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moog-rt · 1 year

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ᴄʏʙᴇʀʙᴜʟʟʏ [ʀɪꜱᴇ!ᴅᴏɴɴɪᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

PART ONE

Links to parts: one two three four five

Summary:

Fate brought you and that purple-clad turtle together in the form of endless battles of code.You were a purple dragon recruit, and he was your target. He plays your games as you tease him with the slim possibility of victory.

You may just let him win if you are feeling particularly merciful.

Notes:

enemies to lovers (I think?); slow burn; takes place after the movie; reader is a villain

If you’d prefer to read it on Ao3, here’s the link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43043685/chapters/108159981#workskin

Otherwise, enjoy!

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“God, dammit!” Donatello threw himself back into his pimped-out desk chair, hands dragging themselves down his face as he groaned. “How could this happen?” His human friend beside him perked up at his frustrated tone.

“Uh, everything good, D?” April asked, grateful to have a reason to turn her attention away from her biology assignment. You know…that assignment that Donnie was supposed to be helping her with before he got sucked into his computer.

“No, everything is not good. In fact, everything is quite bad!” he began to raise his voice. “It seems that one of our old purple dragon friends decided to hack into my system to get access to some of my blueprints…” Queue an eye twitch of rage. “And they very much succeeded…” He began muttering and laughing to himself. It had all happened almost in an instant. One second, all of his servers were fine, untouched and secure. The next, some black hat hacker had busted right through his firewalls without any warning at all, and just like that, his blueprints were gone…

“Well? What are we waiting for then? Let’s go kick their sorry asses!” April hyped, throwing a fist in the air with a determined grin. Donnie met her enthusiasm, jumping up on his chair and pumping his tech-bo above his head with a maniacal smile.

“Yes! We shall show them what is to come when you attempt to hack Sir Othello Von Ryan!” He began laughing madly, leaping from his chair to start gathering his equipment. Time for things to get physical. April began packing her bag as quickly as she could manage. However, she was stopped in her tracks as she heard her phone go off from a text message, quickly picking it up to check who it was.

“Ah… actually, Donnie, I’m gonna have to put a raincheck on that. One of my classmates wants to meet up to work on that bio assignment I was telling you about.” She threw her backpack over her shoulder and waltzed out, leaving the poor turtle dumbstruck.

“Huh, but what about the—huh?”

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God, you were good.

You couldn’t stop the wide grin from spreading across your face. Who could blame you though? You had just broken through the firewall of one of the strongest security systems you’ve had the pleasure of coming in contact with, and boy was it fun. You got to play around with some algorithms you hadn’t had the chance to use yet, and they worked like a charm. On top of that, you were now in possession of some pretty cool blueprints for a variety of tech, from drones, to multitools, to sentient AI…

They were incredible designs.

The person you hacked must be some crazy genius. Their cyber security as solid as they come, and to have the ability to design such complex technology, considering all the knowledge of physics, engineering, and everything in between that was needed to create them… Incredible. Simply incredible.

You picked up your phone, ignoring all the notifications you had received and sending the blueprints over to Kendra. She got back to you almost immediately, sending praise for your quick and efficient work. Your heart swelled with pride. Of course, you already knew that you were fairly skilled when it came to coding and whatnot, but to have someone like Kendra acknowledging your good work felt nice… especially since it was your first assignment as a purple dragon.

Flopping down on your bed with a happy sigh, you decided it was probably best to get started on some of your homework. You scrolled through your contacts to find your lab partner’s name, shooting her a text to see if she’d be down to work on one of your assignments together. She gave you a warning when you were first assigned to each other that her area of expertise lay outside the realms of STEM, to which you offered to help her out to the best of your abilities. You weren’t the biggest bio nerd around, but it was an interesting subject, and you knew enough to be a good tutor to your upperclassman.

She, too, responded with lightning speed, eager to meet up and work together. The two of you agreed to meet at her place, and she promptly sent you her address. It wasn’t too far by transit, so you got your things together before starting your trek over. You let her know when you arrived so she could meet you to let you in. When she greeted you at the entrance to her building, you noticed she was breathing a bit heavily, and there was just a touch of sweat above her eyebrow.

