You shouldn’t have been out this late.

You knew better, honestly- especially with how much the turtles fought criminals and bad guys on the regular. Yet here you were, walking down the streets of New York alone only to be cornered by a low-life thug. That didn’t make it any less scary though.

You close your eyes, expecting the worst to come when he raises his fist… only for nothing to happen.

“Well looky who it is.” His Brooklyn accent is noticeable even with the helmet on. When you finally open your eyes, you see the one and only Raphael standing before you—or as others know him by, the Nightwatcher.

“Y’know, damsel in distress o’clock passed like an hour ago right?” He jokes with a gruff scoff, which you recognized as his laugh. He looked you over to see if you were hurt—thankfully you weren’t.

He shifted his weight onto his side, his arms now crossed over his chest.

“What the hell are you doing out here so late?” He asks bluntly, his tone more serious now. ’What if he hadn’t been here in time?’ He hates the thought as soon as it forms.