Sorry for such a short chapter, I kinda got a mild writers block for this part. I hope to have the next chapter up soon, though J

The man looked over his shoulder as he walked, his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. Several people walked near him, no one really paying attention to anyone but themselves. Up ahead he could see an old woman clutching her purse to her chest as she left a store and walked among the crowd. He smirked to himself. This was too easy.

He glanced around before picking up the pace. When he was only a couple yards behind her he broke into a sprint and grabbed the purse out of her hands as he raced past.

He could hear her scream, "Help! He stole my purse!"

He chuckled to himself as he ran, zigzagging through the crowd.

As he passed an alley he felt something like a small tug on the hood of his sweatshirt.

Before he knew what happened he was jerked into the alley by the back of his sweatshirt. The wind was knocked out of him as he landed on his back. Sitting up he saw a rope leading to his hood, pulling his hood around he saw an…arrow?

Seeing a shadow pass over him he looked up. Nothing. He stood up, the purse held firmly in his fist as he looked around the dark alley. Deciding to try and leave he made a step towards the sidewalk.

Looking up something flew down at him and slammed into his face! He crouched on his hands and knees, rubbing his chin in pain before looking up. He couldn't see anything at the entrance of the alley. Looking back to the back he saw nothing either.

Suddenly something grabbed the back of his hoodie and threw him into the wall. He slid to the ground, his head ringing from the blow. He looked up and in the shadows could barely make out a dark form standing before him. It looked like a dark ghost that seemed to melt into the shadows. He tried to back up as it slowly approached him…

Officer Laird repositioned the cap on his head as he shook his head in disbelief. Sitting in front of him on the sidewalk was a man in a dark gray hoodie, his hands were tied behind his back, and a woman's purse was around his neck. But what surprised him the most was that the man was pinned to a streetlight post by an arrow.

Officer Laird turned to his partner. "What do you think of this?" he asked.

Officer Eastman shrugged and shook his head. "Not sure. Looks like the work of a vigilante to me."

"It doesn't look like it's the Nightwatcher, though. He usually uses chains, not arrows. Must be someone new."

Little did the officers know, they were being watched from a nearby rooftop. A caped figure stood far enough away from the edge to be hidden from view, watching as the thief was arrested…

Kayla yawned and stretched as she left her room and headed toward the kitchen, her growling stomach the only reason she wasn't still sleeping.

As she entered the kitchen she passed Raph, who was drinking orange juice out of the carton, and opened the fridge. Raph glanced up at the clock to see that it was going on noon.

"Why're you wakin' up so late?" he asked as she pulled out some turkey and grabbed some bread to make a sandwich. Her hair was a mess, she was in her pajamas, and she had bags under her eyes.

She looked at him, her face giving away her exhaustion. "I could've asked you the same question every day for the last few months."

Raph narrowed his eyes. He didn't really care about others' opinions enough to be offended, but something about the way she said it seemed like she was hiding something. Like she was avoiding the question. He grabbed an apple from the fridge and casually followed her to the living area to sit on the couch and eat.

Kayla glanced at Raph from the corner of her eye as she ate. She had a feeling he wanted to get some better answers out of her because he hadn't actually sat down to eat with someone else in a couple months. Deciding to just ignore him Kayla grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels. She stopped when she found the news.

"Vigilantes at large? Today we bring you news of an attempted robbery foiled by what some believe to be the work of some new vigilante."

"Comin' through!" Mikey came racing into the room and flew onto the couch, landing partially on Kayla and Raph.

"Mikey!" they screamed at him as Michelangelo squirmed himself into a sitting position between them. Kayla sighed and rolled her eyes as she scooted over to make more room. Turning her attention back to the screen she saw a police officer being interviewed. The name at the bottom of the screen read, 'Officer Laird'

"Officer Laird, can you describe what the robber looked like when you found him?"

"Yes. His hands were tied behind his back with rope and the purse he stole was hanging from his neck by the strap. And the strangest thing of all: he was pinned to a light post with an arrow!"

"Besides Officer Laird, our reporters managed to interview an eye witness who saw the attack, however they wish to remain anonymous. The witness says, 'I was walking home and just before I reached the alley the man came flying out of the alley, like he was thrown. Then an arrow was shot out of the alley and it pinned his sweatshirt to the pole only a couple inches from his neck. I've never seen anything like it!'"

"Whoa." Mikey leaned forward, his eyes glued to the TV.

"Great. Just what this city needs: another vigilante." Don spoke sarcastically as he passed behind the sofa from his lab.

Raph growled but was hushed by Mikey so he could listen to the rest of the report.

"We also managed to get a statement from the alleged perpetrator on what he saw of the individual who attacked him. He claims the shadows concealed the person's physical features, but describes them to be somewhat of a ghost that seemed to move through the shadows. The attacker was also described as being incredibly strong and a skilled fighter. Back to you, John."

Kayla felt a tug on the corner of her lips but stopped herself from smiling in front of her brothers. As she put the last of her sandwich into her mouth she looked out of the corner of her eye, and was relieved that her brothers weren't looking at her.

"That's just awesome!" Mikey exclaimed, his legs bouncing around excitedly. "Why do all the awesome vigilantes show up after we're retired?" he whined. Then he looked over at Don excitedly. "Hey, Donny! Maybe Master Splinter will let us go back to the surface and start that up again."