“You good? You seem a bit out of breath, girly,” you said, giving her a gentle nudge with your elbow. She let out a breathy laugh in response.

“Oh, I am fine. Don’t you worry. I just got a little caught up in something, so I had to run a bit to beat you here,” she smiled, waving you off.

“Huh? You should have told me! I would have been totally fine coming later—”

“Nah, girl, seriously, I think you actually saved me from getting caught up in some nonsense tonight,” she chuckled, and unlocked the door to her apartment, allowing you in first.

Her place looked incredibly cozy. It wasn’t too spacious nor too cramped. Décor was strewn about tastefully, and there were fairy lights draped around the perimeter of her living room, creating a welcoming ambiance.

“April, this is such a nice setup,” you beamed.

“Why thank you very much!” She put her hands on her hips with a smile in return. “Now set your stuff down and get comfy. You want something to drink?”

“Water is good. Thank you!” You plopped down on April’s couch, pulling your laptop out of your bag to take a look at the assignment. She soon joined you after handing you the water, and the two of you began working through the problems. Luckily, most of the problems were addressing fairly basic vocabulary and cellular functions, which you could get through easily enough. April got stumped just a couple of times, but you were happy to explain anything she was having trouble understanding.

You eventually found yourselves working on the final question of the problem set. This one proved to be a bit more of a doozy. It was asking about the lipid bilayer that forms the cell wall, but it was more of a problem-solving question rather than just a test of basic knowledge. It even challenged you quite a bit, leaving you stumped for a minute or so. When you finally came to a conclusion, April had come to her own, as well. You both blurted out your solutions at the same time. They were very much not the same.

“Uh… April, I still don’t see how you got that answer…” You scratched behind your ear as you stared at the page of scribbles your classmate had created in an attempt to show you her thought process.

“It’s because the lipids have more kinks in them that the bilayer is more fluid as a whole—” you began to explain, however, she interjected again to argue for her own point. Your little debate went on for several more minutes. Papers filled with diagrams and chicken scratch began covering April’s once tidy floor.

“Okay, you know what?” The spunky girl whirled around to reach for her phone which was about 5 feet away from her. She stretched out way more than you would have thought possible, grabbed the phone, and sprang back into her previous sitting position. “Imma just call my nerd friend real quick.” She smiled at you with gritted teeth, eyes not leaving your form as she aggressively typed on her phone.

It didn’t even ring for a single round before her friend picked up. She immediately put the guy on speaker, not giving him a chance to even get a simple “hello” in as she was already explaining the whole situation at an inhuman speed. There was a moment of silence on the other end, and you both waited, biting at your nails in anticipation.

“So—uh… Yeah, no. Your friend’s answer is pretty much perfect,” the guy stated.

“Ha-HA!” Immediately, you threw your fist into the air in celebration of your academic victory. April slumped with her arms crossed and bottom lip jutted out just slightly.

“This ain’t fair,” she pouted. You giggled leaning over to her phone.

“Thank you, April’s friend,” you sang. Again, it was silent until you heard the quiet sound of his throat being cleared.

“Ah—uh… Yeah, it was—” The poor guy had to take another break to clear his throat before proceeding to speak with a bit more confidence. “It was totally no probles. Sciency stuff is kind of my thing, so if you ever need a tutor—”

“Okay. Donnie? I’m gonna have to stop you right there before you embarrass yourself,” April cut in. She put him off of speaker, but you could still vaguely make out some hollering from his end. “Buh-bye now!”

“He seems like a funny dude,” you chuckled. “Maybe next time we should invite him to the study group. He seems to know his shit.” The other girl sweat-dropped at this and began playing with her fingers.

“Yeah, maybe just over the phone… He’s kinda got this thing…” she trailed off, seemingly trying to think of the right word to use.

