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

chapter 16//＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚.

.·:*¨¨* y/n's pov *¨¨*:·.  

i watch donal- donatello rush to press the buttons, he seems in a hurry to get out of here. it's silent for a second and i sit in my thoughts mournfully.

i side glance over at the worker, and i think about his name. it's quite odd and i've personally never heard it before, maybe in a history book but not in the 21st century.

maybe i should strike up a conversation? "i kept thinking he was gonna do one of his Iast-minute escapes." i say, looking up and over at donatello. he's attractive if i'm being honest with myself, soft brown eyes and a defined jawline.

he speaks up with the same tone as me. "yeah. he was really good at those." he doesn't look at me, i notice and i'm not surprised. but, it seems to come from a place of nervousness instead of the careless attitude i saw before. 

"oh, if only the world had a reset button." i say, grimacing as i do. i'm trying to lighten the mood but one look at him lets me know he took me seriously.  

his face falls and he turns to me, showing more disappointment in one glance then i've ever seen. "i've Iooked into the reset button. the science is impossible."

he genuinely seems sad, and this takes me by surprise. i watch him tear up and i shift slightly, taking a step forward to stand at his side. "oh, donatello. i didn't know you had... feelings." 

i wince at my words, but he doesn't notice my comment. "are you okay?" i say, placing my hand on his shoulder. i notice his arm tense, his eyes flick to me and then he relaxes.

"neon leon's gone. and now there's no one left to challenge othello." he says, sadly and i motion with my arms before speaking.

"oh, come on, donatello." i say and fold my arms, attempting to be positive. "as long as there's evil, good will rise up against it." i say hopefully and i look him in his eyes.

the sad look he shoots me makes me melt slightly. but, it's mixed with something else that i can't put my finger on. "oh, I wish." i snap back to reality at his words and i frown.

"i believe someone is gonna stand up to othello." i state, and i let my arms relax at my side.

he grins and looks up, curiously. "you really think so?" i nod, seeming a little more confident in my words.

"yeah. i mean, it's like they say, "heroes aren't born, they're made."." i say, quoting some saying, and i don't remember where i first heard it.

donatello looks excited, and i've never seen him this happy, in the last 5 minutes since i've known him.

the elevator door opens, and i watch him run out the door and i feel his hand grab my wrist. i can sense the blush on my face as he pulls me along.

"heroes can be made. that's it!" he says, happily. donatello looks back at me, not noticing my flustered appearance. i nod, smiling as we walk through the museum.

i look around, doing a mini spin as he drops my hand. i motion to all the info about neon leon and i turn back to donatello.

"aII you need are the right ingredients." i say, matching his energy. we continue to walk at a fast pace through the displays.

they tell of his life, facts i honestly never bothered to read. "yeah. bravery." i say, holding out my hand to count the next qualities i name.

"yes." he nods, walking backwards and i watch his eyes observe me as i think. my eyes flick around the museum then back at donatello, and i notice the purple bandana. curious, a pretty colour and i didn't notice it before.

well, i didn't notice donatello at all before, so. i suppose i simply didn't see it. i come up with another quickly. "strength."

donatello nods, encouragingly. "of course." i can tell he's earnestly taking in all the information i'm saying and i wonder what's running through his head.

"determination." he smiles, shakes his head slightly but looks back at me and nudges me gently.

he speaks softly but with the same excitement as before. "imperative!" he smiles at me, and i feel warm, knowing the smile isn't from the qualities i named but it seems to be something different. i open my mouth to speak but donatello beats me to it.

"oh, with that, anyone can be a hero!" we make our way out of the museum, towards the exit and i nod, grinning. "yeah!"

i watch donatello check his watch, and them his eyes widen. his pace speeds up as he runs towards the door. he looks back at me, worried but i can see the thrill in his eyes. 

"i think we should run!" he says then grabs me again, not by the wrist, but his hand moves to my waist, practically picking me up as he pulls me along. 

as we leave the doors, the museum explodes, and my eardrums pop due to the noise. i look up, confused and i'm on the cement now. i can feel pain on my arms and knees from being thrown by the blast.

i look up and donatello's smiling at me, with a slight wince due to the pain. what a night.

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IM IN LOVE WITH THIS CHAPTER OMG.