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

chapter 25 //＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚.

.·:*¨¨* donatello's pov *¨¨*:·.

we stand in casey's apartment and i place my hands on my hips, smugly. i let my eyes sweep the apartment and i notice tons of details that add to help me learn more of this guy's character and personality.

small things like a framed photo of him and... his mom? things like how organized the room actually is. things like the signed hockey stick leaning on the dresser.

"could this day get anymore fun-tastic?" i say, spreading my arms out enthusiastically. casey lays on his bed, knocked out. by me.

mikey stays silent, clearly irritated and i nudge him playfully. but all i get it a stare back and then a hopeful statement. "so, I will just go ahead and diffuse him since this is clearly a mistake."

i turn to him, eyes wide. he doesn't understand how perfect this is! "no, dear angelo! there's something much more powerful at work here." 

i explain, trying to sound even just a little bit mysterious. "this is no mistake. it's destiny." mikey simply rolls his eyes and facepalms. he has no vision whatsoever.

"casey jones! prepare for your destiny!" i call out, trying to get him to wake up. "casey! casey jones!"

casey groans and rubs his head as he begins to wake up. he doesn't quite notice us, or maybe he does and he's too stunned to react.

he still doesn't show any sign of being fully conscious. "am i saying it right?" i ask mikey nervously.

"casey jones?" mikey echos, sounding a little confused. i turn back to casey and notice that his muscles seem more defined. i guess my super hero serum thing ended up working.

casey wakes up and looks around then at us. he rubs his eyes, super confused. "is this a robbery?" he asks.

i sort of forgot that i had turned on our other disguises, mine being kind of a cool uncle one, and mikey's being... well, a grandma. his idea, not mine.

"cause the Iady across the hall has way better stuff than me." casey says, pointing to his room door. i chuckle, amused.

i open my mouth to say something, but mikey speaks before i can. "oh, Iook, it's casey jones." mikey says, sounding annoyed. i roll my eyes at him, and think for a second.

he wasn't supposed to see us yet, i need to wait a few seconds for his powers to kick in.

"quick, the spray." i say motioning to mikey to hand me one of my inventions, an amnesia spray. he shrugs and looks at me, indifferently. "aII out."

"well, use the forget-me stick." i say, exasperated. i hold my hand out to recive it and i glance over to see mikey rifling through his bag. "oh, right." he mutters, finding it.

i take it from him, hitting casey directly over his hear quickly. he had been watching us, confused about our interaction. the look remains on his face as he is knocked out yet again, and hopefully forgetting about this.

"just Iook at him." i say, motioning to him. mikey doesn't seem as impressed by me and he looks up at me, unimpressed. "no, he doesn't Iook quite the hero-type to me."

i groan, amused to be honest. "oh, you're such a pill, michelangelo." i say, grinning at my brother. "a potter couldn't ask for finer clay."

suddenly, i can hear shifting on the bed. the powers are clearly working on casey. 

he doesn't gain the same powers as neon leon, i know this as i made the serum. but, he is stronger and he will have small things like quicker reflexes, better eyesights, etc.

"i smell a hero." i say, as the chemicals react causing the scent that fills the small apartment room. "i smell something burning." mikey says and i shake my head, chuckling to myself.

casey starts to wake up again and i frantically move back to by the door. "places! places!" i say, motioning to mikey to come back over.

"places! places! places." mikey chants as he moves over, fixing up his disguise, even if it is just a hologram.

i glance over at my brother, taking in the grandma costume. i stifle a laugh with my hand and i adjust my purple bandana, something that i have to include in every outfit. even if it's supposed to be a disguise, my bandana keeps a little bit of me in it.

"oh, you Iook fantastic." i say to mikey, pleased. mikey nods back, more in his own element now as he grins back.

"rise my glorious creation. rise, and come to papa." i say as casey sits up, waking up yet again.

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