"I've got a feeling that if we want any answers we're going to have to shake 'em out of the guy," Raph said, his voice a near growl as the two of them barreled through the hole. He snagged her sleeve as they did it, just to make sure they went through together. He didn't trust this place with its near-drownings, mind-fuckery, and paper holes in brick walls.
The moment they were on the other side, Nico would find herself in a very strange yet familiar world. They were in another New York City and not far off in the distance Stilt-Man was trying to make a getaway, bags of cash in his hands. He was being fought by Spider-Man and a rather deranged looking Deadpool, who was shimmying up one of his massive legs. Spider-Man looked as annoyed as someone could look when covered head to toe in spandex, which, surprisingly, was pretty annoyed, but hey, not surprising when Deadpool was there.
The people in the street were either filming the fight on their phones or grumbling about rush hour traffic as they tried to trot out of the way.
Everything was brightly colored with crisp outlines.
But that wasn't the thing that had caught Raph's attention.
"What am I wearing?"
The second he'd popped through the portal, his clothes had changed. Most significantly, he actually had clothes instead of his very utilitarian wraps and belt and elbow and knee pads. Instead of dressing like an actual ninja, wearing what was most suitable for fighting, he was wearing what a superhero ninja might wear.
That meant spandex. Clingy uncomfortable spandex, bright colors, and a dragon design on his front.
"I want to beat myself up for my own lunch money."
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The moment they were on the other side, Nico would find herself in a very strange yet familiar world. They were in another New York City and not far off in the distance Stilt-Man was trying to make a getaway, bags of cash in his hands. He was being fought by Spider-Man and a rather deranged looking Deadpool, who was shimmying up one of his massive legs. Spider-Man looked as annoyed as someone could look when covered head to toe in spandex, which, surprisingly, was pretty annoyed, but hey, not surprising when Deadpool was there.
The people in the street were either filming the fight on their phones or grumbling about rush hour traffic as they tried to trot out of the way.
Everything was brightly colored with crisp outlines.
But that wasn't the thing that had caught Raph's attention.
"What am I wearing?"
The second he'd popped through the portal, his clothes had changed. Most significantly, he actually had clothes instead of his very utilitarian wraps and belt and elbow and knee pads. Instead of dressing like an actual ninja, wearing what was most suitable for fighting, he was wearing what a superhero ninja might wear.
That meant spandex. Clingy uncomfortable spandex, bright colors, and a dragon design on his front.
"I want to beat myself up for my own lunch money."