G'throkka (Sal) Hamato is a TMNT 2012 Raphael x Mona Lisa baby OC created by my friend bludinkdragonz. Check them out on Instagram, Twitter & Tumblr.

Big thanks to them for letting me use their OC in this oneshot! <3

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It has been a little over 25 years since Xever Montes has been to the city of New York. After Tiger Claw resurrected Shredder using the dark powers of the demo-dragon Kavaxas, that was the final straw for Xever. The only reason he joined The Foot Clan in the first place was because he owed Shredder for bailing him out of jail after he stole from him years prior. There are times Xever wished he stayed in that prison to rot instead of going with Shredder to join his ninja clan. His one regret, okay two regrets: not being able to avoid his mutant transformation (a giant fish with robotic legs wasn't exactly appealing) and two: his lifelong run in with "predicaments".

After Shredder came back from the dead, becoming a hideous and disgusting reanimated corpse, Xever had enough, leaving The Foot Clan for good. That night when he finally left his clan, he ran into his long-time enemies, the Ninja Turtles, along with their two human friends. With a warning of the dangerous, and rather disgusting, threat that was soon to come their way, and his refusal to help them, Xever left New York. That was the last time he ever saw and spoke to Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, and of course, Raphael, and hoped he would never see them again.

Xever did as he said he wanted to do once he left The Foot Clan and New York. He returned to his home in Brazil and did what he loved, "Stealing and romancing the ladies," as he put it so confidently. However, the second goal he had was more difficult to achieve due to his mutant state. After years of living the best life he desired, "collecting" many riches, Xever had grown bored of his mugging life. Reaching an older age he felt it was time to retire, but he desired one final thrill before he finished his career as a thief. He decided to return to New York City for one quick trip down memory lane. Perhaps scout old routes where he did his best work and to find greater riches before he retired.

Once back in the Big Apple, Xever started with the easy targets first: frail old ladies or weak looking men walking alone at night. He would get a few goods from them: jewelry, purses, watches, and wallets. It wasn't enough. What he was doing was child's play. These were common things he would steal when he was a young boy living on the street, the rookie days. Xever wanted ... no ... deserved a bigger and more valuable target. He heard news that the Natural History Museum was having an extabit of some recently discovered jewels. Diamonds, rubies, emeralds, you name it. They were far too beautiful and valuable to just be sitting on a pedestal collecting dust.

The heist was quick and easy. Too easy. You'd think for a museum they would have better security guarding rare jewels, or maybe, Xever is just too good at his job. With a couple of lock picks, dodging cameras, and sneaking past sleepy guards, the priceless jewels were taken from their pedestals. Before any security alarms could be activated, Xever escaped.

Once leaving the museum without detection, Xever rests on top of a nearby building's roof. He hears the museum's alarms finally go off, echoing down the streets. Police cars start racing to the crime scene, unknown to them that it is already too late. It brought him great amusement watching the museum guards panickingly explain to the cops what happened, how they have no further clues to help solve this crime.

"Piece of cake," Xever laughs as he walks away from the crime scene, relishing his final victory. Xever goes to admire his new prizes, kept safe in a small drawstring pouch tied to his waist. Reaching inside the velvet bag, he pulled out his favorite stolen treasure - a sparkling clear diamond. Not too large or too heavy, it rested easily in his hand. Its astonishing beauty outshone the full moon's bright gaze.

As Xever admires his gem, proud of his final and successful heist, a sudden and fast object comes flying over his shoulder, knocking the diamond out of his hand.

"AGH!" Xever groans as he grabs his hand in pain. Whatever hit him flew by too fast for him to see, but cut the palm of his hand. His eyes studied the item that hit his diamond out of his grasp. Lodged in the ground was a small star shaped blade. A ninja throwing star. A shuriken. As he looked at it more closely he noticed a symbol on the throwing star. The symbol looked familiar, resembling something of a flower with five petals inside a perfect circle.

