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nani-nonny · 6 days ago

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WDS F!Leo snippet following up this Bruce encounter :D

Uhhh… Happy New Year! :D

Word count: 2.7k+

Leonardo walks around the docks waiting for Hueso’s shipment to come in.

The Boneman has been afraid as of late because of the possible repercussions of Leonardo’s actions. And while Leonardo was convinced Hueso had no reason to be afraid, he offered to pick up the boxes. Of course, Leonardo was right. Hueso has no enemies to fear. If anyone were to be fearful, it should be the very slider who loves to pick at people’s patience like it was a game.

But at the moment, Leonardo was growing bored as the seconds went by.

The elder slider leaned back against one of the old pilings as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lifted the box to his mouth and flicked out one and tucked it in his mouth before pocketing the box and pulled out a lighter. He lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply, leaning his head back with closed eyes as he did.

The toxins filled his lungs with a burn that he hadn’t realized he missed. He hadn’t smoked since he came back from the future, afraid to be caught by the teens. He didn’t realize how much he needed this until now.

“Dad’s gonna be so mad.”

Leonardo exhaled through his nose, waiting until the smoke cleared from his lungs before speaking. His voice is soft when he retorts with a light snort, “Shut up, Mike.”

It’s not like it’s his first cigarette. Even back in the day, Splinter knew about his smoking. Cigarettes and alcohol were highly sought after during the apocalypse, which was no surprise. It was hard living, so cigarettes and alcohol were the easiest choice when choosing how to cope. Hell, even Donnie smoked despite his initial distaste for its smell.

The slider held his cigarette in his mouth as he crossed his arms, closing his eyes when he inhaled through his cigarette again.

He doesn’t know when the ship will arrive, so he opts for resting his eyes. He’s sure he won’t fall asleep, but he’s always been a light sleeper, in case he actually falls asleep.

And to preoccupy his mind, he thinks to himself. He thinks of when the shipment should be coming in.

Hueso said he was expecting a shipment today, but Leonardo was already heading over to the docks before he could say what time. So, Leonardo has that to kick himself over. But the contents should be easy to carry through his portals.

Leonardo knows Hueso’s menu from front to back; he can recite it from memory with his eyes closed. So he should expect something like styrofoam boxes of meat or crates of vegetables. He could expect boxes of spices or oils. Or it could be replacement furniture for the chairs he broke during the mafia fiasco he stirred up.

Hm. Maybe Hueso lied about being afraid and only wanted Leonardo to pick up the shipment to make it up to him.

That could be possible.

Or it’s all a trick to get Leonardo out of the restaurant with the lie of a shipment.

It’s times like these he regrets not accepting the phone from Donnie. He could save a lot of time from waiting by sending a quick text to Hueso. Or spend the time watching one of his novelas. Either one is good. And he wouldn’t mind being able to smoke as he watches. He can’t count the amount of times he yearned for a smoke at the lair while watching a stressful movie or show.

Maybe he should buy a pack of cigarettes while he’s here. There’s a chance he could find a different brand here instead of his old brand—.

“Leo.”

Leonardo doesn’t need the warning from April to know he’s slowly being surrounded. It’s a little late, but he heard it. He heard the echo of a distant footstep before April spoke. He’s annoyed he hadn’t noticed earlier. Guess that’s why smoking is bad.

Leonardo acts nonchalant, pretending he hasn’t heard them closing in. He simply keeps his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the piling. He smokes his cigarette, listening to them closing in.

But he stops when he feels a sudden gust of wind pass him in an upward motion.

Leonardo opens his eyes to see Bruce standing before him, blade in hand. He glances at the end of his cigarette to see it shortened close to his mouth. A threat.

Leonardo smiles, “Hey, Brucie. Have a cigarette on you? I think this one’s done.”

Bruce snarls as his eyes narrow at Leonardo, “You’re a difficult one to find, Azules.”

Leonardo catches in his peripheral the enclosing members of Bruce’s gang, all appearing from shadows and behind buildings. They’re leering at him, hands hovering over the places where their weapons are concealed. Their tongues flick out of their mouths, eyes narrowing as they take cautious steps forward.

“You can handle this, right, Leo? I’m in the middle of a game with Mikey and I’m winning.”

Bruce has been dealt with before in a previous life. So Bruce in this life will be an easier feat. Leonardo won’t be needing any assistance.

Leonardo takes out his cigarette to assess its damage. A clean cut straight through it like it was made to be this short. He places it back in his mouth and juts his chin out enough to relight it. But once again, Bruce cuts clean through his cigarette in one swift swipe.

