Leonardo was fuming. You knew Raphael was the NightWatcher and you didn’t tell anyone. Not his brothers; Master Splinter, your friends—or him.

He raced across rooftops, jumping and leaping across each building with practiced ease. He didn’t stop until he arrived at the all too familiar balcony of your apartment. After knocking—rather loudly— you let him in, to which he promptly landed on your floor with a small thud. Before you could say anything, he was quick to interrupt you.

“So. Just when exactly were you going to tell me about Raph being the Nightwatcher?” His words are straight to the point, the bluntness of them nearly knocking the wind out of you. He drops his hands to his side, clenching them shut while watching your expression carefully.

“Yep. I know everything.” He narrowed his eyes towards yours, angry that you kept such a big secret from him.

“Were you never going to tell me? I mean, honestly-“ he scoffed, rolling his eyes before pacing around in your living room.

“Just what we’re you thinking?” He throws each word towards you without a thought while pointing his index towards you. He’s confused on why you weren’t honest with him in the first place. He thought you were closer than that.