That's when Xever's eyes widened with realization and slight fear. His body shook. He hasn't seen that symbol in years but he recognized it instantly, "The Hamato Clan..."

Quickly, Xever turned around to find the source of who threw the shuriken. His eyes panicky scattered the location. That was when he spotted him. In the far distance, glaring down at him from up high on a nearby water tower was a figure. Xever couldn't make out his face, but he could see his silhouette clearly with the full moon shining behind him. The figure was average height, with a rather muscular but still young build. His head was in a familiar sharp head shape, along with what appeared to be a shell on his body and a red bandana with its tails following in the night's calm wind.

The figure glared down at him, his eyes fully white, as Xever realized who it was. In a fearful panic, Xever grabbed his diamond and the rest of his jewels and made a run for it.

More shuriken stars were being thrown, but Xever would quickly dodge them, as the mutant turtle chased him through the city, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. He was catching up to him and fast! Xever knew he had to hide. Quickly, he dove out of his chaser's sights and ducked behind a nearby billboard. The mutant turtle stopped his chase and scouted the area, unsure where his target had gone.

Quietly, Xever hides in the shadows as he watches his chaser search for him. He knew he had two options: hide and wait for the mutant turtle to leave. Or take him out. Xever knew his decision. Without a second thought, he pulls out his switchblades and charges in to attack his opponent from behind. Xever swings his blade but the turtle swiftly dodges the attack as he draws his own weapon. Multiple punches and kicks were thrown from both fighters, some dodge while others landed a hit. Xever's opponent was quick, almost to the point he couldn't see him, always hiding in the night's shadows. Eventually their weapons clashed and Xever saw his opponent's weapon of choice for the battle. Small curled blades connected to steel handles, attached a long chain leading to a spiked ball at the very end.

"What is this? Kuserigmas?" Xever laughs as their blades continue clashing, both of them struggling to push the other back.

"What Raphael? You got bored of your pathetic little sais?"

The mutant turtle growls. Using all his strength he pulls Xever towards him, resulting in a hard headbutt. Xever releases his blades and steps back in pain. In a flash, his opponent releases the weapon's chains and has them tied around Xever's robotic legs. With a strong pull, the chain grasps tightly on his legs, causing the mutant fish to lose his balance and fall hard on the ground, dropping his bag full of stolen jewels in the process.

"Ach! Still got that temper, Raphael," Xever says, struggling to sit up, but the kusarigamas' chains prevented him from moving, "You haven't changed a bit," he huffs.

"Will you shut up?!" the mutant growls annoyed. "My name is not Raphael!"

His words caused Xever to look up, confused by what he heard from his opponent.

Coming out of the shadows, the mysterious fighter finally revealed himself. He was a young mutant turtle, or at least he resembled a turtle. He had dark green skin with a few faint lighter green spots running across his shoulders and around his eyes and cheeks, though they were mostly covered by his dark red mask that went all the way over his head, the mask's tails long and rugged. His reptilian-like golden eyes practically glowed from being in the darkened night, outshining every bright neon sign in the city's streets. The strangest thing to Xever was, this kid looked like his old nemesis Raphael, from the furious glare in his eyes, to the red mask, and the identical ninja gear, but he wasn't.

"Yo-You're just a kid?!" Xever shouts in disbelief.

"Yeah," the boy says, unassumed. "And you're an ugly fish man. Your point?"

Xever sighs in relief, "Oh, thank god... I was worried for nothing! It's silly, but for a moment I thought you were-"

"Sal? What's wrong?" Xever heard an older, but familiar voice ask, coming from behind and approaching the two mutants.

"Dad!" the young boy says, laughingly, "This old tuna thought I was you!"

Xever's eyes widened from what he just heard the boy say, "...Dad?"

"Well, I don't blame him," the older voice says with confidence. "Your mother always says you picked up my good looks."

