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The Joker x Reader - “The Work Wife” Part 4

You’ve been working for The Joker for the past 10 years: you speak and act for him and no matter the circumstances, Y/N is always there to take care of everything he needs.  The King of Gotham might not be married, yet he has a perfect partner: his work wife.

Part 1          Part 2       Part 3    Part 5

The Presidential suite at Marion Hotel Casino, Las Vegas

6 days into your honeymoon

“This never happened to me before,” The Joker frowns while you lift your shoulders up, trying to be sympathetic:

“It’s ok, it happens to everybody at one point.”

“But I’m The Joker!” he reminds a relaxed Y/N that doesn’t seem to understand the severity of what just happened.

You squeeze the small, decorative pillow to your chest and lean over to kiss him:

“It has nothing to do with that; I’m telling you, it’s not that uncommon. Totally fine, don’t be embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?!” J sarcastically grins. “I’m completely naked! Why do you have to rub it in my face?!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell anybody,” you fiddle with your ponytail for a few moments before reassuring: “Your reputation is safe with me.”

The Joker scratches his chin, straining to find a solution yet there’s none. His wife takes a deep breath and utters the words she’s been dying to say for the past 30 seconds:

“Checkmate!!”

“Ugh!” he kicks the chess board with his foot and the pieces fly all over the bed.

“You’re such a sore loser,” you laugh and start cleaning the mess he just made.

After rejecting the idea of playing strip poker because you knew J would cheat, you decided to go with chess since it will make the games entirely fair. In the last two hours he lost his sweatpants, t-shirt, socks, 3 gold chains, 5 rings and his Rolex and least but not last, his boxers.

“I still need payment though,” you carefully look around to make sure you’re gathering everything.

The Joker gestures towards the pile on your left containing his clothes and accessories, enunciating the obvious.

“I have nothing more to give, Y/N!”

“I’ll take one of your earrings,” you extend the palm of your hand and wait. He growls and detaches the diamond from his right ear, bitterly handing over the requested item.

“Thaaaank you,” you add the shiny stone to the rest of the stuff taken from the moody husband. “Let’s play some more,” you propose and he gets out of bed, done with the temporary entertainment that didn’t go his way.

“I think I’ll walk away while I still have an earring and a shred of dignity left.”

“Here’s your wedding ring back,” you offer the only thing you’re able to part with from the stack containing your winnings. He gives you his hand and you slide the band on his finger, closing one eye due to the discomfort in your jaw.

“Still bothers you?” J caresses the deep scar on your cheek and you peck his wrist.

“Yes, on and off; I’ll check once we’re back to Gotham,” you let yourself fall on the cushions and stretch.

“Wanna go gambling?” he crawls on top of you and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Not tonight; I will take a pain killer and mop around here until you return.”

“Are you sure?” The Joker grumbles, nuzzling to your neck.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you get ticklish when his hands pull down on your bikini, making it obvious he doesn’t want to leave right away.

“I want my special treatment,” and you attempt to explain why he’s not going to receive the grand price of the night:

“You lost.”

“I’m already naked so I want my special treatment!”

“But you lost,” you wiggle to escape while he keeps you trapped under him.

“Don’t nag me!” J impatiently rips the strap of your lacy bra, kind of annoyed he has to put in extra effort anytime he wants to have sex;  what The King of Gotham usually got with no effort from his previous women came back to haunt him: karma is a bitch.

************* Shortly after The Joker went to the gambling VIP section downstairs, you decided to surprise him and join the fun. The pain medication worked and you feel reinvigorated: Y/N dolls up, dresses up with her favorite little black dress and high heels, ready to spend a few hours at the casino:

The Angelli brothers own the premises, their less than ordinary business partners having to use only special sections of the humongous building in order to avoid the public eye. The personnel working these areas are trained to handle the unusual guests, trusty employees that will not betray and disclose what is going on behind the closed doors.

You get out of the elevator and walk towards the VIP section, smacking your lips a few times in order to make sure the shiny lip-gloss is equality distributed. The “VIP Gold Members” neon sign hanging on the wall at the end hallway is a sign you’re close to the well-known destination.

