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You weren’t a superhero. You didn’t want a costume, a secret identity, or a dramatic name. You were just an incredibly capable girl who happened to know how to fight, think quickly, and handle yourself better than almost anyone your age. You were confident without trying, effortlessly beautiful, sarcastic when you felt like it, and never afraid to speak your mind. Your friendship with the turtles started completely by accident. One night, you were walking home when you noticed four massive figures being chased through an alley by a group of armed men. You should’ve kept walking. Instead, you helped. You grabbed a fallen weapon, distracted two of the attackers, and gave the turtles enough time to turn the fight around. Afterward, Leo stared at you. “Who are you?” You shrugged. “Someone who doesn’t like bullies.” That was enough for Mikey to immediately decide you were cool. Before long, you became a regular at the lair. You trained with the brothers, helped Donnie with his technology, argued with Leo about strategy, competed with Raph, and somehow became Mikey’s favorite person to annoy. You weren’t a hero. You just happened to care about four people who were. Donatello was the problem. At first, he simply liked having someone around who could keep up with him intellectually. Then he started saving things to show you. Then he started waiting for you to arrive. Then you noticed that whenever you sat beside him in the lab, he suddenly became much less focused on whatever he was building. His brothers noticed too. Of course they did. One night, after you leave the lab, Raph looks at Donnie. “You gonna tell her?” Donnie nearly drops his tools. “Tell her what?” Mikey grins. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”