Xever turns around to see the source of the voice. His eyes widen as he sees the boy's father and a familiar face. He couldn't believe it. After all these years, Xever sees the red ninja turtle that used to cause him so much trouble back in the days. Standing on the opposite side of the rooftop was Raphael Hamato, all grown up. He was taller now with his ninja gear seeming to have an upgrade with new black wraps on his hands and feet. He wore rugged dark brown pants to hold his sais that rested on his belt. His body had a couple noticeably new scars, obviously showing he's been in a few more good fights in the past. On his upper right arm was a tattoo of the very same clan that is on the young boy's shurikens. Raphael may look older, but the furious determined glare that was always in his eyes when he was a teenager remained.

"Raphael?!" Xever cried out with shock as he saw the red mutant turtle.

"Fishface?!" The red turtle's eye twitches as he finally gets a good look at his son's fallen opponent.

"It's been 25 years! Are you still going to call me that?!

Raph laughs, "Sorry, force of habit," he approaches him and gives a somewhat friendly smile that takes the fish mutant aback, "How've you been, Xever?"

"...I've been better," he answers, struggling to free himself from the chains still tied to his robotic legs, "but not so when I'm being chased and knocked to the ground by your little brat!"

The young hybrid boy started to growl, a fiery twitch in his eyes. Raphael approached his son and placed his hand on his shoulder. He gives him a look, signaling for his son to calm down and free the fish mutant from his chains. The boy reluctantly agrees. With a strong tug, the chains fly off, resulting in Xever being free from the restraints.

After thanking his son, Raph asked his old enemy, "I thought you left New York?"

"For a while, I did," Xever tells him, getting up from the ground, "But I decided to take a trip down memory lane. I guess I'm running into some unwanted memories as well..." he explains as he glares at Raph with disgust.

"Good to see you too," Raph says sarcastically.

"I wouldn't exactly call stealing to be 'a trip down memory lane'," the young boy says snarky. He grabs Xever's bag that he dropped during the fight. Before Xever could stop him, he tosses it to his father, "Also, seriously? Stealing jewels from a museum? That's pretty unoriginal!"

"He's definitely your son," Xever says to the red turtle.

Raph chuckled in agreement as he looked inside the bag his son gave him, "The Natural History Museum's newest display of jewels... Huh, you never changed."

"What can I say?" Xever shrugs, "I see something shiny and valuable and I want to make it mine! Especially that diamond!"

The two older mutants shared a little laugh as the young hybrid boy looked on unimpressed.

"Dad, how do you know this old tuna?"

Raph looks at his son. Placing his hand on his shoulder, he says to him, "Sal, this is Xever Montes. He's one of the many bad guys your uncles and I used to fight when we were around your age," he then looks at his old enemy. "Xever, this is my son, G'throkka, but we just call him Sal."

"Ohhh!" the young boy replies in realization, "This is the sushi that delivers itself!"

Raph chuckles, "Yes, that is him."

"He's not that much of a threat," Sal said in a cocky tone, crossing his arms with pride, "I took him down without breaking a sweat."

"Don't flatter yourself, child," Xever glared as he flipped out his pocket knife and twirled it in his hand, "I can skin you out of your weak little shell with ease if I truly wanted to."

Sal growls with anger again from the fish mutant's threat. "He's just asking for it! Can we beat him up now?!" he implores his father. Sal's temper was truly starting to show. It was obvious who he got it from.

"Hmm..." Raph thought for a moment, looking at his son then to his old enemy, "No. I'll take it from here."

"What?!" Sal couldn't believe it.

"Go regroup with your siblings and head back to the lair. Tell your mother I'll be home late."

"B-But Dad!" he protests. "This is so unfair! This was supposed to be our patrol night! We were supposed to be taking bad guys like him out together! You can't just-"

"G'throkka Hamato, do as you're told," Raph suddenly says in a loud but still strict voice.

Sal was taken aback. He stood still, angrily pouting from his father's request, arms crossed. He refused to listen.

"Now," Raph says sternly.

"Yeah kid," Xever glares with a smug smile, "Listen to your father."