You are about to enter the private sector when the sight of The Joker seating at one of the Poker tables with a girl in his lap abruptly halts your enthusiasm. One of the waiters carrying a tray with numerous cocktails almost bumps into you, promptly apologizing for a mistake it’s not his:

“I’m so sorry. Would you like a drink?” he offers a glass to an absent minded Y/N that couldn’t care less her dress nearly got ruined.

“No, I’m fine…” you stay behind the shiny curtains, spying on J.

5 minutes pass, 10 more, another 25.

She’s still on his knees, giggling and whispering things that make him smirk. You don’t have to be an expert in order to see what’s going on, especially since you’re a pro in reading his body language: after 11 years of being around him, you bet you can tell The Joker wants her.

Still...  Why isn’t he telling the woman to get lost? He’s here with you.

You take a deep breath and prepare for a very unpleasant confrontation when the decision is unexpectedly put on hold: the girl hops from J’s lap, eagerly grabbing his arm after he stands up from the Poker table. You quickly hide behind some decorative trees and watch them pass by, already startled by his behavior.

Once they get in the elevator you emerge from your spot and follow, waiting to see which floor J will take her to. The light indicating the 35th level stops after a few seconds and your heart stops with it: when The Joker visits The Marion Hotel, he likes to use suite number 360B for his one night stands.

How familiar you are with that room since you had to wait in front of it in the past, that way you could escort him back to his own quarters after he was done with his flings.

You are so tense on your way up to the 35th floor you unconsciously bite on the scarred cheek over and over again, ignoring the tender skin that’s hurting again. The bell ding gets you out of daze and you rush towards the end of the long corridor, dreading the imminent evidence of betrayal.

A few more steps and here you are, ready to enter the password on the electronic key pad that will reveal the truth about a marriage you thought might just work…until now. He didn’t change the code: “Batsy Is A Jerk” grants you access to the suite. You tiptoe on the hallway, careful not to make a sound. The darkness conceals your presence and the third bedroom facing the center of Las Vegas reveals what a stunned Y/N was hoping to never see: proof that she should have never altered the status of her relationship with The Joker.

He’s by the large windows looking outside, the busy night life offering a show J got absorbed into while the girl he brought with him is undressing in a hurry.

“Do you want to use the bed?” she stomps the clothes scattered on the floor, planning to help him get rid of his.

“U-hum,” he keeps on glaring at the bright lights while the woman takes off his jacket, unaware they have company.  She starts unbuttoning his shirt too when the voice coming from behind them makes her jump.

“Did you accidentally wander off in the wrong room on the way back to ours?”

You emerge from the shadows and The Joker’s eyes get big, completely surprised his wife caught him in such a compromising situation.

“Am I supposed to be on active duty on my own honeymoon and get rid of the trash afterwards?”

He’s not answering and you repeat the question: “Am I?...”

He watches you backing out until you disappear from his visual field, the slammed door a clear statement of the humiliating experience you’ve been subjected to. The girl doesn’t know how to react; J is not even listening to the words that are coming out of her mouth, numb from realizing he messed up with his carelessness.

Maybe he should have paid more attention and not bring the woman here? Take her somewhere else? Or maybe he shouldn’t have taken you for an idiot in the first place?

It just sort of happened; The Joker is so used with this life style he didn’t think twice about the fact that he’s not single anymore, actually quite unavailable due to the wedding band on his finger.

“Mister Joker,” she cups his face since he’s not blinking, “are you OK?”  

He keeps on staring at the blackness you vanished into, conflicted by the thoughts running through his head.

“Mister Joker,” the girl insists, “what’s wrong?”

His attention switches towards the person he brought there for some cheap fun: young and beautiful, the type he always goes for. No scars on her cheek, no sassy attitude to irritate him, no feistiness, no witty remarks. Just a doll in a perfect box, trained to please and satisfy her clients’ wildest desires.

But The Joker does like scars, ballsy attitude that annoys him, feistiness and clever comments: they’re all embodied in the only woman that managed to take care of everything he needed for countless years without ending up in a grave despite the dangers of such a risky job.

