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Donnie was working on his newest invention, tinkering away. His newest creation would be spectacular! That is if he could get the coding right. With each passing moment, he grew more frustrated. The code was insufficient, not good enough. He was not good enough. He yelled out in frustration, accidentally cutting his hand on his sharp-edged desk.
“Fuck…” he sighed and went to go grab a bandage and disinfectant.
“Don? You alright?” Raph said as he peered through the curtain of the workspace.
Donnie, still working on bandaging himself said “Yes, just another mishap.” He sighed and peered over at the unfinished code.
“Raph thinks you should rest, you have been working for hours.” He walked in, crossing his arms. His ‘stern, worried older brother’ face was on full display.
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Despite Donnie's protests, he gave in. He went to fetch his hoodie and neglectfully forgot to charge his battle shell. He bid his family adieu and began to head out towards the calmest place in New York that he enjoyed. He was just going to take a quick walk, he assured himself. His invention will be fine, he hoped. When he arrived, he took a calming breath and sat down on the library bench. He heard footsteps coming his way but continued to focus on figuring out why his code failed.
“Can I sit here?” A tall, well-dressed man asked.
Donnie looked around, all the other benches were taken to his surprise. “Sure.”
After some time, the man was reading his book. Donnie felt something brush against his leg, but tried to ignore it as it was most likely an accident... Right?
He felt something on his thigh. He started to panic, but calmly pushed the thing off, only for it to return to his thigh. He looked down to see the man's hand grabbing him. He looked up and the man just gave a small smirk and put a finger to his lips. Donnie didn’t know what to do. There were too many people, he couldn’t bring attention to himself! They’d find out about the existence of mutant turtles, their safety could be in jeopardy. He went back to trying to fix his code in his mind, only to feel the hand move up, and up. Inching closer to his hip.
He tried to calm himself, to not make a scene. The hand moved closer and closer to his area, and great discomfort washed upon him. He looked toward his arm screen and pressed a distress button. Thankfully, he engineered it to have no sound, making it look like he was just checking the time.
A couple of minutes passed, the man's hand still on his crotch, teasing him. Donnie had tears in his eyes. He wished his brothers would get there faster. He heard the library door slam open, and relief washed over him.
“Donnie, lets go.” April said, grabbing his hand.
“What are you doing?” The man asked. Gripping Donnie by his thigh.
“We are getting him away from you.” Leo said, appearing out of nowhere from behind them.
Donnie gave a sigh of relief, and let himself get pulled away by April.
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Back at the lair, Donnie was resting his head on the chair top. Everyone had been pestering him with questions since he got back.
“Are you sure he didn’t?-” Mikey got cut off.
“I am sure, he just touched my leg and was being weird…” Donnie looked down shamefully. He could have handled it on his own, why didn’t he stop the man? Why didn’t he leave? Why did he need to get the help of his brothers?
Why couldn’t he be enough competent to help himself?
Those thoughts were quickly cut off by a hug attack from his brothers. They embraced him and he broke down in his arms. Today was a wreck.