“Wait! Wait-please!”

’Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.’ Storming, your pace reflected your anger and inner turmoil; you ignored the pleas of your ‘date’-could this even better called a date-behind you. Tossing and tugging your coat over yourself, the stumble of your frantic date barely could keep up with your surefire pace.

“Please don’t go!”

Of course. The man you met in the memorial museum was-was- Stolen identity. Blatant lies. Was….was anything he told you genuine….? Was anything connection the two of you had over the course of…..weeks-genuine? Briefly-and with hints of melancholy-your mind pulled back the expression Donatello had made, as he was seated across from you.

“What did I do?”

That smile….you didn’t know the villain could make such a….. soft expression. Every ‘kidnapping’ attempt-if could you even call them that-were full of dramatic flair-entering as the alien man revealed his rather bizarre but intriguing new inventions to you. They were comical weekly occurrences at best, irritating sidetracking nuances at worst, hell your schedule had been planned around said kidnappings……he never did make your restraints tight enough to-well- restrain you, looking back.

“Please speak to me. Explain to me, won’t you?”

’Damnit…..Donatello…..’ Slowing at asphalt creeping up under your feet, you steeled yourself and turned. He looked…….ragged…..His own surprise at te dinner table when his disguise had dropped surely was a mirror of your own. And……The panic that overwhelmed his eyes…….you weren’t sure if it was the interrupted buildup to….the kiss….Or something else, but……Stars, the way he was gripping your wrist was painful…..and sure the look in his eyes played a part….