“Nothing is wrong,” he grumbles and abandons the girl where she stands, sprinting outside the room to try and catch up with you.

There’s no trace of Y/N on the corridor and J elects to return to the Presidential Suite because he’s certain you went back.  

He was mistaken: the place is empty.

“Call wife,” he uses voice command and Bigsby obeys without further issues since you changed the setting to his “Contacts” a few days ago when you got married from “work wife” to “wife”.

“Calling wife,” the electronic device dials your number.

You don’t pick up and he tries again, this time successfully getting a hold of Y/N.

“Where are you?” he groans, pacing around the bedroom; you are actually at the underground parking lot, getting ready to enter the car.

“Going away,” the news displeases J as much as his conduct displeased you.

“I’m waiting upstairs; I want to talk to you!” The Joker barks.

“I’m going home,” you stab the lock with the key, wanting to be as far as possible from the casino in the next 5 minutes.

“Get back here!!!” he has the nerve to act all pissed off as if you’re the one that did something bad.

The crackling sound at the other end of the line halts the conversation; you simply dropped your cell in the sewer under your SUV, leaving J hang in doubt until he comprehends the basic notion: the honeymoon is over.

*************

For 3 days he debated on his options: The Joker didn’t follow you to Gotham right away, swearing to himself he will party without his estranged wife for the rest of the planned vacation.

And he certainly did: J couldn’t sleep; Y/N wasn’t there to make his chamomile tea or keep him company until he would nap. Nobody to play strip chess with, nobody to nag him, nobody to fight with, nobody to guess what he wanted before he knew it himself, nobody to give him the special treatment he was secretly addicted to.

No work wife to tend to his whims and no wife to shower him with her affection that maybe was there for 11 years before they ended up together.

The Joker was such a party animal he went to a strip club located on the west side of the Casino and snoozed 15 minutes later after not sleeping for 24 hours straight. They didn’t dare wake him up and The King of Gotham found himself buried under bras and panties next morning, not remembering being more exhausted in his life.

He barely made it back to his quarters, burned out after the intense Vegas spree; somehow the City of Lights didn’t make him cope with your absence. That’s when J decided to ask The Angelli brothers for one of their men to drive him back home.

It was a full day trip back to Gotham and he arrived at the Penthouse around 9:32pm. He stayed there briefly, then went downstairs to your apartment ready to address the burning issue with Y/N; The Joker was sure it won’t be pretty since you weren’t one of his toys to bend and twist as he pleased.

Oddly enough, the entrance to the condo was cracked opened and he made his way in, suspecting the reason why: the place was empty. Completely empty. He stood in the doorway with his mouth opened, not believing you really left. J finally started roaming around the rooms, puckering his lips since there was no evidence of you ever being there for all those years: the apartment was spotless and you didn’t leave anything behind.

Except two items he found on your bedroom’s floor: your wedding ring placed on top of a picture depicting an image of the only tattoo on your body. The Joker gazed at the hand written note on the back of it and read the lines five times before stashing your message in his jacket:

“There’s nothing worse than doom coming from the self-fulfilling prophecy tattooed on your skin as a joke.”

The Clown prince of Crime knew it won’t be easy to find you, but he had to search for his missing bride anyway.

What is the point of having an empire if the woman that helped you build it is not there?

*************

After 2 months, Tuesday--11:12pm

“Where’s Y/N?” Jonathan Crane takes another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke high up in the air.

He came to the Penthouse for a business meeting with J and delivered the suitcase with valuable Liquid Dream vials himself.

“Away,” the elusive reply makes Scarecrow chuckle.

“Is she sick?” he continues the interrogation, pushing The Joker’s buttons on purpose and doesn’t hide it. “Nobody has seen her for a while.”

“No, she’s not sick,” J admits and crosses his legs on the couch he’s sitting across from Jonathan’s.

“Strange she’s not present since she never leaves your side,” Scarecrow taps the ashes from his cigarette against the ashtray on the coffee table next to him.

“Don’t try your psychology crap on me, Crane!” The Joker gets aggravated at Jonathan’s persistence.

