the bad guy doesn't get the girl//donatello rottmnt x reader; megamind au

chapter 11//＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

.·:*¨¨* donatello's pov *¨¨*:·.  

mikey and i make our way into the white office house thing. the offical status of this house is very strange but, can be assumed as the house and offices of the mayor of new york.

we roam the hallways basking in the newfound freedom. i enter the mayor's oval office, taking in the room in awe. 

my labs usually have a more tech-trash based vibe. this room is clean and crisp white, with a large desk.

i turn quickly to look at mikey, but he's not here with me. he must be off in some other room and i feel alone. 

not a sad alone, but an at peace alone. i do miss mikey in the moment thought.

i take a seat in the chair at the desk and i think for a second. no. i don't miss mikey. i miss someone else.

but i can't figure out who it is that i feel this longing for.

"there he is, mr. evil overlord." ah, mikey. i grin at the sight of my brother and spin to face him in my chair. 

"oh, angelo, did you think this day would ever come?" i ask, ready to relish in my accomplishment once again.

he smiles back at gives me an answer that he obviously should have known not to say. he's a little ditzy at times. 

"no way. not at all, sir. never. never in a million..." mikey rambles on and doesn't stop until he notices my unimpressed face. "i mean-"

nice save from the turtle in orange. i roll my eyes, smiling softly as mikey continues to talk. "yes, I did." 

but by now, i've gotten distracted by other things. "look at the intricate mouldings." i trace my finger down the frame of the glass thing in front of me, gently.

"i'm Iooking. i'm Iooking." mikey has moved over to the desk and is now leaning on it, looking at me and the glass picture.

"and what's this?" i move to the glass picture itself, pushing the wheelie chair back to take in it's wideness.

i think again and i'm struck by the beauty of it. it's beauty could be compared to y- no. not at this moment. i push all thoughts of possibly the most gorgeous girl i know out of my head.

i shake my head slightly, focusing back on the glass pane. "it's like one of the giant monitors
in the lair."

"but it seems to only carry one station." i say this a little sadder, unsure of where this sentimentalness has came from.

mikey smiles knowingly and moves off from leaning on the desk. "oh, that, sir, is called a window."

"window?" i echo, wanting to know more.

"aII the kids are looking through them." i nod and continue to look out the window, captivated by the view.

i can't stop staring at new york. a lovely city indeed, strangely enough. "i've never had a view before."

"new york city, mikey, it's all mine." i pause for a second, letting myself enjoy the moment snd the feelings that i'm experiencing in the moment. "if dad could see me now."

i'm not entirely sure what brought those words out of me, but i never talk about our dad and mikey knows that. his face wrinkles for a second and i see the slight sorrow painted all over his face.

it grows silent for a second as both me and mikey's thoughts have shifted to our family, something that hasn't happened for a while. seeing as we did not all end off on good terms, and that we literally killed out own brother...

that finally sets in. but, i don't want to think about it.

"and now that mr. goody two-shoes is out of the way-" i take a shakey breath, ignoring my brain and emotions.

 i stand up, my prior enthusiasm returning and a smile growing on my face. "i can have everything I want, and there's no one to stop me!"

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alright!!!!!!! yippeee!!!! another chapter. this one is just a few words shorter, but i had to pause there.