No

The night was calm and warm. Leonardo watched his city from above, perched on the roof of an endless skyscraper. As he looked into the pit opening under him, he felt like he was swaying. He gripped the edge of the roof firmly.
“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”
Leonardo acknowledged Donatello’s words by a nod. The feeling of vertigo intensified.
“So why did you call me here?” his brother said, squatting beside him. “I know you’ve been leading up to something. If you want to tell me, you have a chance now.”
Leo glanced at Don. “I want to tell you just one thing.” His head swam but he pushed on. “We’ve been getting closer lately. I enjoy spending time with you very much.” He took a deep breath and his heart started to pound. “I want to take it further. I want us to be even closer, because Donny… I love you.”
The words fell into the bottomless street under his feet. Then Donatello got up. And he left without a word.
Leo suppressed the need to hug his knees. He was also falling…
Then a pair of warm arms wrapped around him and Don pressed his face against Leo’s shoulder. “I know,” he whispered. And then he pushed his brother over the edge of the skyscraper.
The fall was long…

Donatello walked into the Lair, eyes glassy. He stood at the doorstep for a very long time, just watching the living room in front of him.
“Don?” Raphael’s red-masked head poked out of the dojo. “Ah, good thing yer back. Can ya spot me?”
“Of course,” Donatello said, following his brother. Raphael had prepared one of the heaviest barbells he was able to lift. He slid onto the bench and began exercising.
“I have to tell ya something,” Raph blurted out after a few minutes.
“Yes?”
Heat rushed into Raph’s cheeks. He told himself it was the exertion. “I’ve realised something important. That ye’re important. And… I wanna be with ya. I wanna… I love ya?”
Donatello closed his eyes and frowned. Raph searched his face hopefully. Seeing nothing but pain broke his heart.
Suddenly a warm smile spread across Don’s features. He looked deeply into Raphael’s eyes and said: “I know Raph.” He caressed Raph’s bicep and took the barbell from him. Just as Raph let go of the massive iron object, so did Donatello.
The crunch of Raphael’s plastron was loud.

Michelangelo found Don before Don found Michelangelo.
“Donnie!” Donatello looked around in confusion. “Up here!”
Mikey was in the net of ropes that hung from the high ceiling of the Lair. He pulled a pair of earphones off and grinned at him. “What’s up?”
“You’re up,” Don replied.
“Yeah, I am. Listen Donny…” Mikey slid a few feet down and dangled upside down. “I’ve got something to tell you.” His eyes looked like two pieces of blue sky, swaying overhead. Don flexed his hands.
“What is it?”
“I love you. As in, forever and ever. And I wanna kiss you. And I know you love me too,” Mikey told him.
Donatello chuckled. “Jump down so I can hug you.”
“You’ll catch me?”
“Of course.”
Mikey let go of the rope and came falling down, head first. Don extended his arms, but Mikey slipped through them.
He didn’t have time to react before his head collided with concrete.

Leonardo was familiar with the state he was in. He couldn’t feel anything and he couldn’t move. His head was pleasantly clouded.
“I’ve been hurt,” he said to himself. “And I’m just about to wake up.”
Claiming his body came with the price of pain. He gasped and moaned.
“Leo?” whispered Raphael. Leonardo turned his head to the voice. He recognised the sick room.
“Raph?” Raphael was lying on a bed next to his. His whole torso was covered in bandages.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know,” Raph wheezed. His ribs were broken, Leo realised. Talking caused him pain. But they had to talk now, because there was a terrible memory in Leo’s head.
“Did you tell Don? Did you do it as we promised?”
“Yeah.”
“What did he say?”
“That he knew.”
“And what did he do?”
Raphael did not answer. Leo’s insides knotted. Finally his brother said: “He dropped a barbell on my chest.”
It hit Leo like a cold wave of water. He barely forced out the next words. “He pushed me off a skyscraper.” Then, quickly – “Where’s Mikey?”
Raphael motioned to his other side. Leo strained to lift himself up, pain shooting through his body. Mikey was there, motionless. His head was double-sized because of all the bandages on it.
“He ain’t woken up yet,” Raphael said.
Leonardo lowered himself down again. Tears were pushing into his eyes and for the first time ever, he didn’t try to stop them. It was ruined. Everything.
“Why?” he croaked.
Suddenly there was noise and light, fast footsteps and words… “So glad to see you awake. Both your shoulders are dislocated, as is your right wrist. You’re battered a lot too, but all in all you were lucky to survive the fall. Fortunately you caught yourself on the building, even though it broke your katanas and disjointed your arms. You’ll be fine, I promise.” And as quickly as the noise and light came, it went. The room was dark and silent again.

Donatello clamped his hand over his babbling mouth and he gagged. “Stop it,” he muttered, “stop it. Not yet.” He straightened and went to Splinter’s room.
He kneeled on a mat in its middle, completely rigid. Splinter didn’t even turn to face him.
“How are they? How are my sons?”
“They are well, master. Leonardo has just come to. I don’t know when Michelangelo will, but all of their conditions are stable.”
“Will they heal?”
“Yes. All of them will be able to go back to being ninjas. They are tough, master.”
Splinter nodded. He turned to Donatello and kneeled before him. Don started to shake as his master’s eyes bore into him. “And will they heal mentally as well?”
“Y-yes, master.”
“I am glad to hear that.” Splinter smiled. “You have done well Donatello.”
Don nodded in relief and started to get up. But Splinter wasn’t finished.
“You understand, and that is what I appreciate about you. You are the only one who has understood that such love is unacceptable.” Donatello began quaking uncontrollably. “It lowered your brothers’ guard so much that they let you injure them. You could have killed them. They were careless.”
Splinter put his hand on Donatello’s shoulder. “It was hard, I know. But it is for the better. You will survive and that is what matters. Loving each other would kill all four of you.”
Don’s jaw worked soundlessly as he tried to swallow his words. His master watched him for a while and then, benevolently, allowed him to speak.
“What about trust?” Don blurted out, voice coloured with pain. “Master, you have told us that we only have each other. How…”
“It does not matter,” Splinter stopped him. “They will understand.”
“But I…” Don’s voice broke. He shuddered and collapsed, curling into himself.
“It was for the greater good,” Splinter repeated and withdrew his hand.
Don keened like a wounded horse. His hands clutched at the mat and his head. His three betrayals played before his eyes. He had known. He had known from the very first glances, touches. He had seen it unwind. He had felt the change in the air when Raph confessed to Leo, and when Leo confessed to Mikey. He had known of their plan because he had spied on them. They would tell him one after the other. Openly. They agreed to phone each other if anything went wrong. He’d spied for their father.
Pain grew in his head until it exploded. And something snapped.
He loved his brothers as well.
Donatello got up, his bo in his hands. He took a fighting stance. Splinter regarded him sadly.
“It is too much for you Donatello. You do not want to do this,” he warned him.
Deadly silent, Don swung his staff.
He didn’t know how he ended up on the ground in an explosion of pain. “Remember,” his father hissed into his ear, “I taught you everything you know. You are no match against me.” Splinter stepped back. Don realised he was being offered a way out. His last chance.
He got up and readied for another attack.
“I could accidentally kill you. Who would take care of Michelangelo then?” Don froze. “I am not blackmailing you Donatello. Do not force me to subdue you. I do not wish that my sons suffer because you were irrational for a moment. Now put your staff down.”
The bo fell out of Donatello’s hands and clattered to the floor.
“Good. Now go and answer their questions. Tell them the truth.”
“Which truth?” Donatello whispered. He was pale like a corpse.
“That you have said no.”

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