he had obtained of them all.