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Donnie is officially in trouble.

He is a man of logic and facts. He knows who he is, what he wants, and how he plans on getting it. He has met the love of his life, and it is science. His life can be pretty chaotic, sure, but ever since the Kraang invasion, nothing too out-of-the-usual has happened.

Until, of course, he meets you.

It wasn't supposed to happen. He was on his way home after a mission, sneaking through the back alleys of New York. He turned a corner and saw you. You both froze. You, perhaps in self defense, pulled a knife on him. He responded the way any sane person would in that situation: shooting you in the neck with a fast-acting, highly effective tranquilizer.

Upon realizing that you were, in fact, not a threat, he panicked and brought you home to the lair; he couldn't just leave you incapacitated in a dark alley!

So he took you to his lab. Where else could he take you? His lab was where he had practically full control of environmental factors. Thinking at about 10000 miles per minute (totally not freaking out or anything), he mentally assesses the encounter. You might not be a major threat, but at the same time you had reacted to meeting him by pulling a knife. So... not the safest either. Worried about what you might do when you wake up, he did another completely normal, usual, average, and completely socially acceptable thing and bound you to the lab table using mechanical restraints he created during a particularly nasty malfunction of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.'s. Now, he sits perched in his swivel chair, watching you attentively for the first sign of consciousness. He's wearing his totally human-looking disguise of a purple hoodie. Brilliant, Donnie.

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