“This thing…?” you echoed, urging her to continue explaining. You didn’t actually mind, but now you were curious.

“He’s—uh…”

You waited.

“He’s just really shy!” You stared at her and allowed your head to tip to the side. She was giving you a wide toothy smile, not meeting your eyes as beads of sweat ran down her face. She was clearly desperate for you to be appeased by that excuse. Lucky for her, you were a merciful god and accepted her explanation. Besides, if you really wanted to know, you could easily find out.

Now that you finished your bio assignment, the two of you decided to spend a while longer working on other assignments. April had turned on some chill lyric-less music and brought over a good variety of snacks. You guys worked for a while until there was nothing major left to do, and you lost yourselves in simple chit-chat. It was now fairly late, however, so you decided to finally part ways until your next shared lecture.

Your journey back home was just a bit chillier, but still rather quick. You tapped into your building, jotting in the passcodes where they were needed, and made your way to your bedroom swiftly. Throwing yourself onto your desk chair, you spun around twice before stopping in front of your PC. A nice big warning message that your servers were now under attack greeted you. Your heart skipped a beat, and a wide grin was forcing its way onto your face once again.

Your dear friend was deciding to fight back.

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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|| ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ||

a/n: Time to show Mr. BootyyyShaker9000 some love <3

You'd think that people-watching is a common hobby most people share. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only one around who has such an interest. Living in the city of New York, where crime is prevalent, this hobby of yours is handy for escaping scary situations.

For example, the one time you were in line for some ice cream at Antonio's, a well-known ice cream shop renowned for its flavors. Its chocolate gelato had even won an award, and being a massive foodie, you had to try it at least once. The queue was slow-moving, and some customers were getting jittery and annoyed by whoever was holding up the line.

You had spotted a few customers in front of you with narrowed eyes, tilting your head slightly to see a woman at the front taking an unusually long time to choose her gelato flavor. She hummed and hawed, the poor girl in charge of scooping the gelato, trying to encourage her to select her flavor faster.

You glanced at the people behind you who started to look at their watches and back up at the line, complaints at the ready. You looked back at the woman at the front, who was starting to raise her voice at the staff for rushing her, and you could sense chaos incoming.

You quickly removed yourself from the situation; you could get gelato some other day and walked out of the store just as a shouting match occurred between the woman and the rest of the customers.

Though, you couldn't do much in other situations regarding self-defense. You were, as your mother had so eloquently put it, 'as weak as an al dente noodle.'

Case in point?

You were wandering in a park late at night, trying to find your way back home. You had come out for a quick walk and somehow decided it'd be a good idea to take the bus to another part of town you weren't familiar with to try something new.

It wasn't going well so far.

You had heard the rustle of bushes behind you and the sound of a stick breaking under the pressure of someone's foot. There weren't many people around at this time of night, and you instantly turned, trying to spot the potential danger in the dimly lit park.

You saw the dark silhouettes of what seemed to be two men, heads turned, and narrowed eyes gleaming in the darkness at you. A chill instantly shot up your spine, and you turned back around. You pulled out your hands from where you had shoved them in your pockets, fingers curling into fists and ready to fight.

Your eyes scan the paths in front of you, renewed anxiousness fueling your desire to get out of this park and back home to your bed, where you'd be safe and sound under the sheets.

You inhaled sharply when the faint sound of footsteps approached you, choosing a random path and hurrying down it. You clutched your hands to your chest and prayed fervently that you weren't about to be kidnapped and sold to probably the lowest bidder.

'Not the highest?' A small nagging thought filled with the tiny bit of self-esteem you had echoed in the corner of your mind. You shook your head. You weren't delusional, you were realistic, and the reality was that you weren't very likely to be sold at a high price in the possible chance of being kidnapped.

The sound of heavy footsteps started to grow louder, and you picked up the pace of your footsteps. The person behind you caught on that you were aware of their intentions and began to run towards you. You panicked, legs pumping as you ran away from your pursuer.

