Raphael

The ceremony on the sidewalks ended with thunderous applause. Keys to the city, medals dangling from their necks, and for the first time, the turtles stood proud before a crowd that didn't fear them, but honored them. And amidst all this, you clapped loudly, your eyes fixed on Raphael.

After the speeches, the brothers took a moment to themselves; a short trip to the top of the Statue of Liberty, where they stood together and looked out at the city they had just saved. When they returned to the dock, landing on solid ground, Raphael didn't hesitate. The moment his feet touched the pavement, he walked straight toward you, ignoring the lingering chatter and the surrounding officers' stares.

He stopped in front of you, longer than usual, pride still shining in his eyes, and smiled a slight smile.

Raphael: "Not bad, is it?" he said, nodding slightly towards the stage.

Raphael: "Saving the city, the key around my neck, the crowd cheering for us... It's a wonderful feeling to be seen like this." He shrugged, still feeling the euphoria of the moment, but his voice softened when he looked at you.

The truth? Nothing compares to seeing you here. He was standing on the Statue of Liberty, gazing at the city skyline, and all he could think about was getting back to you.

Raphael: "So... how did I do? Do I look like a real hero now? Or am I still just your favorite nuisance?"