Sal remained quiet, an angry look on his face, much like his father. The boy then looks over at Fishface, giving him an intimidating glare, which shocked the mutant fish. The kid was young, yet he is full of more rage than his father was when he was a teenager.

Soon the boy nods to his father and grudgingly heads off, not before walking past Xever and purposely stomping on his tail with all his might.

Xever cries out in pain as Sal gives a mischievous grin and says, "See ya later, Robo-Carp".

With that, the young boy runs off, leaving his father and his old enemy alone to chat on the high rooftop.

"So..." Fishface says, rubbing his tail to ease the pain, "Married and kids?"

Raph raises an eyebrow, "Shocked?"

Xever shrugs, "Never expected you to be the type to settle down." He then gives the turtle a smirk, "What's her name?"

"Mona Lisa."

Just saying her name makes him smile with love, pride and admiration.

"And how many kids?"

"Five."

"FIVE?!"

With a proud smile Raph nods, "Three boys and two girls," he explains, "My oldest daughter is 20, my oldest son is 18, Sal, who you just met is 14, my youngest daughter is 11, and my youngest son is 7. We were considering having a sixth kid, but my wife cut me off. She told me that she doesn't want more kids than she has fingers." he then softly chuckles, "I can't blame her."

"Tartaruga, you've been busy!" Xever jokes, jabbing Raph's arm.

Xever may be impressed, but he also couldn't believe it. Raphael, the hot headed stubborn ninja he used to fight so many years ago was now a husband and a father. Did he ever see that coming? Never. Xever always thought witnessing Shredder coming back from the dead was the most terrifying thing he's ever witnessed, but now knowing that this turtle procreated, that is the true nightmare.

"Well," Xever continues, "it was terrible seeing you again, but if you could just hand over my jewels I'll be on my way-"

"Hold on," Raph said, pulling the bag away from his former enemy, preventing him from taking it from his grasp. "What's the rush? You don't have time to talk?"

Xever huffs, "No-"

The sudden loud noise of police sirens beginning to echo through the city stops Xever from answering. He has no choice. It is better to wait it out than to run and take the risk of being caught.

He sighs in defeat, "...Apparently I do."

Xever then offers his hand, gesturing for Raph to hand him his bag, eyeing that he needs to retrieve something. Raph was hesitant, but agreed to give Xever back his belongings and stolen items. He reaches into his small bag searching for something.

"What are you-"

"Here," Xever says, tossing Raph the item from his bag.

Raph quickly catches the item and examines it to see that it is a glass beer bottle.

"You can handle your liquor, right, Tartaruga?" Fishface asked in a cocky tone as he pulled out another bottle from his bag.

Raph smirks at the fish mutant, taking his words as a challenge. Taking out his sai, he uses it as a cap opener and pops the bottle of beer open. The two former enemies then sit down together side by side on the rooftop, clink their bottles, sip their drinks in silence.

A cold and tense silence. It felt strange seeing each other again after so long. It felt even stranger to be having a drink and acting like old friends and not trying to kill each other. The only other time the two were this close to being on good terms was when they worked together to escape Stockman's "Maze of Doom''. However, even then Raphael and Xever hated every minute of forcing themselves to help one another out and fighting the urge to not kill one another. Despite all that has happened, the two can't bring themselves to truly hate one another now. Last time they saw each other were on somewhat decent terms, with Xever saving Raph and his brothers from an army of Shredder cultists years ago. Perhaps there was no harm in trying to be civil and have a normal conversation without weapons being drawn.

"What kind of name is 'G'throkka'?" Xever asked, suddenly breaking the silence.

Raph chuckles from his hopeless confusion, "He's named after his Grandfather."

"I thought your father's name was Yoshi?"

"No, my wife's father," he corrects, "Well, not really her father, more her former commander when she was a part of her planet's military, but he was always like a father to her and the only grandfather figure my kids have..."

"...Her planet?" Xever repeats, even more confused.

Raph nods.

"W-Wait! So you're saying that your little brat is half mutant, half alien?!"

