They Can't Fit In The Chair Anymore, But They Still Love To Watch Together.

They can't fit in the chair anymore, but they still love to watch together.

I’m too tired to write a thoughtful description but Splinter loves all of his kids so much you guys

AHHH! This is so cute!!

Small, can fit in a cup, baby rise Leo: *sees a papercut on 12 April*

Baby rise Leo: *struggles to put a bandage on her finger*

12 April: *tries not to die because that’s adorable*

12 Raph sees: *suspiciously has a papercut now*

12 Donnie: Raph let me-

12 Raph: No. I can wait.

12 Donnie: But you are literally bleeding!

12 Raph: Shut.

Baby rise Leo: *crawls on the table to help him*

All three: *Internal screams*

12 Leo walk in: My knee….where’s my cream?

Baby rise Leo: *lifts up cream for knee* Ba!! Squeak!

12 Leo quickly picks up baby rise Leo in his hand and walks a way with him, a smirk thrown over his shoulder.

You put too much trust in their ability to split from the hive mind

Clown Force 99 🤡

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Baby clones in animal onesies are available as stickers, mugs, and other fun things on Redbubble!

This is the Rotten Reflections Donnie. You cannot change my mind.

Donnie shenanigans. i can hear him say this. the last one looks the best. donnie vibes bro~

Yes! Give him positive ways to express himself. Be patient with the poor guy

OKAY SO I cannot make a comic to save a life, BUT I really needed to get this idea out so here we go!

kid me hated 2012 raph with all her passion and yet now I just want to hug the shell out of him, cause I'm sorry but this poor kid- is just a kid ffs

Bad Batch - Afterlife? Crosshair

You weren't sure how you got here. You were walking down the street and felt the gunshot, remembered falling to your knees and things going dark. But then you woke up here, surrounded by corridors and people you did not know.

Looking around you heard someone threatening another with death if they continued talking about the dead son they had murdered. So you hurry away from those voices to find yourself in a giant room that looked like a honeycomb. The voices were coming up behind you so you quickly begin to climb down it and hid from people in the shadows of the darkened room.

Quickly darting though the ground floor you found another door that lead to more corridors. Then you realized that you were feeling a breeze and looked at your clothing for the first time. Or your lack of it.

That morning you had dressed in a long sleeved sweater, jeans, and boots due to it being cold out. Now you were wearing a sleeveless garment that fell to your mid thigh, and very little else. Looking around you found that the doors had names on them. Maybe this place had a room for you where you could find a more stable outfit while you figured out what was going on.

Hurrying forward you found that there were less and less female sounds coming from the rooms around you. It was starting to be only male sounds. And that was something you remembered too well from your days as a slave.

You wanted to go back but by now you were well and truly lost. Panicking you started to hear a voice, no mutiple voices that sounded identical. CLONES!

instantly you remembered Crosshair and his brothers. Crosshair might be grumpy, blunt and not seem to like you very much but there was no denying he would help you. Hurrying towards the voices you starting asking them if they had seen him. When asked you described his silver hair and signature tattoo. You were starting to feel the fear again when you heard that familiar measured voice, "Y/N?"

Turning you saw him and ran to his arms crying, "Crosshair!"

Taking you by the shoulders he holds you away from him, taking in every inch of the outfit and the fear in your every movement, "What happened?"

"Nothing yet," you could see the anger in his eyes as he looked around and took his face in your hands, "Crosshair, no one has touched me." Then as the tears you have been holding in threatened to come out in a torrent, "Please get me out of here."

He nodded once and took your hand before walking quickly away from everyone, leading you down corridors. You had to almost jog to keep up with his longer stride, and there was nothing about the lover in his grip. It was almost like a parent dragging you away from a ruckus that you caused. And you couldn't have been happier.

Finally the two of you got where he was headed because he opened a door and let you inside what looked like an apartment. But instead of sitting you down on the couch he lead you right past the living room, kitchen, and other doors to his own room.

You felt your knees collapse as you sank on the bed and he wrapped you in a blanket. Then he sat down on a chair and asked you again, "What happened?"

Then it all came out. Your apparent death, the confusion, not knowing what to do and then looking for him. Looking up you saw that he was silently holding out a box of tissues to you while looking away and you gratefully took it.

Then Crosshair nodded saying, "That's what has been happening to everyone here." Looking at you huddled on his bed, "This place doesn't just give rooms, you have to do one of three things."

He stopped and you prompted him, "What three things?"

Looking back at you, "Well, the only one you would be willing to do is sleep in the same room as someone else."

Nodding, you decided not to press on the others. Swallowing, "Is there any way to get out of this place?"

Crosshair seemed happy to discuss something else the two of you went over everything he had found and learned about this strange prison. You had no idea how long it went before you swallowed and asked, "Do you have some clothes I could borrow?" Seeing his eyes narrow, "Just until I have my own." He nodded once and went to the chest of drawers.

Pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants he passed them to you before stepping out of the room so you could pull them on. After you were dressed, you stepped out to find Crosshair standing in the kitchen making your favorite tea. Walking to him, "I though you hated leaf water?"

An eyeroll, "It's Hunters."

Nodding once you took the cup and drank greatful for the familiar taste and smell in this strange situation. Looking up at him cautiously, you caught him staring before quickly looking away. "Cross," his attention was back, "Are you alright?" He nodded once.

Then he went to the front door, "Drink your tea." Before you could ask, "I'll let the others know that you are here."

And he was gone before you could say ok. You sank onto the couch with a smile. Yes he was blunt, grumpy and seemed to only tolerate you. But as long as he was on your side, you knew you were safe.

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*Authors note: This has its origins in a weird dream that I had last night and I took it further. This is my first time writing one of these so please be nice and let me know if you want the other Batchers in this situation.