Your legs were moving almost rhythmically, and you spotted a nearby bus stop. Tears prick the corner of your eyes. If only you could get to that bus stop. Your lungs burned, and your breaths became shorter with each step you took.

You gasped for air, feeling your legs starting to slow down. Your muscles begged you to stop and rest, as did your heart.

But you couldn't.

A firm hand managed to grab your shoulder, turning you around harshly to face a man with dark eyes filled with harmful intent, and a scar that ran across his cheek only made him much more intimidating to you. You screamed, but he quickly covered your mouth with his hand, and your cry for help was cut short. You tried to wrestle away from his firm grip, but it was impossible with your current strength and the exhausted state you were in.

Another man approached the both of you, and your eyes filled with hope, only for them to widen in fear when you spotted the rope in his hands. His accomplice wore a mask, so it was more challenging for you to spot any features on his face. He had a weird lump on his back, and you eyed it in suspicion.

"What took ya so long, Mark?" The man who had you in his grip growled at his accomplice, scowling.

"Just had to grab more, uh, rope." His voice was high-pitched, and you looked up at him in fear.

Mark? That's such a stupid name.

This really isn't the time to be criticizing your kidnappers, Y/n.

Yeah, but, like, at least have a cooler name…

Various thoughts clash in your mind, and you file the accomplice's name in your memory. In the unlikely chance that you managed to escape, it'd hopefully serve as helpful information for the police.

"You're not Mark." The man with a scar on his cheek tightened his grip on you. Your cry of pain is muffled by his rough hand on your mouth. Tears sting the corner of your eyes, silently pleading for help and a miracle.

"Who are ya?"

"This is why I don't go undercover anymore." 'Mark' muttered under his breath. He tossed the rope aside, cracked his knuckles, and pulled out what looked to be a metal stick. He held it out in front of him.

'Scarface' (That's right, you named him) growled, pulled out a knife from his pocket, and unsheathed it. He pressed the tip on the bare skin of your neck, pushing against the delicate skin.

"Take one step closer, and the little lady gets it." He growled. The jagged metal against your skin made you stiffen, fear in your gaze as you tried not to swallow. The tears had long since spilled over, leaving wet streaks on your cheeks.

The clear realization that you might never see your parents again was enough incentive to bite Scarface's finger in desperation. He pulled away his hand with a yelp, blood beginning to pool at the broken skin caused by the wound you inflicted on him.

You landed roughly on the ground with a yelp, struggling to get up and run away from the pair. Your shoulder ached, and you were a hundred percent sure that dents were permanently formed in your skin from the brute's firm grip.

'Mark' took the chance to press a button, and one of what you recognize as a jet engine's propellers formed at the metal stick's end. He swung it, and one hit was enough to knock Scarface off his feet. He landed with a grunt and got back up almost immediately. He gripped the sharp knife and took a step towards you.

'Mark' never gave him a chance to continue and finished him off quickly with a few more blows. Once Scarface was knocked unconscious and out of commission, he picked up the discarded rope from earlier and tied him up securely.

He walked towards you, and you flinched when he bent down and held out a three-fingered hand. You eyed it with curiosity, finally getting a good look, and noticed it was…green?

'Mark' realized his blunder, withdrawing his hand quickly and shoving it behind his back. He cleared his throat, and you stood up shakily. Your hair was messy, and your knees were scraped from hitting the rough ground. Your cheeks were a rosy pink and stained with tears, still shaken from what had just happened with Scarface.

"My good citizen," Your brows were raised at this greeting, "I am just a normal human being doing normal human things, and, uh, I happen to have three fingers because…I lost two of them in an accident. Also, my brothers painted me green. Nailed it." He whispered the last part to himself, clenched his hand into a fist, and secretly pumped it into his chest in satisfaction at the lie.

You felt the corners of your lips curve upwards into a small smile, amused by this savior of yours. You sniffled and wiped the back of your wrist across your nose.

"Thank you," You laughed shakily in relief. "I don't know what would've happened if you weren't there."