The blade nearly met Leonardo’s skin, enough to feel the steel cut through the air.

This time, Leonardo sighs and spits the butt of his cigarette on Bruce’s snout. He grabs the blade aimed for his neck with his prosthesis at the very second Bruce’s eyebrow twitches. He smirks in response.

Smoke seeps through Bruce’s teeth, rising from his lips like a chimney. He’s about to speak when Leonardo looks away to rummage through his pocket. The slider nonchalantly pulls out another cigarette and tucks it into his mouth. He then lights it without a care in the world and takes a long drag.

Leonardo turns away to exhale the smoke before he lets the blade rest on his prosthetic shoulder. “I bet you’ve met people like me—people that aren’t easy to find. Usually it means we don’t want to be found… but in this case,” Leonardo explains before cutting himself off and twists his wrist to break the blade in his grip.

The katana snaps in half, making the corner of Bruce’s mouth twitch in response.

“You weren’t looking in the right places,” Leonardo finishes and triggers his power.

Blue electricity consumes the entirety of the broken blade’s half that he carries. He throws the blade past Bruce, transporting himself closer to the Makers of Barbarianism members. Before they react, he cuts a portal into the ground they stand on, making them fall in.

Only a few remained out of reach of the portal in the ground, but Leonardo can handle it. He just needed to dwindle their numbers. So, with most of their members gone, he pivots on his heel and balances his weight on his temporary sword like a cane.

He takes a short puff of his cigarette before flicking the ashes and teasing, “If you wanted to talk, you should’ve called me.”

Bruce doesn’t look entertained, no longer taken aback by Leonardo’s power. He cocks his head back with an amused huff, “You should’ve expected us after the disrespect you gave in Señor Hueso’s establishment.”

Leonardo leans over to rest his chin on the sword, “Aww, come on, Brucie. You didn’t expect me to stand and watch when you disrespected my good, old friend, did you? It’s like you said…”

Leonardo smirks as he tilts his head to the side and finishes, “You should’ve expected it.”

Red flames ignite in Bruce’s mouth when he snaps in turn, “Watch yourself.”

Leonardo shrugs in response, a puff of smoke leaving his mouth, “I thought we set aside our differences the last time we met. We shared a pint and took a few shots together. Aren’t we friends?”

Bruce drops his sword in favor of his claws, unfurling them with full intent to attack like a feral beast. “It takes a lot more than that. Blood must be drawn to become brothers in arms,” Bruce retorts with full disgust.

Leonardo drops his false blade, making it lose its power and returning to its broken state. He stretches his nonprosthetic arm as he steps forward and mockingly admits, “You’ll make me blush talking like that.”

Bruce lunges forward in response, claw raising to swipe down at Leonardo. But the slider catches the claw with his prosthesis by the dragon’s wrist. Leonardo smirks before pulling Bruce toward him and slamming his free fist into the side of the dragon’s face.

Bruce recovers quickly and exhales flames in Leonardo’s face.

The slider reels back, unable to completely dodge the flames when he feels his skin burn painfully and the end of his cigarette burns brighter. He lets go of Bruce’s wrist when he jumps back. He’s surprised to see that Bruce has crossed the short distance, flames seething between his teeth.

Leonardo kneels when Bruce attempts another exhale of flames, then he raises his prosthesis up to grab Bruce’s jaw. The flames seep through Bruce’s mouth, bursting out in thin lines like lasers. The slider rises to his feet and slams Bruce to the ground with his prosthetic hand wrapped around the dragon’s snout.

“Blood wasn’t drawn, but maybe we can settle for a draw?” Leonardo asks cockily, metallic fingers tightening in warning.

Bruce lets out a growl and grabs Leonardo’s prosthesis, smoke takes the place of the flames. The metal bends under Bruce’s claws, hands slowly sinking into the prosthesis.

Leonardo tries to pull his prosthesis but Bruce’s grip is too tight. Time should be running out, just as he planned, so he knows he should take advantage of this.

Bruce grabs Leonardo by the shoulder, keeping a rough grip on the prosthesis. He smirks and tightens both grips.

Leonardo winces but he smirks in turn. He gathers all his strength into his core and flips them over. Bruce, for a second, smiles behind Leonardo’s grip as he releases the slider’s shoulder and cocks his fist back.

But Leonardo winks when he catches Bruce’s fist.

One.

Two.

Three.

