By the time they arrived, Mikey had regained some of his strength and began to struggle again. He watched his brother get tossed on the ground before the Shredder, the turtle who'd been carrying him kneeling before speaking to his master. 

"Master Shredder, we found them attempting to break into another one of your facilities. They've told me they're part of the Hamato Clan and is seeking revenge for the death of their master's sensei."

The Shredder narrowed his eyes. "The Hamato clan? Don't tell me you speak of Hamato Yoshi? That man had no descendants."

“They did mention Hamato Yoshi.” Raph confirmed, dropping his own bound turtle before Shredder before moving to kneel next the Leonardo. He lay the other turtles weapons on the ground in front of them.

Apart from crying out from the pain of being thrown to the floor, Donatello didn’t make a sound. This was the first time he’d been so close to the Shredder, and all his training was kicking into overdrive as he tried to find a way to get him and his brother out of there.

Shredder turned his gaze down to Donatello. "Who is your master? How is he related to Hamato Yoshi?"

Donnie’s lips pulled into a tight line as he refused to speak.

Leo spoke in his stead. "He said his master's name was Hamato Splinter. Apparently he's a... mutant rat."

This made Shredder raise an eyebrow, before looking back at Don again. "Answer the question. How is this... Hamato Splinter related to Hamato Yoshi?"

Again Donnie refused to speak. Keeping his gaze at a point on the floor.

Raph’s eyes darted from his Master to Donatello, realising that he was going to be stubborn. Without drawing attention to himself he moved so that he could grab the orange mask tails of the one he’d carried in, forcing him up to his knees as he exposed his neck and tapped his sai impatiently against his throat.

Mikey struggled against Raph's grip, giving Don looks that he hoped conveyed how much he DIDN'T want the other to start spilling stuff about Splinter just cause he was in danger.

"Speak." Leo said. "Or else."

“I offered myself willingly for my brothers release.” Donnie tried again. He understood the looks Mikey was sending him, but he didn’t have a choice. It was a dishonour to their clan and to his brother, but he couldn’t stand by and watch his little brother get killed.

Raph yanked the gag from the others mouth. “Same goes for you.” He growled into his ear slit. “If your friend’s so keen to stay silent then my brother can silence him forever. Answer Master Shredders questions and neither of you will be harmed.” He knew that wasn’t true, but he hoped they’d at least survive so that was something.

As if confirming Raph's words, Leo drew his katana, holding the blade against the side of Don's head.

Mikey swallowed, then narrowed his eyes. "You're just gonna kill both of us anyway."

“We’re not afraid to die for our clan.” Donnie’s voice was stronger then before, drawing strength from his brothers words. “But If we die then your questions will never be answered.” He lifted his head to look straight at Shredder, his eyes cold and determined, not reacting to Leo‘s katana in the slightest. 

“I’m offering you a fair trade. My information for my brothers freedom. I don’t care what you do to me afterwards.”

"No!" Mikey turned to look at Don. "You can't do that, Donnie!"

"Silence!" The Shredder spoke. "I am willing to bargain with you, turtle." His eyes met Don's. "But it will be on my terms. If you give me all the information I desire, and swear your loyalty to me - I will allow your brother to live."

Donnie was silent as he broke eye contact with shredder to look to the floor instead, he ignored his brother, thinking about the offer carefully.

“If I believed you I would offer myself willingly to whatever you asked.” Donnie agreed. He didn’t miss the fact that Shredder was offering his brother’s life and not his freedom, but as long as Mikey was alive Donnie could work on making sure he was safe.

“But I was already promised his release when I allowed myself to be restrained. I can’t trust your word.”

"Very well." The Shredder said. "Then perhaps I should use less words and act instead." He pointed towards Michelangelo. "Raphael, do your worst, but do not kill him."

Raph inhaled sharply but nodded his understanding. He’d be more comfortable with Leo doing this, his own bloodthirsty reputation meant that he couldn’t always promise not to kill. 

Without warning his sai twisted, embedding it’s self into Mikey shoulder before Raph kneed him in the shell harshly.

“Mikey!” Donnie’s eyes went wide as he tried to look away. Mikey was right, they would probably kill them anyway, but that didn’t make the situation any easier. Tears started to pool in his eyes and his hands clenched into fists.

Mikey screamed, falling right on his plastron where he continued to scream and twist in agony. The pain made tears stream down his cheeks.

The Shredder watched coldly a moment, then turned to Donatello. "This is what will happen every time you refuse my offer. Now, will you comply?"

Raph twisted his sai into the muscles of Mikey’s shoulder, pulling back only to stab in again between plastron and shell, knowing from his own experiences how sensitive the skin there was. His other hand was on the back of his neck, fingers squeezing tightly. Raph’s knee was firmly planted on Mikey’s shell to keep him down and not able to move much more then his bound arms and legs.

