ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

Uranium

"Ohmigosh— Donnie you did it!!" The ornate box turtle exclaimed, jumping up and down and clapping happily.
"I- I did— I did!" He smiled, looking down at his very lightly trembling legs as he stood.
The younger sprinted to the doorway, calling out to the others before running over and hugging the older tightly. "You did it! You can walk!"
"I can—"
The three burst in, thinking the worst as they spotted the softshell with the younger. He was. . Standing?

Their eyes widened, Leo and Raph immediately running over and enveloping the two in a big hug.
"Nice job man!" Leo cheered.
"Great work bud! And you too Mike!" The snapper agreed.
"Thanks Lee, and Raphie!"
"Heh- thanks—" He muttered, attempting to remove himself from the hug as unnoticeably as possible.
"Amazing work you two. What big progress you have made." The Baron smiled.
"Thanks dad!" Mikey smiled.
His eyes suddenly lit up, smiling at the praise. "Thanks Papa."
He nodded, walking over and patting them all on the head.
The two smiled, finally being released from the bear-hug the group was in.
"So. . . can I finally work on my—"
"No!" Raph spoke, a little louder than intended
"But I'm able to do stuff on my own now!" He whined.
"Bad Donnie!" Leo frowned, bopping him on the head.
"Did you just—"
"Why can he not? He is right, he is fully capable of walking and moving around on his own. And he would have one of us near him at all times." Draxum pointed out.

"How is he supposed to do anything when all of his stuff is- erm-. . Gone—"
"Oh. . Right. . ." The softshell sighed.
"Well, I suppose he could use my laboratory. I am not currently using it for anything large due to caring for you four."
The genius perked up at the offer, eyes lighting up once more. "W- wait really? Like- Actually? I— Ohmigosh what—"
"Yes, really."
He squealed uncharacteristically loud, hands flapping and feet tapping the ground. "Yesyesyesyes!!"
"Wonderful, just do not use up my entire uranium supply."
"URANIUM?! You have uranium?!?"
"Oh shit, shouldn't have said that man." Leo grinned.
"Why not? It is a useful element in technology and general science work."
"Because he quite literally goes feral without uranium, just think what would happen with it."
"Oh. How interesting."
Meanwhile the softshell was pacing around carefully, having subconsciously grabbed the forearm crutches. He paced back and forth, mumbling about random projects he could finally finish or upgrade now that he is allowed to have access to the supply.

"Don- Don. Donnie chill man! We get it you're happy but ya gotta calm down." Raph said, grabbing the latter's shoulders and forcing him to face him.
"But Raphael! Just think what the possibilities could be now that I have access to the one thing I couldn't get! With it, we'll be virtually unstoppable!"
"Yeah, yeah. But ya just learned how to fully walk without help. Your legs are still shaking like mad dude, and your ribs are still healin'."
"Not a problem, dear brother! I could just—"
"No."
"But—"
"Donnie. Ya can't fix every problem with tech. I get it, ya finally happy that you can continue your— eh— science-y stuff but ya gotta calm down and take it slow until you're fully healed."
"Fine. ." He slumped forward slightly, shoulders drooping and weight on the crutches being slightly released.
"Good." He patted him on the head and smiled, releasing him.
"But can I still—"
"No!"
"But you never let me!"
"Because it's a BOMB!"
"Experimentation, Raphael! Everything must be tested! Don't you want me to live up to my full potential, brother?"

"I do but not with BOMBS!"
"But how come Leo's allowed to do stupid reckless stuff!?"
"Because his level of stupid and reckless doesn't involve giant explosives! Or fire, or weapons! Mostly—"
"Hey! I'm right here!" The slider crossed his arms stubbornly.
"How do you know? Do you spy on him or something?"
"No, he brags about it all the time."
"Damnit. ."
"Oi."
"But Leo—"
"I know, he's gonna get the lecture later."
"Not fair! 'Damn' technically isn't even a swear word!"
"Life ain't fair Donnie!" Mikey smiled.
"Using my words against me are you Doctor Delicate Touch?"
"Yep!"
"Well then tell Doctor Delicate Touch he needs new material."
"What did you just say?"
"I said for you to tell Doctor Delicate Touch to— Oh."