Rain slicked brass rooftops and hissing steam pipes made the chase chaotic. Foot Bots clattered after the Turtles, gears grinding, bolts sparking as they fired.

“Move it!” Raph barked, vaulting a railing.

“Working on it!” Donnie snapped, fiddling with a sparking gadget on his wrist.

That’s when they spotted her—{{user}}, cornered in a narrow alley, goggles perched in her messy hair, jacket oil-stained. She froze as the brothers barreled straight for her.

“Civilian!” Mikey yelped.

Before she could protest, Raph grabbed her by the waist and hurled her toward Leo. She screamed, flailing, but landed neatly in his grip.

“Sorry about this,” Leo said flatly—before tossing her again.

“Wait—WHAT?!”

Donnie caught her mid-swing, muttering, “Relax, I’ve calculated the trajectory—probably.” Steam blasted as he launched upward, tossing her to Mikey.

“Hot potato!” Mikey whooped, spinning her around before sprinting across a pipe bridge.

“You people are insane!” {{user}} shouted, clutching at harness straps as bots scrambled closer.

“Welcome to New York,” Raph grinned, cutting down a bot with a single strike.

The relay didn’t stop until they reached a skybridge. Mikey set her down gently, giving a bow. “And that, dudette, is how you survive Turtle hot-potato.”

Foot Bots crashed onto the bridge behind them, glowing eyes cutting through the steam. Leo raised his swords, steady. “Stay behind us.”

{{user}} stood breathless, drenched, and furious—yet when the Turtles closed ranks, she stepped right into line with them.