'Mark' rubbed the back of his neck, and you saw sweat pooling on the tiny sliver of his green forehead, his face still mostly covered by a purple hat and black mask.

Truth be told, Donnie wasn't going to step in at first. He was only in the park to test his new device and knew that not many people would usually be around. So imagine his surprise when he suddenly heard people running and peeked out of the secret alcove he found to see you being chased by a much larger man.

He glanced between you and the other man who managed to grab you, and he looked at his new device sadly. All he wanted was to test out a gadget without being roped into something useless. Was that too much to ask for?

"What the-" His attention was quickly drawn to another man who looked at him with disgust, clearly freaked out by the turtle in front of him. Donnie groaned and promptly knocked him out. He dragged the man into the bushes, grabbed the rope he held, and covered himself up best he could.

Great, now he had to be involved, or the man's accomplice would suspect something.

He had quickly worn a spare mask he managed to find in the unconscious man's pocket, and robot arms emerged from his smart backpack with a purple hat to hide his identity.

Then, he prepared himself to do the one thing he hated most: Go undercover.

Oh, and to save the girl being held captive. Couldn't forget that.

He had then stepped out and proceeded to absolutely kill it by not only having secured the bad guys but saved the damsel in distress as well. Oh, he was so going to gloat when he got back to the lair(and shove it in Leon's smug face that he was a better hero).

It was the perfect plan.

Well, until he realized he forgot to hide his hands and therefore caused a chain of events after his horrible lying skills.

He thought he was all done since he had managed to help you out of this bad scrape.

Spoiler alert: It was not done.

Maybe it was a talent of yours, to the point he considered it a skill that you always showed up on the verge of danger wherever he was. At first, it was a thorn in his side, and he felt obligated to help you, but he gradually got used to this new routine and started looking forward to saving you.

After a few times, you started warming up to him, dubbing him your knight in shining armor (He definitely enjoyed having that nickname). You didn't know why he was always covered in clothes that blocked most of his features, but hey, who were you to disrespect your savior's fashion choices?

Conversations were gradually started, and hobbies were discussed.

Then one night, he got careless and revealed his true identity. You had raced home that day, reeling from the revelation that you were friends with a mutant turtle. He frowned that day, watching you leave with a sad smile that he had possibly lost a friend.

Since then, he had dedicated himself to his lab, fully immersed in his work to the point that his brothers got concerned and forced him out of the lair for a walk.

"Stupid Leon. I'm doing just fine! Sure, maybe some of my inventions went a bit haywire lately, but it's not because of her. Besides, it's only natural she'd run away. You're a mutant turtle, after all." Donnie rants to himself on the rooftop, pacing to and fro, hearing a trashcan topple in the alleyway below him. He looks over the edge, only to see the root of all his problems.

You were out strolling around and definitely not trying to look for Donnie, the very turtle you ran away from. Over the past week, you had been holed up at home, lost in thought, until you finally came to your senses two days ago and searched for your friend.

You hoped he was still your friend.

Even though you ran away from him when he revealed his secret.

A secret that made him vulnerable to you.

The one he's always saving.

Conclusion? You're a horrible human being, and you should seek him out to apologize.

"Maybe he's down this way…." You mumble to yourself, peeking into a dark alleyway. You hesitate. Donnie had never told you where he was, which made sense seeing that he was a mutant turtle. He couldn't possibly be living in an apartment building…could he?

Your next best choice is to walk down the scary(and dark, very dark) alleyway.

So that's exactly what you did.

You hug yourself tightly, taking small and timid steps forward. A door is on your left, and it suddenly bursts open. Two clearly drunk men exit the bar they were just in, laughing at a joke the other said. They both stop when their eyes land on you.

You, a young and vulnerable girl with no weapons on you, alone in an alleyway.

They look at each other and nod, smirking and beginning to walk toward you. You gulp, taking a step back and flinching back when the trash can behind you wobbles, falling, and a loud crash echoes from the impact.

You look back up, fear in your eyes.

You had begun to rely on Donnie to save you from situations like these, but now you weren't so sure he'd actually show up.