The first body falls on Bruce’s back.

Bruce exhales painfully through his nostrils, smoke spilling through with a small flicker of flame. He tries to look at what fell on him, eyes fighting to look over his shoulder. But Leonardo’s hand over Bruce’s snout is too strong.

The second body falls.

Bruce exhales as painfully as the last, eyes widening in shock as the body lands roughly beside Leonardo.

Leonardo glances at the fallen snake yokai who curls into himself then shrugs at Bruce, “Looks like I found myself a friend.”

Bruce’s jaw rumbles in Leonardo’s grip but the slider’s smile doesn’t fade.

“I think I’m going to find myself a bunch of friends,” Leonardo warns.

Bruce’s body braces when the third body falls on him, adding another pained body next to Leonardo. He cocks his fist back to punch Leonardo square in the face which sends the cigarette flying, but Leonardo doesn’t let go. In fact, his smile deepens despite the wince-inducing screech coming from his prosthesis.

Leonardo clears his throat garnering a small amount of blood to splatter on his chin. “First blood, congrats Brucie. One step closer to brotherhood,” he sneaks in his joke before Bruce lands another punch.

Another body lands on Bruce, making Leonardo laugh.

“How many guys did you bring with you? Fourteen? Do you think you’ll catch them all?” Leonardo threatens when he catches a glimpse of the next body coming down.

This one is falling down with a loud, horrified scream.

Bruce, with all the power he wields, plants his feet firm on the ground as he finally releases Leonardo’s prosthesis. He grabs the slider by the shoulders and pulls them both up with a deep, guttural growl. He raises then slams Leonardo to the ground, and reels his fist back for another solid punch.

Leonardo wheezes painfully when his body slams into the ground, feeling the tremble of his body as the pain reaches throughout his limbs from his spine. His mouth drops open when the punch makes his ears ring, but smiles when the next body falls on Bruce’s back.

Leonardo coughs as he tries to wheeze out a joke, “You know that song about raining men?”

Bruce tries to swipe a claw down but Leonardo punches the dragon in turn. “Heavy forecast,” the slider warns as another body falls.

Bruce finally snaps and wraps his claws around Leonardo’s throat. He tries to speak through the grip on his snout, his words coming out like thick growls and snarls. He tightens his grip on the slider’s neck as he rises again, standing tall and raising Leonardo off the ground.

Leonardo grabs Bruce’s wrist in turn, too stubborn to let go of the dragon’s mouth. His voice is garbled and strained as he tries to speak, “Will your… buddies survive… the fall…?”

Bruce’s eyes flicker behind Leonardo, hesitance evident in them. His gaze flickering back and forth and back and forth and back and forth as if arguing with himself on the inside.

Leonardo winces when the grip tightens. He grips both of Bruce’s wrists, finally releasing the dragon’s snout. He faces the smoke-riddled mouth of the yokai as he strains, “One life… for the many…”

Bruce snarls but remains silent. There’s an obvious imprint on his snout where Leonardo’s hand once was. He’s unmoving for nearly a whole minute, hands tightening around Leonardo’s neck and eyes watching another one of his lackeys falling from the sky.

Bruce fights with himself until he finally releases Leonardo with a careless drop. He massages his jaw as he demands, “Release my men from wherever you put them.”

Leonardo slowly rises to his feet as he massages his neck, “Buy me a drink and we’ll call it even.”

Bruce grabs the upper lip of Leonardo’s plastron as he pulls the slider closer to seethe through his teeth, “Release them.”

“Wait a second, he didn’t ask nicely.”

Leonardo shrugs as he catches sight of his cigarette. He picks it up and places the cigarette in his mouth; he tries to breathe in the toxins but nothing comes out. He holds the cigarette out to Bruce with a raised brow.

Bruce glances upward before he huffs out a growl and blows out a small flame enough to light the cigarette. “Get to it.”

Leonardo rolls his nonprosthetic shoulder as he makes his way to the broken half of the sword on the ground. He smiles when he notices how stressed Bruce is over the safety of his lackeys.

Bruce has always been a good man, even when he’s choking Leonardo out. Just as the future-slider remembers.

Leonardo saves each and every Makers of Barbarianism member from their impending doom, making sure each one lands in a way that doesn’t injure them too badly. They may have a few bumps or bruises but they’ll live. And when the job is done, he takes a long drag of his cigarette.

