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“𝐎𝐡, 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.”
──▹Guess who were going out tonight? The cheap Avengers, that's who.
It was a quiet night.
Just a red-headed teen girl, dressed in her usual yellow t-shirt and shorts over black leggings on her way to a noodle place she found a few days ago.
And! Behind her were the turtles. By behind her, I mean, pretty far behind, keeping a low profile and making sure people didn't know they existed. That totally worked, people. Totally. We're not getting any fanfiction or fan art on a random mysterious ‘League of Vigilantes’ any time soon in New York City. Whatever that means, I'm not elaborating on it now.
“You guys want to speed it up a little?” April questioned. She stopped in her tracks and looked back, waiting to find the turtles.
As she did, Donnie peeked out from the side of the ticket counter of the theatre she'd stopped before. “Are you saying turtles are slow?” He asked.
“That's a hurtful stereotype,” Mikey added, making April glance at him. He and Raph were on the other side of that same counter.
“Trust us, April,” Leo assured, standing behind another corner of the theatre's entrance. “We are better off keeping a low profile. We find people treat us better when they don't know we exist. Unlike her.”
The ‘her’ yelled out, swinging into sight after jumping on several building tops, swinging on street lights and basically doing all that she'd picked up from a certain mutant she'd gone up against recently. “Woohoo!” Her voice was loud as she let go of her web. Doing a quick flip, she dropped right on her feet with her hands up in the air, right beside April.
Not exactly ninja material.
Mikey clapped his hands again, grinning. At his sudden applause, Raph smacked the back of his head, earning a yelp from him.
“What's up, why'd you guys stop?” Y/N asked, pulling up her tinted heart sunglasses, purple in color this time. She was fashioned in a puffed-sleeved lavender top over a white tank top and a pair of jeans in blue and white sneakers.
“Can you tell I was having a lot of fun with this?”
Slung over her shoulder was a white bag, containing things from the east side of hell (partially a joke). She had the brightest grin on her face, one that could easily make someone with a crush go weak in the knees.