After all, why would he when you ran away from him?

You continue to back away until your back hits a wall behind you. You freeze, on the verge of hyperventilating. You weren't sure you could get out of this safely this time.

Your eyes automatically squeeze shut as the men near, only two feet away from you. "C'mon, sweetheart, why don't you come home with us, and we can show ya a good time." One of the men grin, revealing blackened teeth.

You hear a soft thud, hands drawn close to your chest. "Oh dear me, GASP. Is this yet another dangerous situation I seem to always be finding you in?" Your eyelids flutter open, and your lips part in a silent gasp when you see a familiar purple hoodie in front of you.

Donnie shakes his head disapprovingly at you. "I taught you better than this." He scolds with a roll of his eyes. You're too shocked to say anything, still processing his presence in front of you.

He turns and faces the bewildered drunks. "Oi, we claimed her first!" One of them shakes his fist threateningly, but he's too drunk to stand upright by himself. Donnie stares, unimpressed. "That's right, back off!" The other drunk man shouts, pausing to hurl his guts on the toppled trash can.

The putrid smell snaps you out of the mini daze, and you look at the man's vomit in disgust. He staggers from puking, standing back upright and dragging his hand across his mouth to wipe his lips.

Both you and Donnie groan in disgust, and you look up to see him staring at you. You don't say anything, but your eyes soften at the fact that he's here. You see him struggling to hold back a small smile, and a giggle slips past your lips. He finally relents, smiling at you.

The men are too drunk to even do anything to you, much less fight Donnie, so he holds his hand to you. He tenses, ready for you to reject it and run away like you did last time. He's stunned into silence when you slip your hand into his without hesitation. You're nervous; maybe he actually hates you.

He pulls you close, allowing the robot arms in his smart backpack to extend and climb up the fire escape. You exhale shakily, looking at the ground below you as you continue to go higher and higher until you reach the rooftop of the building next to the alleyway.

Donnie lets go of his gentle grip on you. Your cheeks feel like fire when you realize you were pulled close to his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you in a safe hold. Your neck feels hot, and you follow him to sit down on a makeshift seat he had quickly fashioned out of old crates.

"So."

"So." You reply, staring down at your hands in your lap and starting to play with your fingers. God, it was so awkward now. What happened to all the easy conversations you had before? All the relentless debates where he had called you an idiot, even though you knew he didn't mean it?

Right, it was all gone because, in your moment of fear, you ran.

You had to fix this. To make it right.

"Thank you for saving me... again."

Donnie flinches. When he had seen you being cornered, part of him wanted to turn away. You ran away from him, so why couldn't he do the same?

'It's because of morals,' he tried to convince himself.

But he knew it was more than that. Somehow, somewhere along the countless times he's saved you, he had started to like your presence. Especially when you were right beside him. Eventually, it had grown into more than mere fondness, to the extent that it didn't feel right without you there.

You were officially the one he wanted to show his inventions to, the first to boast to, and the first person he wanted to talk to in the mornings. You made him feel things, which wasn't ideal for him as someone who was dedicated to his inventions.

So with a sigh, he jumped down to save you yet again.

But now, sitting beside you on the rooftop, he felt the ache in his heart he had ignored for so long start to ebb away. He stares at your face, partially covered by the silky strands of your hair. You were starting to fidget with your fingers again. It was a habit he had always chided you on at the beginning of your friendship. But now, he had grown fond of it and the other small things you did that gave away how you felt. It was also easier for him to tell how you were feeling based on those habits alone.

You glance at him, and he's almost ready to forget every negative emotion you had thrust upon him from the incident alone.

"It was nothing, just another day in the life of a genius and handsome inventor like me." He replies almost instantly, liking how relief seemed to fill your eyes.

Your shoulders sag with relief at Donnie's response, relieving the tense atmosphere. "Donnie, I'm sorry I ran away. I was momentarily scared. It's no excuse, and I don't want to make excuses for my behavior. I hurt you, and I'm sorry." It's so easy for you to lie, to say that his identity didn't affect you in the slightest.