“Well, that was fun. Wouldn’t want to do this again, but I wouldn’t mind a drink or two. What do you say, Brucie? Drinks on me?” Leonardo asks as he tosses the broken sword at Bruce then finds his place on one of the dock’s pilings to resume his waiting.

Bruce scowls silently, staring at his men. “The next time we meet will be the day I burn you to the ground.”

“Aw, don’t be like that Brucie. You can bring your family to the restaurant and I’ll perform a few magic tricks as a treat. Bellona is—what? Four, by now?” Leonardo offers as he thinks to himself, making silent calculations in his mind.

Bruce freezes. “What?”

Leonardo waves Bruce off, “Relax. I told you. I’m an old friend. Time doesn’t matter when it comes to friendships, Brucie.”

Bruce stares at Leonardo before he picks up one of the yokai closest to him. “I’ll see you around, Azules.”

Leonardo salutes, “Remember that drink, Bruce.”

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nani-nonny · 4 months ago

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Hehe the entire Bruce snippet for WDS :D

(because Radio asked so nicely hahaha!)

(2.3k words)

Leonardo pauses mid conversation when the doors to Hueso’s slam open. The volume of the doors hitting the walls make Hueso flinch and immediately stand up, ready to reprimand the rude customers. But a hefty voice with a gravel-like tone stops Hueso short, announcing their arrival like a king awaiting his throne.

“Buenos Dias, Señor Hueso!”

Leonardo shifts slightly to rest his prosthetic on the backrest of his chair, peering over his shoulder for a better look at the owner of the rude entrance.

It was Bruce, leader of the Master of Barbarianism, a dragon yokai that Leonardo remembers meeting in youth. The yokai’s nostrils are fuming, releasing a hazy smoke as his two serpent yokai lackeys hissed with annoyance. The yokai is wearing a traditional black suit this time, and unlike Leonardo, hasn’t aged a day since they last met.

Behind Bruce is a small group of serpent yokai, all ranging in size and shape. They wear black slacks and white dress shirts, but none wear a jacket like their boss. They impatiently await behind the doors, glaring inside as the doors slowly close. It’s a meeting among their ranks.

Bruce steps up to the podium and fishes through the reservation files to pick out his own. He waves the paper around between two fingers as he says with a voice like a teasing hiss, “Pardon the intrusion, Hueso, but I sincerely hope you didn’t forget my reservation.”

Señor Hueso’s eyes flicked to the clock above the door and cursed wordlessly under his breath. He forced a large smile as he rounds the table he shared with Leonardo, using his body to block the drinks they shared. “Of course not, Boss, I know you have a reservation. I was just a little preoccupied with an old friend, come in. I’ll show you and your friends to your seats.”

Hueso glances over his shoulder and sends a look to Leonardo, wordlessly telling the slider to get into the kitchen. He properly meets Bruce at the podium and gestures to the opposite side of the room.

Bruce doesn’t budge as his eyes lock on Leonardo, who nonchalantly takes a sip from his beer bottle. The dragon narrows his eye suspiciously at Leonardo, watching the slider sip without a care in the world.

“Hey.”

Leonardo doesn’t respond or budge.

Hueso immediately steps to the side to block Bruce’s view, “Ah, pardon, no te preocupes! He’s an old friend, I asked him to help me out in the kitchen as a favor! I know you wanted the restaurant to yourself, but I trust him not to say a word.”

Hueso sends Leonardo another warning glance and quickly looks back at Bruce with a reassuring—and anxious—smile. “Come in, come in, let’s get you seated and some drinks in you!”

Bruce still doesn’t budge and leans on the podium. “Hey, buddy!”

Leonardo finishes the rest of his bottle and stands, he wordlessly raises his bottle towards the mob boss in a greeting gesture then walks into the kitchen.

Alone in the kitchen, Leonardo tosses his glass bottle into its recycling bin and washes his hands. In his head, he hears the voices of his siblings.

“It’s Bruce! I remember him!”

“You do?”

“Yeah, Leo and I meet him back when Hueso needed some extra staff. He was a pretty chill guy, but I don’t remember him in the war against Krang…”

Leonardo dries his hands as he answers in a low voice in case Hueso might hear, “That’s because I killed him.”

The voices go quiet.

Leonardo can’t blame them. It had been a tough decision to make. And it never did sit right with him. Plenty “what if” and “if only” questions often came up in his mind when it came to the people they lost. Bruce was one of them.

He feels… guilty, seeing Bruce again. The yokai truly was a good guy, despite the crime. Had a nice family, a well-paying job—minus the crime aspect, a support group—of sorts if a mob counts, friends…

It felt wrong then and it still feels wrong now.