“I have five master degrees in psychology and I like to use them on daily basis due to habit. People do a lot of things out of habit,” he nonchalantly concludes and The King of Gotham sneers:

“Cut your crap! If you have something to say, say it!!”

“I know where Y/N is,” the prompt answer makes the green haired man narrow his eyes; he didn’t expect this reply.

“Are you playing games Crane?” J’s lack of patience immediately emerges.

“No,” Scarecrow starts smoking again and warns because he noticed the insane look in The Joker’s eyes. “If you kill me, you won’t have access to any of my merchandise; I’m the only one that knows the formulas. Plus I’m the only one that knows where she’s hiding.”

“How so?” J mutters through his clenched teeth.

“Y/N came to see me about 5 weeks ago: the pain in her jaw was becoming unbearable and it turned out the metal bolts in her gums were starting to shift the bones. I performed a surgery and took out two of them in order to alleviate the pressure. I told her the scar on her cheek will be even more pronounced after it heals, but I do have a serum she could use that would make better. You know what she said?”

The Joker is contemplating murder while Scarecrow goes on:

“That she likes that scar because it reminds her of the only man that loved her. You don’t have to be a genius to know she’s referring to Kai. Believe me, it’s upsetting I didn’t make the list either; I’m sure you remember we dated for 3 years after she started working for you.”

“So what’s your point?” J’s crabbiness reaches new levels due to the unexpected memento.

“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you it’s not her style to jump from man to man and she is very careful in choosing her partners. I don’t presume to know Y/N’s heart, but if she had feelings for her boss for a long time she decided not to act on them,” Jonathan hints at the problem without sugar coating his insinuations. “And then something happened that triggered a change, despite the better judgment of staying away. Maybe when you got shot last year?... Perhaps she got scared you almost died and just went with it?”

“Are you lecturing me Crane??!!” The Joker raises his voice and Jonathan takes it down a notch.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Scarecrow carefully stirs the dialogue since he’s walking on egg shells now.

“WHERE. IS. MY. WIFE ?” J pauses after each word, fed up with the speech.

“I’m betraying her trust by telling you, but I’m doing it out of concern for Y/N; she is not very well after the miscarriage. I mean, physically she’s fine; mentally…” and he lifts his shoulders up,”… not sure. She won’t talk to me about anything.”

The Joker didn’t hear the rest of the sentences after the word “miscarriage.”

“What miscarriage?!” he mutters, dumbfounded; he had no idea you were pregnant.  

“I’m sure you know what that implies,” Jonathan takes a deep breath and divulges your location: “If you want to see her, she’s at my Creek Hill property. I don’t use that place and I let her stay there until she figures out what she will do next.”

J gets up from the couch, snapping at Scarecrow’s confession:

“I would thank you but due to the fact you didn’t tell me sooner you’ll have to consider walking out of here alive the best gratitude I can offer!!”

The Joker snatches his car keys from the table, heading towards the elevator.

“Now get the fuck out of my house, Crane!!!” he threatens the guest still sitting on the sofa. “I’m sure you can find the way out!” **************     J drove his purple Lamborghini to Creek Hill in the middle on the night and he encountered another major issue: Scarecrow forgot to mention the huge property is gated. He circled the whole estate four times, trying to find a gap in the fence. There was none.

The Joker wanted to jump over the fence, but it was electrified so he had no other choice besides the extreme action of driving his Lamborghini through it. He cussed all the way up to the top of the high ground, the customized vehicle not made for the steep, rocky terrain. He could hear the bottom of the car scraping against the sharp stones and lost his temper: J stopped and got out, dropping F--bombs as he assessed the severe damage to his beloved car. It would definitely need serious repairs to fix the dents and scrapes that made it look like it escaped a tornado.

He continued his journey on foot towards the lighted house he could see in the distance, using the cell phone’s flashlight app to make sure he won’t fall in a ditch. Took The Joker a good 40 minutes to reach his goal, but he finally made it to his destination.

************

You are standing on the porch, listening to the sound of crickets and frogs that gets pretty loud out here: no city noises to diminish its intensity. You take another sip of Coke and toss the container in the trash can by the swing, getting ready to call it quits for the night.

