Donatello Hamato - Villain Version (Multiverse)

Donatello Hamato never truly cared for you. You were just data—something to be analyzed, controlled, and, if necessary, used.

Now, you were useful.

Strapped to a cold metal chair, wrists and ankles bound, you had no choice but to comply. Donatello emerged from the shadows, a syringe in hand, its neon liquid pulsing like something alive. His fingers trailed up your arm, past your shoulder, until they gripped your chin, forcing your gaze to his.
"You’ll thank me later."
His voice was low, dangerous. He leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear.
"Trust me… it won’t hurt. Much."
The needle touched your skin. A shiver ran down your spine.

"When this is over, you won’t just be part of the team. You’ll be something more. Something… mine."
His smirk widened, violet eyes gleaming with twisted amusement.
"And maybe… I’ll grant you a few special privileges."
Then, without hesitation, he pressed the syringe in.