Leonardo feels like he needs to apologize, but to this version of Bruce? The guilt still lies within but this isn’t the man he killed. So he needs to lie low, out of sight until they leave. That’s all.

A loud slam from the restaurant floor makes Leonardo release an exhausted sigh.

But right now, he feels Future Bruce would be understanding of what he plans to do.

“Leo, make it clean?”

“Yeah, it’d be a pain to watch you clean up the mess afterward.”

Leonardo exits the kitchen with a few glass beer bottles tucked in the gaps between his fingers. He slaps a large, happy smile on his face as he makes his way to the boss’s table. Hueso watches with discreet horror as Leonardo makes his way to the center of the restaurant floor and sits right next to the mob boss.

“Azules, vente para acá!” Hueso whisper-shouts between his teeth.

Leonardo ignores Hueso’s furious whisper-shout as he forces the serpent yokai to make room next to Bruce. “Hey, Brucie! —I can call you that, right, Buddy?” He makes a show of using one bottle to open the other, then flicks the other open with his metallic finger. The metal bottle caps fly into the eyes of the yokai sitting across the table, but Leonardo pays no mind as he hands an open bottle to Bruce.

He raises the other open bottle to gesture at Bruce to give a toast. He looks at the mob underlings at the table and smiles, “Come on, let’s have a drink in honor of our pal Bruce! One heckuva boss, right?”

The other yokai in the room exchange hesitant glances before the yokai on the other side of Bruce raises a glass of water.

“To Bruce!” The yokai announces and the others follow.

“To Bruce,” Leonardo claims and downs his bottle in one gulp.

Bruce, on the other hand, fails to lose himself in the sudden positive atmosphere created by Leonardo so easily. He doesn’t down his drink like the others, only taking a single, small sip before setting it down. His eyes narrow suspiciously at Leonardo again, almost glaring at Leonardo with a hint of annoyance in his expression.

“You’re the busboy?” Bruce questions.

Leonardo shrugs, “Sure. For today.” He leans over and takes Bruce’s bottle to chug in one gulp, slamming it on the table when he finishes. He makes a dramatic show of exhaling happily, an exuberant display of satisfaction from the beer. He points to the bottle and says, “Nothing beats a cold beer at the end of a busy day, hm?”

A silent chill passed through the air in response.

Bruce hasn’t said a word, therefore, none of the lackeys attempt to respond.

Leonardo shrugs then runs his finger along his glass bottle. His finger reaches the top and tips the bottle over so it leans, but not enough to the point where it falls over. Instead, he spins it under his fingertip, watching it do a little dance on the table.

The slider sighs, “Alright, you got me. I’m not here to make friends.”

Leonardo picks up the bottle between his fingers, balancing it between his digits before tossing it up in the air. In one swift movement, he kicks the back leg of Bruce’s chair, sending the wooden leg to the other side of the restaurant. He grabs the backrest of Bruce’s chair with his prosthesis before the dragon yokai can reach the floor in his fall.

Immediately the several other yokai in the room jump to their feet, reaching into their pockets and reaching for a fight.

Leonardo smirks smugly as he watches the glass bottle he had flung finally fall down and land perfectly on Bruce’s eyepatch. The glass doesn’t break on contact, but it does make a thick sounding thunk before falling to ground and shattering on impact.

Bruce looks shocked to find himself nearly parallel to the ground, but not enough to the point of losing character. His wide eyes narrow when he’s met face to face with Leonardo. He doesn’t question the slider’s motive, and he doesn’t have to when his knife is pointing into Leonardo’s side.

“Brucie, my pal, my friend, my dearest amigo,” Leonardo begins. He nods in Hueso’s direction, almost breaking into a laugh when he sees the skeleton chewing nervously on his nails and hiding his hand behind his back when the attention is on him.

“Señor Hueso is a good, old friend of mine. He’s like a second father to me—maybe an uncle if it’s too much pressure. Got it?” Leonardo explains briefly.

Leonardo flinches forward, making an act of pretending to drop Bruce suddenly, but the yokai doesn’t flinch. The slider smiles as he gestures to Bruce and looks up at the mob lackeys, “Oh ho! A tough guy!”

No one else in the room shares the same impressed expression as they glare at Leonardo, waiting for the cue to attack.

“Tough crowd,” Leonardo mumbles then, with his free hand, reaches for the knife threatening to stab the thin layer of his shell on his side. He grabs the knife by the blade and asks Bruce, “Wanna see a magic trick?”