“I’m sure you’re aware I require two weeks notice if my tenants decide to leave the building I own,” the familiar voice freaks you out. You turn around to look at The Joker, alarmed to see he’s a few steps away. Making a run for it seems like a great idea, except for the fact that your husband is blocking the door that is the only escape plan you have for the moment. All you want to do is dart inside the house and barricade yourself until he leaves.

“How’s your jaw?” he asks, referring to your bandaged cheek still healing after the surgery Jonathan was talking about.

“Why are you here?” you step away from him, mad from realizing Scarecrow couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“I have nobody to make my tea,” J blurs out because it’s the first reason that popped in his mind.

“I’m sure one of your girls will be happy to oblige,” you remind him he has plenty of choices.

“I want you to make it,” he cracks his neck and you gulp, anxious from the unexpected encounter. You’re so frustrated your hideout was discovered you can’t think clearly. The Joker passes his fingers through his hair, casually admitting to the facts: “If you think you’re in pain, consider this: I didn’t get laid since you abandoned me in Las Vegas. It’s a miracle I can still walk.”

Instead of a smile following the candid confession, all The Joker sees in your eyes is hate. Pure hate. It didn’t lower your defense like he was expecting.

“Why did you go with that girl?” you lift your chin up, frustrated he has the audacity to joke about such a serious matter. “If I wouldn’t have shown up, you would have fucked her.”

“Yes,” J categorically agrees because it’s better to go with the truth giving his present circumstances.

“And then come back to our room and sleep with me.”

“Yes,” he takes a deep breath and holds it in.

“That’s disgusting!!!!! And humiliating!!!!” you scream so loud it shakes him out of apathy. You’re not really supposed to open your mouth until your wound heals, that’s why the bandage is starting to get stained with blood: your stitches are pulling at the flesh they keep sewed together.

“I didn’t care about what you did before we were together, but once you were mine I expected some loyalty!” you shout, unable to stop the tirade and the dressing covering your scar is getting redder. “Why did you ask me to marry you, hm? It’s such a cruel thing to do if it means nothing!”

“I asked because it seemed that’s what you wanted,” J finally exhales, not accustomed to have someone lashing out at him.

“You think you did me a favor?” your voice breaks under the burden of deception.

Why did he bother to come if he has nothing to say?

Your husband doesn’t have any other aces up his sleeve, but he wants you to know at least one thing:

“I’m sorry you lost the baby.”

J sees the emotions you’re trying to hide, the painful reality settling in even more since the man you conceived with is right there and actually lost his baby too. Not that it means the same to him as it does to the heartbroken Y/N.

“I’m gonna kill Jonathan!” you sniffle and start crying, blaming him for telling all your secrets to The Joker.

“Please do,” he fastly approves of your idea. “I can’t stand that arrogant asshole!”

The King of Gotham takes advantage of the opportunity and approaches, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

You don’t hug him back and he uses one hand to dig in his pocket and take out your wedding ring, figuring there’s no point in holding back now:

“If the scar reminds you of the only man that loved you, keep the ring to remind you of the one that asked you to marry him and fucked up.”

Jonathan told him about that too??!!

You start bawling your eyes out, more than upset Scarecrow was a complete snitch while J firmly squeezes you to his chest, convinced about one thing: he never wanted a woman more.

The Joker doesn’t need his work wife or his old girl back.

Just his wife.

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TMNT Crossover Jurassic Park  Chapter 3 featuring OC Raphaella

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What the fuck it can talk!

Then I see something moving behind us it is weird like it was invisible. "Fuck its masked" I whisper to Leo he nods and we both look at the thing who slowly appears. It is a gigantic white and looking kinda like a gigantic crocodile mixed with a T-Rex. The saurier walks directly to us and attack our glass ball with its claws. It started to rip open the ball making the trees fall to the sides. Leo throws a smoke bomb and we both jump out running in to the jungle hidding in trees. Waiting for the predator to become our pray.

As we sat there waiting for it to come, it attacked my tree making it fall down with me. Groaning I roll myself up and start running, the white t-rex mix close behind me. It is fast but I am faster so its loses me and I get up on a tree to look around before I pulling out my phone to call Donnie.

