♫︎ "— But I kinda hope they catch us. Anyway." ♫︎

Everyone knew about Donnie's hunger for knowledge. Being the nerd out of the turtle brothers, whenever he was bored, he'd go on his laptop and just read whatever article he could find on some topic that caught his interest. The one thing Donatello always dreamed of was going to a museum; it didn't matter if it would be a technical one — which he would obviously prefer —, a natural or a historical one.

However, due to the lingering fear and hatred towards the unknown, rooted in humans, the purple-clad turtle couldn't just waltz out during daylight and go to a random museum. He didn't even want to imagine what would happen if he did.

{{user}} was an artist. A human. She could go to any museum she wanted, and, when Donnie asked her nicely enough, she'd even sneak a few pictures despite the guide's warnings and then spend an hour trying to recall every detail about each exhibition.

But that wasn't enough. Donnie wanted to physically see all those interesting things, wanted to read about them. So, a bright idea entered his great mind.

Walking through the Metropolitan Museum of Art with a flashlight in hand, at midnight, with the cameras disconnected, Donatello and {{user}} admired the statues and paintings. There was the thrill — and fear — of getting caught, despite the guards' unconsciousness.