Bruce doesn’t respond, his own magic reeling with fury underneath his skin.

“Watch me make us,” Leonardo begins, then activates his power.

In a flash, the pair are teleported to the subway lair where his sword had been hiding from the teens. Bruce and Leonardo are in a dark, faraway room where the lair can’t hear them. Now, Leonardo is balancing Bruce over the edge of a subway platform, and right on time is the sound of an incoming train for the 11 ‘o’ clock ride.

“Disappear,” Leonardo finishes his ‘magic trick’.

Bruce lets go of the knife to grab a handful of Leonardo’s jaw, “What the hell did you do?”

Leonardo remains unphased by the grip on his jaw as he says, “This busboy can’t stand the sight of Señor Hueso being mistreated by a ragtag group of stupid insurance geckos.”

The sound of the train is getting louder by the second, warning its arrival with a light that travels far down the tunnel up to where they are. The train releases a handful of chugging sounds, another warning of its incoming arrival.

“I don’t care what a busboy wants,” Bruce spits out.

“Maybe you should, Brucie. Because this busboy is getting real tired,” Leonardo warns as he loosens his grip on Bruce’s chair.

“You don’t have the guts, boy,” Bruce challenges.

“I’m sure I have enough for the both of us. But if you’re looking for some, then maybe you’d like to see your own,” Leonardo announces then let’s go of Bruce.

The dragon yokai’s eyes widen as he falls back, crashing onto the subway tracks and breaking his chair upon landing. He’s quick on his feet, longing for the platform where Leonardo watches from in a low squat. When his hands grip the edge, Leonardo kicks his face back, sending the yokai falling onto the tracks again.

Flames escape the dragon’s clenched jaw, flickers of orange and red and yellow slipping between his teeth. He instinctually reaches for his hip, grabbing a weapon that isn’t there. “You…,” Bruce begins but flinches when he feels the rumbling vibration on the tracks he stands on.

“What was that Brucie? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of the subway train,” Leonardo teases and flicks the knife he stole from Bruce. The blade lands in Bruce’s shoulder, making the dragon hold his injury.

“Leo…”

Bruce throws the blade back at Leonardo, who catches it with his prosthesis. “You’re going to regret this,” Bruce threatens.

“So will your family if you don’t make the right choice,” Leonardo responds in a darkened voice.

Bruce’s eyes widen. “Leave them out of this, you—,” Bruce snaps but is interrupted by Leonardo’s outstretched hand.

“Don’t be stupid. Your family needs you,” Leonardo says.

The train has now reached them, its light blinding and the chugging loud enough to overpower their voices.

Bruce curses under his breath and takes Leonardo’s hand.

The slider pauses, making Bruce’s eyes widen and about to pull him onto the tracks. But Leonardo smirks and pulls Bruce up on the platform.

Bruce grabs the upper lip of Leonardo’s plastron and growls the words, “How do you know about my family? Who the hell are you?”

Leonardo hands Bruce his knife back as he shrugs, “We’re old friends, Buddy. You don’t remember me?”

Bruce narrows his eyes. “I’m not buying that for a second.”

“You don’t have to. Just leave Hueso alone or keep the tantrums to a zilch,” Leonardo said. He shrugs, “Can’t promise I’ll be so nice next time you give Hueso a hard time.”

Bruce glares but finally accepts his knife back, raising a brow when Leonardo doesn’t let go.

“Ready for another magic trick?” Leonardo teases and they’re back in Hueso’s restaurant in a blue flash of light.

Hueso is surrounded by serpent yokai, teeth shivering with his hands up in surrender. Upon the pair’s return, he points at them and announces, “Look, ¿ya ves? They’re back, calmense, por favor.”

Bruce snaps his hand and the knife from Leonardo’s grasp in a rough, shoving motion. He’s quick to press the point of the knife against Leonardo’s throat, smoke seeping from his teeth. “Who the fuck are you?”

As intimidating as Bruce can be, it doesn’t phase Leonardo. He was there when Bruce lost it all, and he was there to finish Bruce. He knows how Bruce cried, even as the infection spread. He knows how much of a softy Bruce is. No amount of threats or intimidation tactics Bruce attempts will ever affect Leonardo.

Leonardo raises his hands in a light surrender, leaning away from Bruce’s knife but closer to the boss’s gang members. “I’m just Hueso’s temp for your meeting. And I told you: an old friend.”

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