Dagger From the Mirror (ROTTMNT/TMNT 2012 Crossover Fic)

Ready for Battle

April couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Well, she could; this was definitely something her Donnie was capable of. But she hated it so much, she didn't want to believe that it had actually happened.

Neither did this Donnie, apparently.

"I can't believe he did this—so much work, gone!" Words spilled from Donatello's mouth as he paced back and forth in his lab, his face twisting into an expression that could only be described as pure anguish and rage. Though his voice was loud, he forced it down, hands gesturing wildly as if he just had to move and couldn't get free his mind in any other way. April was honestly impressed at his ability to keep from screaming.

Sure, he had kicked his desk several times now and broken a few flasks, but she could hardly blame him.

"And you're sure that your universe's Donnie is behind this?" Leo asked again, speaking low enough that Donnie couldn't hear him. April nodded.

"Bootyyyshaker9000?" She asked, "Oh yeah, it's definitely him."

"I'm going to strangle myself!" Donnie screeched, as Mikey and this universe's April desperately tried to calm him down. Leo watched them but made no effort to move; those two were better at dealing with Donnie's emotions than he ever could be, so he and Raph stood off to the side with the new April. This kind of discussion was needed anyways.

Raph raised one brow ridge. "Why?"

"Why what?" April frowned, confused. Raph rolled his eyes.

"Why would he willingly call himself that?" He asked, a disgusted look on his face. April shrugged.

"In his words," She said, "He 'likes to dance'. I don't know, that's not important! What's important is what he just did!"

"Yeah..." Leo muttered, eyes locked on the chaotic scene in front of him. "That is the biggest issue here..."

The ranting abruptly halted as Donnie froze, ceasing in his yelling and pacing and kicking the desk for just a single moment. His eyes widened, and somehow, his already horrified expression grew even more terrified. He spun around to face the main group.

"Raph, Mikey, April!" Donnie exclaimed, "Give me your T-Phones!"

"Uh, why?" Raph asked hesitantly. Judging by the enraged look this put on Donatello's face, this was the wrong thing to say.

"Because I said so!" Donnie shouted, eyes practically popping out of his head. He clearly was not accepting "no" for an answer. Raph raised his hands in surrender, handing over his phone, as did Mikey and April—no one wanted to argue with him now. Donnie nodded a thanks and took them in his hands.

And promptly slammed them into the concrete floor and stomped them into pieces.

"What the-"

"Hey!"

"Donnie!!" Mikey shouted, eyes wide and hands outstretched, "Bro, What are you doing?! You just destroyed all my high scores on like, ten different games!!"

"Those are connected to my laptop," Donnie explained frantically, "He probably hacked into them too, and read everything that's ever been on there! Hell, he probably connected to the microphones too and has been listening to everything we've been saying for the entire night!"

"Everything?" Leo blinked. Huh, he'd never thought he'd be thankful to Fishface for destroying his and Donnie's phones, but here he was. At least their earlier conversation was safe. "Wait, what about locations?"