But it did.

You were ashamed of how you acted for judging a book by its cover. Sure, he was a teenage mutant turtle, but he was also your friend first.

And the truth was that you had hurt him.

"I mean, it's not like I was affected or anything." Donnie lies, but seeing how your face falls, he hurries to reveal the truth. "Okay, that was a lie. I was affected. I just, I don't know… Thought we were friends, ya know?" He shrugs, trying to play off his emotions.

You see how his eyes fill with a lingering sadness, and your heart begins to ache for him.

"I'm sorry…."

"Are we…still friends, though?" Donnie's quiet question makes you glance up at him immediately, nodding fervently. "We are! I'd love to still be friends with you." Your words are filled with hope and slight nervousness, afraid that he felt the exact opposite.

He exhales.

"Okay… So, we're good then." He states.

"We're good." You repeat with a nod, your gaze soft.

Donnie chuckles. "Seriously, how do you keep getting yourself into danger? It's annoying."

You smile, unaffected by his words. "I don't mind getting into danger 'cause you're always there to save me, aren't you?"

The words fall from your lips before you can process them, and your cheeks start to warm. You look down at your hands, your intense gaze burning an imaginary hole into them.

Donnie's slightly taken aback by your words, but he coughs, looking at the street below and ignoring the small smile that threatens to take over. His heart starts to hum in his chest, gradually speeding up.

"Yeah, I am always there, aren't I, my damsel in distress."

The two of you sit in silence, mulling over the other's words with silly grins you keep hidden from each other.

"Do you think she's on her way home?" You finally speak, breaking the comfortable silence between you both. He follows your gaze to a young woman who looks to be in her mid-twenties crossing the street.

He crosses his arms, leaning back. "Nah, I'd say she's on the way to meet her friends." He hums.

"Oh, you're right." You spot the neatly curled hair, pristine makeup, and the way she walks in her heels. It's not the image of a woman returning from a night out.

"Of course I am. I'm the smart one here, remember?" Donnie chides you lightheartedly. "Oh, oh, oh. What about that couple? I think they're headed to the sushi place downtown. Surely they are, or they'd be plebeians with horrible taste." He points excitedly.

"Nah, I'd say they're headed to somewhere way less expensive. Look at his shoes and her bag." You point out, and Donnie squints at the dirty and scuffed white shoes the guy wore and the tote bag hanging on her shoulder by a thread.

"It's like we're on a double date with them." His careless remark is carefully structured to avoid admitting that he's wrong, and it works. You glare at him, your cheeks a warm cherry red. The tips of your ears match the flushed skin of your face, and he hides a smirk at the sight.

"It's not a double date," You manage to find your voice, retorting. "We're just third and fourth-wheeling."

"Just pretend to be my date, then." Yet another of Donnie's careless remarks manages to draw out the same reaction as his previous one, and you hit his arm lightly in retaliation. He laughs. "You think you can hurt me."

You scoff, looking away. "Whatever, at least I'm cooler than you."

"Cooler? Maybe. Smarter? Absolutely not." He retorts immediately, used to the same remark from his cocky brother in blue.

He freezes, glancing at you nervously as soon as he lets the harsh remark slip. He waits with bated breath for your reaction, fearing that he may have hurt you unintentionally.

To his relief, you start to giggle, the bubbly and bright sound warming him from the inside out. He stares at you as you laugh, your eyes closed while you try to calm your giggles.

"Why does it feel like you've had that one ready to go for a while?" You wipe away tears from your eyes, smiling brightly.

"My younger brother. A pain in the ass." Is Donnie's reply accompanied by an annoyed undertone to his words. "He forced me out of the lab and made me come up here. But I ran into you again, so it was worth it." He shrugs.

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the feeling so foreign and yet so familiar when with him.

Maybe it's weird to have built such an odd relationship with your knight in shining armor, but you didn't mind discovering more about this new feeling he seemed to give you.

You might even be looking forward to it.

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