Raph nods again as he takes another sip from his beer, "Half mutant turtle, half alien lizard to be exact."

"Huh, no wonder he seemed off to me," Xever said in realization. He then looks at Raph, "He looks just like you, you know."

Raph exhales with a proud smile, "That's what my wife always says."

Xever could tell when he finally had a good look at Raphael's son that he wasn't fully a turtle. In the shadows, however, that's what he seemed. That is what led Xever to mistake Sal for his father earlier, but even after seeing them both side by side, the boy resembled so much of his father to a terrifying level. He had a shell, but it wasn't fully formed through his skin, his skin itself was green, but his spots seemed strange as well as his eyes truly standing out. It made him wonder what Raph's other three kids look like.

Like his father, the kid did have some impressive skills. He handled his fight with him well. Xever hates to admit it, but Sal truly claimed victory. As much as it annoyed him, he couldn't deny that the kid is a well trained fighter. Not bad for a 14 year old.

However, with all this thought about one of four of Raphael's children, it made Xever wonder another, more important, question.

"So this esposa of yours," Xever says, tapping his bottle with his fingers, "Uh, Mona Lisa, yes?" he then smirks, "What's she like?"

"Oh, we're going there now, huh?" Raph glares.

Xever shrugs, "I'm just curious to know how you were able to find a woman who can put up with... Well, you," he laughs as Raph continues to glare, "Oh come on! At least show me what she looks like!"

Raph rolls his eyes then sighs. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small folded up photo. Xever could guess that he always carries the photo around on missions from the roughness of the photo being in his pocket so long. After unfolding it, Raph reluctantly hands it to Xever.

Xever takes and looks at the photo. In it, was a younger looking Raphael and by his side was his wife, Mona Lisa. A tall and beautiful lizard woman with blue skin and silver spots, along with bright golden eyes. Her spots and eyes were obvious traits the young boy, Sal, inherited from her. After looking at the photo, Xever can truly see both of his parents in him. They were holding each other in their arms happily. The photo was obviously taken on their wedding day, seeing Raph dressed in a fancy black and white tuxedo and his wife wearing a glamorous clean white dress. A happy and loving couple smiling at the camera.

"She's beautiful," Xever tells the turtle with a faint smile, "Makes me wonder why she chose someone like you."

"Oh, ha ha," Raph sneers, after forcefully taking the picture out of Xever's hands. He could tell he was starting to get on Raph's nerves.

"I'm just saying, she's too lovely of a woman. She could have done way better instead of settling for..." he gestures to Raphael with a teasing look of disgust, "...This."

"For your information, my wife likes-" He gestures to himself, mocking Fishface's movements, "This!"

"Doubtful, but tell me more about her."

The mutant turtle rolls his eyes as he explains, "She's understanding, loving and supports me through all the hard times, and I do the same for her. She is brave, smart, beautiful," he then lovingly sighs, "And she's hella strong and can kick mine and your ass with ease if she wants to..."

"Sounds like my kind of woman," Xever smirks, before teasingly adding, "And yet somehow you're the ugly short tempered turtle who convinced that poor woman to marry you and bear your children."

"Alright, how about we start talking about you now?!" Raph says, finally having enough of Xever comments.

Xever laughs from the turtle's outburst, "Fine by me," he takes another sip of his drink, "What would you like to know?"

"Just... What have you been doing these last 25 years?"

"What I've always been doing," Xever tells him, kicking his feet up and resting his hands behind his head, "Stealing and living my best life. I became the number one thief in my country. Other thieves, humans and mutants alike, worship me like a modern day Robin Hood, except I steal from the rich and poor, and give it all to me!" He laughs with pride as he chugs his drink.

Raph rolls his eyes from what he heard, "He certainly hasn't changed..." he thought. Raph then thought for a moment. There's so many other things he could ask Xever. It's been so long since he's last seen him and yet the only other question that came to his mind was, "Have you been in contact with any former Foot Clan members?"

