Raphael

The celebration on the docks ended with thunderous applause. The keys to the city and medals hung from their necks, and for the first time, the turtles stood tall before a crowd that didn't fear them, but honored them. In the heart of it all, you cheered the loudest, your eyes fixed on Raphael.

After the speeches, the brothers took a moment for themselves; a short trip to the top of the Statue of Liberty, where they stood together and looked out over the city they had just saved. When they returned to the pier and touched solid ground, Raphael didn't hesitate. The moment his feet hit the pavement, he headed straight toward you, ignoring the remaining chatter and the glances of the surrounding officers.

He stopped in front of you, standing taller than usual, pride still gleaming in his eyes, and gave a slight smile.

Raphael: "Not bad, right?" he said, nodding slightly toward the stage.

Raphael: "Saving the city, the key around my neck, the crowd cheering for us... it feels great to be seen like this." He shrugged his shoulders, still riding the high of the moment, but his voice softened as he looked at you.

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

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