He smiled. Maybe it was all in his head. 
Donnie (longest one)
You straight up avoided Donnie for two weeks. You avoided the lair, and all of the people who were even associated with it. You avoided school, and your brunt down building once you took Ladybug and pawned all of the things that you'd stolen. You would only drop by you furnish the place with newer stuff... stolen stuff. 
That being said, you stayed in trouble for the while you were away. You began street fighting for money and started up a bank account with a fake ID. Doing everything illegally brought in money fast. That was something you knew, but this time you were making bank. Stealing, lying, cheating people out, fighting, it all gave you big money. You would drop by your parent's apartment and have Tommy babysit Ladybug, and even though he begged and pleaded you to stay until he cried, you promised he would be out soon and left. The last time you saw him, his left eye was swollen shut, the skin so black that it didn't even look black. It looked like a giant hole had been hit through his face. That made you angry. Angry usually meant violence and that brought you to street fighting, which brought in more money. The last round you had earned seventy-five dollars going against a man with a blade. You had to find someone to stitch you up. Someone that wasn't Donnie. But you couldn't find anyone. 
So you had to go back to the lair, praying the turtle you liked wouldn't turn you away. Apart of you was nervous, a part of you was ashamed. You chickened out of seeing Donnie just because you liked him. Normally girls would take their chance when they found that out, right? 
You entered the silent lair, head down to avoid the turtles on the couch. Donnie was the only one absent and you assumed he was in the lab. You could feel everyone's eyes trained on you, and Raph was the first to break the silence. 
"Well, well, well, look who showed up." You gave him a half smile, only  because you knew he was mad. Leo and Mikey didn't say anything, so you went into the lab. 
Donnie didn't turn when you walked in. You tripped over something in the floor, causing a loud crash to ring through the lab. Donnie spun in his chair and threw something at the wall behind you. "I said GET OUT MIKEY!!!"
"Donnie, I'm not Mikey." I stood as straight as I could, watching as Donnie's eyes shot open. He immediately rushed over, throwing me into his chair. He began observing my bruises and injuries. He stopped when he saw the hand firmly planted on my side. Blood had seeped through the shirt material, making it obvious the bleeding was fast. Donnie's gasp was louder than he attended it to be, and he was quick to get the supplies he needed. 
"Lift your shirt. I need to clean it ASAP."
I obeyed. Part of me missed this, and a big part of me hated it. The rest of me wanted to run away and hide... but I decided I couldn't run anymore right now. I needed to be tough. I needed to fix things. I looked around Donnie's lab. It was a huge wreck, unlike how he normally kept it. I wondered how long it stayed like this, no one around to scold him into eating or drinking or taking a break. No one here to tell him that he needed to clean up after one invention before starting another. I hissed as the needle poked through my skin. The burning of the cleaner didn't bother me this time around. I almost felt numb to it. 
"I'm sorry." Donnie stopped his hands and eyed me. He stayed quiet. When nothing was said, he continued his work and I sighed. "I'm sorry that I ran off for a little bit..."
"You're human, you live on the surface and are free to explore." He quoted his father's words and sighed, muttering. "I can't blame you for not wanting to be down here." 
"It ain't that, Don, really, it's something completely different. I can't explain it...you know how I get with words." 
"Then maybe you could write it? (Y/n), we are friends for a reason. You can't just disappear and come back expecting to be stitched up every single time." He tied a knot in the stitches and continued. "I want you to know that everyone here cares, and this is a safe spot. You don't have to run all of your life."
"Don..." My voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm afraid that you don't understand." 
"Then explain it to me. Please. Whatever it may be, we are friends."
I reach behind me and remove my bag, not looking as I held it out to him. He looked at it and held it for a while, setting it aside and rubbing his neck. "What's all of that?" In the bag there were stacks and wads of cash, a bunch of change, and many idems of jewelry. Two rubber bands held both bank cards and gift cards. I frowned at him, wishing I didn't show him. "Did you steal it?" His voice was slow and quiet. I remained silent. "(Y/n), did you steal it?" His question was lighter this time. I looked him in the eyes. 
"Some of it, yeah. Most of it was earned."
"Doing...?" I motioned to my wounds. Donnie's eyes widened. "Why? Why do you fight when you know getting hurt does not compare to the money?"
"It's not all about the money." 
"Then what?"
"It's about my family, Donnie. Please, I know you're a hero, I know you can't see my point, but this is very important. Please, just listen to me. My siblings are in trouble, and it isn't something that you can protect them from. I need to help them."
"Illegal things are still illegal."
"You're a vigilante. That's illegal."
Donnie was quiet. As he pondered, he nodded. Something had clicked in his mind and I could see it. I smiled and hugged the purple banded turtle. In my heart, I knew that I couldn't loose him. He was family too.


Mikey (turned out too short)
Nothing changed too bad. You hung out with Mikey about every other day. This time, the two of you were searching for your earpiece. You'd lost it in the sewer, and now you really couldn't hear anything. The old thing was ready to kick the bucket, but you were't ready to loose it just jet.
"It's alright," Mikey mouthed. You shook your head in frustration. He didn't understand what it was like to not hear. To not know what was being said or how people said it. "Donnie can make you another one, a better one in fact! We can ask him now dudette!"
He didn't wait for an answer as he yanked me down towards the lair. I watched him in admiration. If we had been in an anime, my eyes would be hearts. Mikey noticed my stare and smiled. I pushed my feelings away and smiled too, hoping he didn't suspect anything.