"Shit is going down Don a big dino is on the lose here and tried to kill Leo and me we got separated get the others we will have dino steak for dinner to night" I tell him smirking before I end the call.

Jumping from tree to tree to follow the big white girl. Not long and I find her fighting with a another dino. Fuck, I think its called Ankylosaurus not sure. That is awesome to watch but I am more interested in the boys inside the glass ball once again this teen and his younger brother. I get down in one of the bushes getting ready to attack her as she kills the dino and notices the boys because of a stupied phone call I know this phones arent life safer but killer, I growl under my breath as the white lady starts  to play nut cracker with the glass ball. Growling I throwing my last gasball in to her face to take away her sight to help the brothers to run away I run right behind them as the big white dino breaks through the trees running fast behind us. We get to a waterfall and both start to discuss about jumping. I push them in and jump after almost getting snatched by the big snout by pulling my head in my shell. It hurts but sometimes safes my life like this time!

We stay under water for some time the older brother is holding the younger down for a while before we quick swim to edge to pull ourselves out.

"Ya are okay kids?" I ask them to make sure all was alright. Both nod and I smirk before I help them up. "Lets get the hell out of here" I tell them as we hear the dino growling father away. While we walk I start talking to them asking their names. Zach the teen and Gray the little boy. "We know who you are, you are Raphaella the rebel queen of the turtles team there are rumors you where once a male and got changed by a accident by your brother Donatello" Gray tells me I chuckle. "Yeah well the accident was my fault actually. I smashed some things in the lab and got some of the stuff on me and puff I am a hot turtle babe" I tell him smirking. "Super hot" I hear the teen one look at him and he quick looks away.

After walking for a while we reach something weird some kinda hidden building masked between high trees with really high walls and some military guards standing before it. "What the fuck are they doing here?" asks the Teen as we go down behind bushes. "Whatever it is the public is not allowed to know that" I whisper back to them and growl as we hear the growl of the big lady coming closer. "Fuck, we have no choice we need to get in there and find a car or something" I explain the kids while pulling them with me out of the bushes.

"Who is there?" the military guys put their weapons up I hold my hands up with the kids. "Names Raphaella I am one of the turtles ya have a big problem here" I tell the man who kept holding us at distance with his mashine gun. "I have no idea what you talking..." "We have a code 19!" a man came running through the door of the building. I sniff the air and grab the kids run for the door right at this the saurier lady breaks through the trees and attacks the shooting soldiers I had no time to help them I need to get the kids safe back to their aunt. I run with them past the soldiers through the building but suddenly the teen stops and shows me a big enclosure with high walls and a glass roof.

"What the fuck?" I stare at it then the dino breaks in and I had to break down the door running with the kids to the wall letting them climb while I run away from the lady trying to lead her away from the kids. But that bitch hits me with its tail and throws me up in the air directly through the glass roof. Groaning I pull my self back in my shell to protect myself from the hard landing.  

Sounds seeming far away reach my ears as I came back to myself. "Fuck..." I groan and stand up feeling the crack in my shell and see some blood on the floor where I laid. The screams and shoots where still heard. "Fuck I hope the kids are okay" I shake my head and start walking keeping my eyes and ears open in case something want a piece of me.

"WAAAH!" a scream of the younger one made me run I break through the bushes only to stop staring confused at the dinosaur who stares right back at me.

"What the fuck? Did they got their hands on mutagen or something?!" I whisper while playing a staring contest with the human like looking t-rex.

His skin bluish grey with human like arms and hands with claws, his snout was shorter then by the original T-Rex. He is taller than Donatello lot more muscles then any of my bros only clad with some kinda ripped brown pants his feet where the same as the normal dinosaurs and he had a tail like the orginal too.

"Okay come to me big guy. Yeah you dont want the kids you want me" I decided to make him focus on me while gesturing the kids to get up the tree.

Meanwhile with the others:

Leo find his way back and comes at the right time as Don and Mikey talk with Owen Grady some dino expert and Claire the aunt of the kids. They talk with her about missing her nephews. Leo offers his help with his brothers to safe them beside that he tells them about me missing too so they let them go with them. Fearless orders Donnie and Mikey to stay with April and help the people here if something happens.