“I…Please. Just stop it please!” His voice was no longer strong, it was shaking and broken slightly as he sobbed. Donnie kept his eyes closed tightly, his head turned away from the scene as much as possible.

Mikey practically shrieked at this point, dark spots threatening to consume his field of vision as blood poured out of the wound. He coughed up some blood, barely keeping himself from throwing up. 

When Don pleaded, Shredder raised a hand to make Raph stop.

It took Raph a second to register that his master wanted him to stop, he took a few deep breaths to try and control himself as he pulled his sai from the others skin. He took a few steps back, his eyes quickly darting to all of Mikey’s injuries to check that non of them were fatal.

“Mikey?” He called out softly, needing to know that his brother was still alive, but too afraid to be able to open his eyes and look for himself.

Mikey whimpered loudly, letting out a broken "Donnie".

"Now," Shredder spoke to Don. "If you agree to my terms, I will give your brother the medical attention he so badly needs. If you don't, I'll allow Raphael to continue. Which will it be?"

Don’s heart broke a little at hearing his brother so hurt. He nodded his head to show that he understood, he couldn’t let Mikey get hurt like that again.

“Okay. Just…get Mikey some help.” He was shaking badly from his crying but he managed to keep his voice level. “I’m yours.” He still couldn’t bring himself to look up or open his eyes.

The Shredder smirked. "I'm glad we could reach an understanding." He glanced at Mikey, who was still sobbing and moaning and squirming in pain. "Raphael, take him to the infirmary."

 Raph quickly grabbed Mikey, being careful not to make his injuries any worse as he turned to walk away, his hands shaking slightly as he made his way to get the smaller turtle to someone who could patch him up.

Donnie finally managed to open his eyes as he watched his brother being carried away. Even when Raph turned out of sight Donnie couldn’t look away from where his brother had been, the sight of Mikey‘s beaten and bleeding body would forever be burned into his mind.

"Leonardo," Shredder spoke to fore mentioned turtle. "Get Donatello a more appropriate attire before we start the interrogation."

"Yes, master." Leo bowed shortly before swinging his sword, slicing the ropes around Don's ankles in two. "Get up."

Don didn’t even flinch as he felt the ropes fall away, he stood silently, still shaking slightly but he was no longer crying. Feeling numb as the weight of what he’d agreed to finally started to set in.

Leo sheathed his katana, grabbing Don by the arm. "Follow me." He pulled him along, dragging him out of the room.

Don followed without complaint, his eyes cast to the floor. When he’d first saw the two new turtles his mind was ablaze with questions and curiosity, but now he just didn’t care.

Leonardo remained stoic and quiet, taking him to his room. He wasn't stupid - there was no way they could dress Don like them, it would confuse the Foot Soldiers and make it easier for Don to move around. The first thing he did was to rip the purple bandanna off - those in Foot Headquarters that didn't wear masks were either very high up in ranks or servants.

Donnie actually flinched as his mask was ripped off, shutting his eyes briefly. Removing that mask felt like it was removing his identity, he’d worn it for as long as he could remember.

The turtle threw it on the ground like it was dirt, the untied Don's wrists. "Take off your gear."

Don hesitated a moment, rubbing his sore wrists before moving to obey, stripping himself of his gear until he was stood naked in front of Leo. If his mind wasn’t so numb he would have blushed at the realisation that he was now stood naked in the others room.

Leo's gaze lingered on the naked turtle in front of him before he turned away, reaching into his closet and taking out a black kimono. "Put this on." He practically threw it at the other.

Donnie shifted awkwardly as he noticed the lingering look the other had given him. 

Donnie easily caught the black garment, slipping into it and covering himself as much as possible. He and his brother didn’t often wear ‘clothes’ and the fabric felt strange against his skin and shell.

Confident that Don would no longer be mistaken as one of them - and hardly a servant - he picked the purple piece of fabric up from the floor. "Did you master give you this?"

“Yes. When my brother and I started our training.” His voice was soft and he looked at it fondly. “Am I allowed to kept it? I won‘t wear it but…” His voice trailed off, either he would be allowed to keep it or not, whatever he had to say would fall on deaf ears. He didn’t have a say in anything anymore.

Leo watched him a moment. "Then master Shredder can't know it's here." He threw it into his closet before slamming the door shut.

Donnie watched the mask being shut away and turned confused eyes onto the other turtle.

"Come on." Leo grabbed his arm again, pulling him out of the room without meeting his gaze.

Don let himself be dragged from the room, watching Leo curiously.

Leonardo had been the one who brought him here, the one who went back on his word to free Mikey. Why would he care about the importance of his mask?