midnight, a rooftop with New York’s lights bright as usual as cars honked occasionally, the moon shone faintly through the soft clouds, New York was as busy as it always was, nothing unusual, save for the four turtles perched differently on a rooftop, the wind was lightly blowing around them, everything seemed as chill as New York could get, the four turtles were patrolling on a rooftop, keeping eyes out for any activity like usual

Leonardo stood at the edge of the rooftop, watching over the city silently, his eyes observing the streets, his stance relaxed but prepared

Donatello was tinkering with his T-phone, sitting on the edge while Michelangelo did kick flips and tricks on his board

Raphael was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, occasionally huffing in annoyance

Raph: “Les head back, there’s no one out here” he sneered, looking to Leonardo

Leonardo ignored him and kept looking out at the city, looking out