ʟᴇᴏɴᴀʀᴅᴏ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 ɪɴ ʙʟᴜᴇ 💙🐢
Ita; Mi sono divertita un sacco a disegnare i due Leonardo delle serie 2012 e 2018 (Rise), amo i crossover, e continuo a pensare che un film con questi due gruppi di turtles sarebbe semplicemente fantastico!! ❤️
A child was crying. No… not crying, sobbing. It was a sadness they were familiar with. Had witnessed so many times and experienced themselves. As much as they tried to suppress their own pain, they would always recognize that emotion.
A child was crying. And they didn’t know where it was coming from. It was seemingly everywhere and nowhere. Each one of them heard it, and they were all spread out across the city. They called each other after racing around trying to find the source, only to discover their fellow heroes were also searching for it.
Eventually, the one who stayed away the most, called in. Letting them know they found the source of the crying. The source of the heartbreaking sobs.
They sounded close to tears as well.
Gotham didn’t know what to do. Her realm’s king was here, in her city, in her territory, in her domain. And yet, she felt nothing but sadness. As she watched her heir cry his little heart out, a body far too small to have belonged to him before he arrived.
He couldn’t sense her. Not yet, not with her power so weak and the curse growing in the air of her haunt shielding him from her presence. Her future King of All was crying, an act of grief so deep she had seen it plague her people countless times. It should never be on a face so young. On the face of The Balance.
She didn’t know what to do. So she did what she knew she could, and she echoed his cries across her domain, knowing one of her dark knights would answer the call.
Now it was up her her little prince to accept the help of her trusted children.
so this is just a sneak peak, no real thoughts. I’m going to put it under the cut. It’s the rough opening to an intense scene, so I’m giving people the option to wait for the chapter. Like always, it’s rough and subject to change before the final post.
Hint: It includes Donnie.
Sneak Peak (Ty Lee POV) - Note, she’s on the roof of the tank
She hears it again, but this time it’s softer. Ty Lee hesitates before following the sound on quiet feet. She’s walking down half the train before she realizes where she’s heading. Donnie. Her shoulders drop in relief. He must be working on something in his room. Or hitting the wall. She giggles a little at the thought and stops above his quarters.
She drops into a deep crouch and slides her arm down the side and smiles when her fingers find the edge of a window. She lays flat against the cold metal, letting her toes sink into a small seam on the roof and swings over until her head appears in the window. She grins wildly, a joyful shout building, but it dies in her throat. Donnie sits off to the side of the small room surrounded by wire and dark sections of scales, but that’s not what makes her blood run cold. It’s the spirit, sitting with his shell cracked open before him. His hands move methodically through the removed organ before reaching for something sharp.
Ty Lee thinks she’s going to be sick.
Her eyes immediately flood. What happened? Is he hurt? Why didn’t he say anything? The spirit reaching away from the window when she sees it. The flex and bend of something green and patterned on his mutilated back. Except it’s not mutilated. Her wet eyes track the curve of the spirits spine and follows its connection to Donnie’s plated front. A shell? It’s another shell. It doesn’t look like the other two spirit’s though. She remembers the massive spirit with a shell made almost of jagged stone. Remembers the hard curve of the blue one’s, but Donnie’s doesn’t look like either. In fact, it seems….malleable.
Ty Lee squints at the familiar metal shell, forcing herself to look past the horror, but it looks like it always does. Even the way it lays open reminds her of when it unfolds to display his other limbs and wings. She looks at this more organic shell on Donnie’s back, trying to put the pieces together, and pauses on the spirits shoulders. They’re are thick lines of discolored skin on either side of his neck. Painful blue and black bruises that seem to wrap all the way to his plastron. The lines are too straight to be organic, almost like he was wearing something heavy.
Like a piece of armor.
She sucks in a soft breath at the implication. Her eyes jump from the bruises to the metal shell, mind racing, before looking straight into the electric eyes of the spirit.
Note: I’m actually interested if the tension is building correctly. Let me know how it reads!
Danny, Billy and Constantine becoming a found family. Danny tapping into his protective obsession to care for little baby child that is cosplaying as an adult to survive and sad British man in tench coat is just tired™️ and needs a nap. I can easily imagine Danny just finding billy doing lost child things and instantly trying to adopt him, and Constantine coming by to check on the champion of magic and getting reverse adopted immediately.