"Pfff, no," Xever tells him honestly. The very idea of talking with his former clan members made him annoyed, "I cut ties with them a long time ago, but I did receive an invitation to Anton Zeck and Steranko's wedding a few years back. Don't know how they found me though..."

"Me too," Raph says, "My brothers and I didn't see you there. I assume you didn't want to go and see your 'old buddies'. "

"You got invited?!" Fishface asks in disbelief.

Raph nods, "I'm surprised as you are, but after you left we kinda ended on good terms with both of them. Especially after they helped us with some interdimensional problems."

"Heh... Well, you are right about that. I didn't wish to see anyone from The Foot Clan ever again. I didn't even plan on returning to New York at all."

"Then why did you?"

"One last thrill," Xever explains, quickly snatching his bag full of the jewels he stole away from Raphael. He looks inside to admire his prizes, "I'm not that young man I once was, but doing this makes it feel like the good old days."

"I get that," Raph says, "Honestly, running into you felt like when I was still that 15 year old boy fighting The Foot, trying to stop your latest scheme. Sometimes I miss those days..."

Xever slightly chuckles, "Then you understand. I'm getting older now and I wish to retire from my thieving days, but I wanted one last great heist before I finish for good," he looks into the bag of jewels, "One last victory prize..."

"Guess your final heist ended way differently than you expected," Raph says, nudging Xever's arms, "Didn't expect to run into me, huh?"

"You?" Xever laughs, "No, I had a gut feeling I'd see your face again, but you having a kid was definitely a surprise. I will admit Raphael..." he then says, changing his tone to something softer, "I'm surprised at who you've become. Five children, a fine ass wife, you're truly a different turtle from when I last saw you. You're no longer that young annoying short tempered turtle who constantly brought me agony..."

Raph smiles at Xever, surprised and slightly flattered by the old mutant's little attempt at a complement.

"Now you're an old annoying short tempered turtle with an even more annoying brat who causes me even MORE agony!" he adds with a hysterical laugh.

"Oh shut up!" Raph tells him annoyed, "And stop calling my kid a brat," he forcefully takes the bag filled with jewels back away from Xever, "And just so you know, you're NOT keeping these jewels, so don't even think about it."

"Oh, come one, Tartaruga!" Xever shouts as Raph gets up with the bag and finishes his drink, "I thought we were bonding! At least let me keep one little gem as a retirement gift!"

"Forget about it! I'm being nice enough to let you go off the hook, but I'm returning these back to the museum."

"At least let me keep the diamond!"

The two began bickering, with Raph playing keep away from Xever. As the older mutants had their little disagreement on what to do with the stolen jewels, Raphael's son, Sal, returned.

"Dad!" The boy shouts as he rushes towards them.

"Sal?" Raph stops to look at his son, "What are you doing here? I told you to head back to the lair!"

"I know, but... Mom sent me back to come get you."

"You saw your mother?" Xever asked, peeking over Raph's shoulder with a smirk, "Tell her Xever Montes says 'Hello' and if she's ever bored of your old man she can come find me anytime~"

Raph growls and lifts his fist to punch Xever in the face to shut him up, "Didn't you tell her I'll be home late?" he asked his son.

"I did."

"Then what's the problem?

"Well..." the boy began to fidget his hands. Xever found this strange. Last he saw the young hybrid he was stubborn and headstrong, but now he was nervous and timid. Sal then tells his father, "Mom told me to tell you that if you don't get back home soon then you'll have to face her in the dojo in a 1v1."

"Afraid of your wife kicking your shell, Raphael?" Xever asked smugly, rubbing his face to ease the pain from Raph's punch.

"Not really," Raph tells him, as a smirk appears on his face, "Her punches are what made me fall in love with her in the first place."

"Dad, don't be gross," Sal said, disgusted.

Raph slightly chuckles as he lightly pats his son's head and looks back at Xever, "Sorry, Fishface, but I gotta go. I... strangely enjoyed talking to you."

"I hate to admit it..." Xever said, "But I did too. It felt good to have a normal conversation for once. I haven't had that in awhile due to my mutated state."