"Be careful dudes!" Mikey tells them and hugged his angelcakes tightly to him. "You heard him" she says them while Leo nodded and Donnie smilled. "You promise the same April, Mikey and Don. No worries I bring her safe back" Leonardo promises them. "Okay Leo in case here is a tracker I put on all of our weapons one in case we need help but not able to call someone" our genius explains and activates the tracker for Leo to follow it.

Back to me:

The Dino kept staring at me but slowly made his way over to me. "Thats fine, come to mama" I said while pulling slowly my sai out to fight this thing. "You are female" he shocks me as he starts to talk making me I almost drop my weapons. "What you can speak!" I whisper and back away as he gets closer. It sniffs the air. "You smell and look not like me" he talks again his voice is deep and gives me goosebumbs all over. "Yeah thats because I am turtle and not a dinosaur" I start to talk with the guy he looks confused and puts his head to the side. A growl coming closer stops our small talk. "Fuck white lady is back kids we need to go!" I shout at the tree and start running over helping them down quick and run with them while the dino guy runs with us. "Look like he wants to come with us" The teen tells me I look at the dino who looks back at me. "No eating humans" I tell him and he looks at me growling. "I know that!" "Fine calm down do you have a name Sharp-T?" I ask him while running. "Sharp-T" he answers me.

Damn this sexy voice!

"I like the name" the littly guy smiled and the Dino guy did the same imitating him.

We get to the door and the soldiers stop us. "You will not take our productX12229 with you" one of them said. "He is not longer your problem I told them and attack them defeading them easly making them run to their cars and drive away.

"WAIT! HEY! THIS ARE KIDS! TAKE AT LEAST THEM WITH YOU COWARDS!" I scream at them growling as I was left with the boys, the dino mutant and the beast behind us.

"No time to lose lets just run and hope we find some other secret shit with cars" Zach tells us we and start running again.

After a while we find a abadoned building and get inside. "This must be left from the old park!" Gray says while Zach and I made torches out of a piece of cloth and a bone, walking through the building. Sharp-T kept walking beside me and getting closer. I want to tell him to fuck off,  as he gets behind me and start to lick the blood from my scratch. "Did humans hurt you?" he asks me while licking shiver and get goosebumbs all over my skin. "Stop that!" I growl and push him back making him growl back at me. "It was the beast we run from with her stupid tail and you cant go around and lick other people!" I tell him pissed of and follow the boys through the building to jeeps but they where old and of course didnt worked. "Fuck, when you need Donnie the most he is not here!"

Same Time with Donatello and Co.

"Hatschi!" Don sneezes loud and rubs his nose a shy voice behind him says "Bless you" Quick he turns around to look at the girl he couldnt stop staring at all this time. She stand there looking at him with chocolate brown eyes. Making him feel a prickling feeling in his stomach. "Thank you Miss" he smiled shyly blushing down at her. "I am...Angelly" she introducced her self to him. "D-Donatello!" he almost shouted in her face. "Short Don or Donnie wich ever you prefer to call me hehe" "Donnie are you named after... Donatello the painter of the renaissance" both said at the same time blushing darkly after it.

Mikey and April watching them grinning. "They look cute together only hope this all will go well for Raphie and the kids. Do you think she find them and will protect them?" Mikey asks the beauty in his arms worried. "Dont worry we know Raphie she is stubborn, strong and determinded. She is already with the kids on the way to us" April smiles always knowing what to tell her orange masked lover to calm him down and cheer him back up. "Thanks babe needed to hear that" he kissed her head and nuzzled her cheek.

Inside thought she hoped this dino didnt managed to get to the guests of the park so many innocent lifes who would have been lost. And for sure she would make a report about this! If they surive this so the one in fault pay the price for their actions!

@tmntwhat-you-get-is-what-you-see, @thelostandforgottenangel

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ermmmm. dear friend Denver made a flight rising au and assigned Gelly as a tundra and Amanita as an imperial. the size difference is hilarious to me