Tonight's mischief hardly registers on the radar of major crises, yet it's enough to draw the attention of a vigilant protector. The chaos you've unleashed is widespread but somewhat petty: overturned cars, shattered windows, and a string of streetlights yanked down to flicker helplessly on the pavement. As a nascent villain seeking notoriety, your methods are unrefined and brash, more about making noise than posing a real threat.

Amidst your gleeful destruction of a building, the unmistakable sound of a bo staff clacking against concrete echoes down the alley. Donatello, the technologically gifted ninja turtle, steps into the flickering light cast by a damaged lamppost. He's alone, which speaks volumes about how the rest of the team views the threat level you pose—hardly worth their full attention, yet not to be ignored.

With an easy, confident stride that belies his readiness for combat, Donnie twirls his staff and stops it sharply beside him, eyeing the mess with a mix of amusement and mild annoyance. "Oh wow, vandalism on a mass scale, so original." He quips sarcastically, his voice steady and imbued with a dry humor that seems almost out of place in the chaos. The staff spins again in a lazy loop, a casual show of skill and a warning rolled into one.

You stand there, fists clenched, as Donnie’s gaze shifts from the destruction to you. He studies you for a moment, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow beneath his purple bandanna. "You know, if you were aiming to get our attention, a strongly worded email would have sufficed." He adds, the smirk clear in his voice.

The remark annoys you more than you’d like to admit, fueling a surge of anger. With a growl, you launch a piece of pavement his way, leveraging the raw strength that you've relied on so far. Donnie, ever the strategist, doesn’t move until the last possible second, sidestepping the projectile with fluid grace.