When the Sky Falls- TMNT X ROTTMNT Crossover

Chapter Ten: April

(( Jingle Bells, Batman Smells, Robin laid and egg. There's blood on the floor and the bat is no more- while Joker gets away.))

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"Wait- Hamato?" Leo put up his hand, before leaning in closer to the Terrapin, who was now notably more apprehensive where he was resting on the table. "Haha, dad never told us we lost a sibling." he snorted a little bit, playfully of course. "Haha, just messing with you. What a .. peculiar last name though!"

Donnie had already jumped on that same train with Leo, though. The younger of the alleged 'Disaster Twins' clasps his hands together, before walkinng over ot the door, and taking in a deep breath of air. "Oh Papa!" There was a visible stiffening from Splinter in the next room. The rat seemed to just be shaking, wondering what the intellectual of the four turtle siblings had up his sleeves at that time.

"... Yes Purple..?" The olden rodent's face read of comical guilt. However, there was still a generalized uneasiness about him. He was definitely guilty of something.

"Papa, why didn't you tell us that we had another brother? This lil guy seems to be a Hamato as well!" The rat looked confused, before he started to laugh, bringing his arm to his face in what could be seen as obvious relief.

"Nonesense, Purple! You are always quite the amusinng one, are you not?" the rat turned around, hoping the conversation was over, before cringing interally when he heard Donnie call out to him again from the lab.

"Don't think I didn't notice that my 3-in-one utencil set was missing."

The two continued to exchange banter, but that was where Mikey had closed off all of the conversations that he was processing. His mind was racing, trying to come up with substantial excuses as to why he had the same last name as these turtles.

Leave it to him to mess something up when he has to deal with a major problem on his own. No wonder Raph was always calling him an idiot and a screw up. He didn't even need to be in a stressful situation with his own brothers to screw something up.

Out of frustration, he hit his head back on the top bar of the table that he was on, not sure of how else to vent out his frustrations.

It seemed he kind of spaced out after that point, because the next thing he remembered was the much bigger alternate version of Raph gently pulling him away from the bar, even if it was to be in a sitting up position again. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa there. Eh... Milo? My brothers can just get excited sometimes. Do you... uh.. need some time?"

Making a thumb's gesture to the door, the alagator snapping turtle gently grabbed his own Mikey by the top of his shell, coaxing him back away from 'Milo' as the Box turtle rocked back and forth on the bars of the place where Michelangelo was resting. The other version of Mikey was asking several questions, rocking back and forth at a mile a minute as he tried to get all of the questions to the stranger.

"Hamato is just a common name. That's all. It's - wild that we have the same last name... who would'a thought..!" Mikey started to laugh a little bit, before resting one of his hands on Ice Cream Kittie's head, and brinnging the other up behind his own to scratch at the back of his cranium in awkwardness.

"Ah, it kind of is." Donnie pitches in, after closing the door to his own room. He and Splinter were probably done making the strange banter with each other. "Either way, we will have to keep you here for a few days. You are msotly fine, but there are a couple things I want to check out." Don's face fell to it's classic deadpan expression as he grabbed a couple things off of the table. "So it is time for the million dollar question. One we all have been asking-"