Don looked at his younger brother doubtfully. "I doubt Sensei would go for that idea, Mikey. He said we wouldn't do that until Leo comes home. Besides, there's more than enough vigilantes up there now as it is."

Don and Mike partially expected Raph to jump up and start yelling about Leo like he usually did. But to their surprise, as well as Raph's, Kayla slammed her plate on the coffee table and stood up.

"How can you be that blind, Don?" she yelled, "Leo's not coming back! He said so in his stupid letter. Why do we have to sit around underground like cowards waiting for him? We've all had the same training as him, so why do we need him around to help people? At least people like the Nightwatcher and this new vigilante have the right idea and are actually helping people."

"Aren't you the same person who thought the Nightwatcher was full of himself? And that vigilantes shouldn't need recognition for doing something good?" Don asked rhetorically, looking at her from where he was sitting in the armchair.

Kayla glared at him. "Yeah. I'm not saying I'm a fan of the Nightwatcher now, but at least he's up there doing something good. And what they're doing is no different from what we did."

Don sighed and looked at her almost sympathetically. "Kayla, I know you're probably restless, not being able to go on patrol and stuff for the past six months. And I know you really miss Leo, but-"

"I do not." Kayla interrupted him, her hands in tight fists at her side and her shoulders stiff. Her brothers looked at her in confusion and a little surprise. "I don't miss Leo. If he wants to stay and be the lone hero of the jungle, fine. We don't need him here."

"Alright Kayla, enough." Don recovered from his shock and stood up. "I know you probably feel betrayed. We're all surprised that Leo decided not to come home yet, but you don't see us attacking him about it."

"Betrayed?" Kayla interrupted. "That's sorta putting it lightly. He abandoned us, Don. Why can't you open your eyes and see that? He doesn't give a shell about us! Honestly, I don't know if I even really want him to come home-"

"Kayla!"

Everyone turned to see Master Splinter, his golden brown eyes cold as he glared at his daughter. Raph, Don, and Mike all turned from their father back to Kayla, a bit concerned and confused.

Seeing the look in her father's eyes made Kayla flinch unintentionally. She could feel her brothers all looking at her and felt her eyes sting. Spinning on the ball of her foot she raced back to her room, slamming her door behind her.

Raph's eyes were as wide as his brothers', but for a different reason. Personally, he agreed with everything Kayla had just said about Leo. He was just surprised she felt the same as him. In the past six months, whenever he'd made some comment or insult about Leo Kayla had been the first to jump to Leo's defense. Now all of a sudden she felt the same as him? Leo must've hurt her more than everyone thought.

Kayla put her hand to her face, covering her eyes as her shoulders shook and tears poured from her eyes. She slammed her foot back, kicking her door in frustration. She swore to herself she wouldn't cry anymore. She was tougher than this. She grabbed her computer chair and heaved it across her room, smashing it into the wall, causing the back to break off. Then, she grabbed her lamp off her desk and threw it at the wall, the light bulb shattering under impact. Spinning around her hand reached for the nearest thing it could find. She grabbed a paper in her fingers but as she barely tugged it she stopped.

The paper in her hand was the very first letter Leo had written to her, pinned to the bulletin board by a thumbtack. She felt the flame in her stomach die down slightly. It was still there, but not strong enough to make her rip apart Leo's letters. Hesitantly, she let go of the letter and stepped away from the board, almost scared of it now. Looking over it she knew she didn't hate Leo enough to destroy those letters and pictures, but…after time, would that change?

Later that night, around midnight, Kayla leapt off the fire escape onto the rooftop. She looked around before crossing the rooftop and stopping by a brick sort of chimney and looking inside it. She pulled out the clothes and sat behind the chimney to change.

She figured doing this vigilante thing she'd need an outfit and mask so no one would recognize her. It worked for the Nightwatcher, right? She designed and made the outfit herself and was pretty proud of it. The material was a stretchy, tight-fitting material; all black with red patches over her shoulders, around her abs and back, and on her outer thighs. She also wore red gloves that went to her elbows with points at the end, but only covering her middle and ring fingers while her pinkie, thumb, and index finger were uncovered.

She also made a black mask that went across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, covering the whole top of her head with a hole on the back where she put her hair in a ponytail. There was also a red streak from the top, right side going to the bottom left, going over her left eye and narrowing near the bottom. She also had a belt and cape. Her belt was gray with a black belt buckle and a grappling hook incorporated with a small button to shoot the hook out. Her cape was black on the outside and red underneath with a hood that shadowed her face; the cape draped flowingly down her shoulders and went down to about her thighs.

She'd also made a new quiver. It was the same gray as her belt but because of her cape she'd had to make a few adjustments. She couldn't pull the arrows out from the top because the cape got in the way, so there was a button on the strap across her chest and a small hole big enough for an arrow at the bottom of the quiver. All she had to do was push the button and the small hole opened so an arrow could drop out right into her waiting hand. Her bow was just a simple, black bow.

Kayla was pretty proud of her creation, and even more so of her accomplishments in catching the crook the night before. Just because SOME PEOPLE decided they needed a break from helping people who really need it, doesn't mean she had to do the same thing.