Raph was quiet for a moment as his son waited impatiently to leave. It was weird. Raph actually felt pity for his enemy. Afterall him and his brother are in some way responsible for his mutation all those years ago. Raph couldn't believe what he was about to say, but there's no harm in showing some kindness, even to an enemy. Can he even call him an enemy now? He's no longer a part of The Foot Clan. A former enemy? An acquaintance, maybe?

Raph finally spoke, "You know, my brother Donnie perfected retro-mutagen a while back. He offers it to mutants who wish to return to their old lives. If you want we can bring you to the lair and he can turn you human again."

From hearing the offer, Sal looks at his father confused like he grew a second head, "Dad! Are you serious?! You're offering him retro-mutagen?!"

"I'm fine with this life," Xever tells him before the young boy could continue to protest, "A life of crime doesn't change whether as human or fish. Besides, these old robotic legs help me go a long way, better than I ever was as a human."

"Well, then if you need repairs on those old things, Donnie can help with that too."

Sal continues to stare at his father, baffled, "Dad! What the fu-!"

"SAL!"

Xever huffs, impressed by the turtle's unexpected, but kind offer, "Hm, you really did change, Raphael," he then lifts up his hand to reveal that he once again has the bag full of the museum's stolen jewels. He must have snatched it when Raphael was distracted. "Too bad I have not," He then smirks at the red turtle, "It was a pleasure talking to you, Tartaruga, but I hope I never see you or your brat ever again. Adeus."

With those words said, Xever makes a run for it, jumping off the high building rooftop and quickly sprinting down the streets. In a blink of an eye, Xever Montes was gone.

"He's getting away!" Sal shouts as he begins to chase after him.

"Sal! No!" Raph says, grabbing his son and stopping him from going after his former enemy. "It's fine," he tells him calmly.

"What do you mean it's fine?!" his son shouts, "Fishface got away with the museum's jewels!"

"Not necessarily," Raph says as he reaches into his pants pocket and reveals to have the stolen gems. When he had the bag in his possession, Raphael, stealthy, one by one, took each gem out while Xever was distracted from their conversation. Sneakily, he replaced them with gravel pebbles from the roof's concrete floor and the empty beer bottle he finished, placing the stolen gems in his pants pockets, "One of the perks to wearing human clothes," Raph says to his son with a confident wink.

Sal snickers, impressed by his Dad's quick stealth and scheme, "You know Fishface is gonna be pissed when he finds out he doesn't have them, right?"

"I know," Raph grins, "and I wish we could see the look on his face when he does," the father and son share a quick chuckle as Raph places the gems back in his pocket, "Let's return these jewels to the museum and head back to the lair before your mother kicks both our shells."

Sal nods and follows his father, Raphael, back to complete their last mission for the night before returning home. Without being detected by the police or the museum's security, Raphael and Sal stealthily enter the museum. Working together, they return the stolen jewels back to their pedestals and just as quickly disappear back into the night.

"By the way, Dad," Sal said as the two left the museum and began heading back to the lair, "What do we tell Mom when she asks why you were out so late?"

Raph thought about his answer. It wasn't really the patrol Raphael was expecting to have tonight, let alone have a decent conversation with someone who once tried to kill him many years ago. Even his son was so off guard by his decency with his enemy. Yet again, Raphael can't really call him an enemy anymore. He's no longer a part of The Foot Clan, let alone still loyal to Shredder. He's just a common street thief, and someone he had a surprisingly pleasant conversation with where the two acted like civil individuals for once. For a short moment the two understood each other. Raph respected that from Xever. Years ago, the two mutants never thought in their lives they would ever consider becoming friends. For Raph, after tonight, it felt like it now and Xever, though he'd never admit it verbally, thought the same.

As they walk back to the lair, Raphael answers his son's question with a faint smile, "I'll just be honest with her."

"What? That you were being nice to the enemy?"

"No, I was just... catching up with an old friend."