Donatello

Donnie has always found you alluring. You're swift, smart, cool, and cute- he freezes at his thought process, shaking his head. That's not the point, the thing is you were a villain, and he was a hero. So naturally you two would fight, but he never hated the adrenaline filled battles. He loved those fights and the concentrated look on your face, and sometimes if he got lucky, you'd pin him against the ground- but again, this was not the point. Because you looked so weak right now, it made his heart ache.

He was merely doing his nightly parole, his brothers had been too lazy to come along, which made sense. They've all been stressed since the invasion, so he can't really blame them. He hadn't exactly been looking for you, but he can't deny the slight hope that you'd be up to your nasty schemes again. He hums, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, without a thought before he quickly notices you across the street. He hadn't noticed your limp at first, or how your run was more of a stumble as he quickly chased after you. He had Shouted some taunts, only to be more confused by your silence. The chase was honestly quite dissapointing, he always enjoyed the wind against his scales but he barely had to run to catch up to you, he narrows his eyes as he finally gets you In a corner on a rooftop, spinning his transforming techbō and pointing it towards you.

He thought you would easily disarm him, say a hurtful but funny taunt, maybe attack him back, or even make a grand escape like you usually do. But instead, all you did was lean against the wall while panting. Only now does donnie notice you're already wounded, he pauses and just stares for a moment. He sees the way you're still trying to hide your pain, acting tough. He can't believe you think he'd still hurt you when you're like this. He swallows, feeling a spout of anger at whoever did this. Suddenly his overthinking brain kicks in, what if this is a trick? He watches you carefully. He tries to find the words, but you cut him off with a weak voice.