It was late—one of those soft, golden evenings where the city hummed gently in the background. The lights from the rooftops twinkled like stars had fallen and made homes between the buildings. You and Donnie were sitting up high on one of your favorite quiet spots—just the two of you, legs dangling over the edge, a warm breeze brushing past.

He was beside you, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin. His bo staff was leaning against the wall behind him, untouched for hours. Tonight wasn’t about tech or missions or duty.

Tonight was about him.

You glanced at him—at his calm, thoughtful expression, the way he always looked like he was processing a hundred things at once. But he wasn’t somewhere else tonight. He was here, grounded in the moment with you. You hesitated, nerves creeping up, but only for a second. Then you smiled, heart beating in your throat.

“I want to marry you.”

There was a pause—not the kind filled with fear or doubt, but surprise. Donnie’s eyes widened, and his lips parted slightly, like he needed a second to process what you’d just said. Then he exhaled a breathless laugh, shoulders relaxing, eyes softening in a way that made your chest ache.

“You’re serious?” he asked, voice quiet but full of something bright. “You really want that—with me?”

How could he say no to that smile?

“How could I ever say no to you?” he interrupted, gently, almost in disbelief. “You… you’re everything I never thought I’d have. Someone who sees me. Loves me. Not just the brain or the tech or the ninja, but me.”

He leaned in closer, hand brushing against yours. He nodded and soon you both laughed, overwhelmed, your hands finding each other, fingers intertwining perfectly.

“I don’t care if it’s a rooftop or a backyard or a lab full of robots,” Donnie said, grinning now. “As long as it’s you standing across from me? It’s perfect.”

He was yours. You were his.