TMNT (2007) Raphael x reader

The Nightwatcher

"Freeze or we'll shoot!"

Three NYPD officers chase a panicked mugger through the rain. The mugger is a jackrabbit- weaving through traffic to avoid arrest. Eventually the NYPD peter out.

The mugger smiles. "Heh... suckers." He says smuggly, when suddenly a tweeked out motorcycle speeds into his view.

The mugger screams like a little baby bitch as he tries to escape.
(If you get that reference, I love you XD)

The driver is dressed in all black leather and a black visored helmet, looking intimidating.

"Whaaaaa!!" The mugger screams as the driver grabs him by his collar and drags him along 9th Avenue, hitting his head on every. Single. Garbage can.

Just as the mugger is about to hit a telephone pole, the driver veers left into an abandoned alley way.

The driver tosses him on the ground, full speed. That's one bad case of road rash.

The mugger slides down the alley into a pile of trash like a human bowling ball.

At the beginning of the alley, the driver does donuts, kicking up dust. He suddenly stops, turning off the motorcycle.

"P-please don't kill me, man." The mugger stutters. The driver cocks his head as he takes out a combat knife. The mugger can see his own terror in the visor of his mask.

The driver sticks the knife into his jacket, pinning him to the wall. The driver turns around to gather the stolen belongings, not noticing the mugger wiggling his way out from the wall.

The mugger, thinking he had the upper hand, throws the knife towards him, sticking it in his back.

Thinking he's won, the mugger smiles. But his eyes seem to bulge when the driver turns around slowly, unfazed.

A bolo chain drops to his side, trapping the mugger. A flurry of punches and kicks are sent, the sounds of chains rattling filling their ears.

Sirens can be heard as the police show themselves in the alley.

"...whoa" one of them says as his stares at the scene in front of him.

"The Nightwatcher." The other says, also staring.

The mugger is hung upside down, rapped in chains, as the purse he stole hangs from his neck. He'll live, but he'll never commit another crime again.

*on the rooftop*

A figure dressed in a black and f/c (favorite color) kunoichi outfit and mask kneels on the rooftop, witnessing the masked vigilante drive away. Her (long/medium/short) hair rustling in the wind.  The mask only leaves her e/c (eye color) eyes to be seen.

She follows, curious as to who would do that. In all her years, she'd never met someone who would do that with no selfish reason.

She underestimated him, he knew someone was following him... but who? The foot clan are gone, back to Japan as far as he knew. Could this person be a new enemy?

Hiding his motorcycle, he makes his way up the fire escape to confront his stalker. Surprised to see her standing on the ledge.

"Who are you." He says, his Brooklyn accent prominent. More as a statement than a question. "And why are you following me."

She chuckled still not facing him. She CHUCKLED at him! Does she find him humerus?

"Hey! Doll face! What so funny about you stalking me huh?" He says, getting angry, even if he can't help but like her laugh.

She chuckled again. "I'm not stalking you", she says finally turning around. "I was admiring your craftsmanship... very inspiring." She says in an almost mocking tone. "And I'm not your doll."

"Well how 'bout this, DOLL, you got a name? I'd love to know what people call you, DOLL", he says matching her tone.

She's hesitant, but she likes this one. "The police have been calling me Night Angel, but my friends call me Y/N" She eyes him for any reaction, still cautious.

"Night Angel huh? It's got a nice ring to it. And I ain't your friend Tenshi." He says, still not sure of her intentions.

"You know Japanese?" She says, surprised. No one knows Japanese anymore. "Well that's surprising."

"So do you. Where'd you learn, Tenshi?" He asks, still curious as to if she's an enemy.

"Oh you know... I've been around." Starting to walk the edge of the roof. "If I ask you, would you answer?"

It was his turn to chuckle now. She seems trustworthy, she hasn't done anything to prove otherwise. "Trained in ninjitsu... my whole life. The names Nightwatcher, but I'm assuming you knew that, doll." He puts on a smirk he knows she can't see.

She can hear the smirk, tho. Chuckling again, she takes of her mask, showing her own. She motions for him to come closer.

He obliged, somehow trusting this mystery woman. 'She's kinda... pretty' he thinks.

"So hotshot, why the get-up? You don't seem like the type to be helping old ladies." She asks, sitting on the edge and turning her attention to the New York skyline.

He chuckles again, deciding to sit next to her. He can't tell why, but he likes her already.

"The city needs protection. It's my home, and the police aren't doing shit to help. I can do things they can't, or won't do. I get results." He explains.

Y/N, however, could see through him. She knew there was more to it then that. She looks at him with a small smile.

"Well, if it's any consolation, your doing a damn good job." She compliments. She knows there's more beneath that, but she doesn't know him, she can't ask for his whole life story.

He's visibly surprised by the compliment, no one's praised him for his efforts. Most believe his efforts a nucense, that he should leave it to the real police.

He looks at her to see she's already looking at him.

"What? Never been complimented for a job well done?" She says smiling.

"... No actually. Everyone in the city seems to think I'm an unessicary evil plaguing the city." He states with distaste. He gets annoyed by these comments, he's just trying to do his job.

"Well, they sound like they need to get laid." She says, hoping to lighten his mood.

He bursts out laughing, surprised that came out of her mouth. She smirks, successful.

He calms down after a moment. "Hah... my names Rapheal. Call me Raph, Y/N."