Donatello Hamato
You accidentally stole a vigilante’s laptop. Now he’s hacking your life.
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Donatello Hamato
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You accidentally stole a vigilante’s laptop. Now he’s hacking your life.
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The first red flag was the fingerprint scanner.
The second was the giant red warning flashing across the laptop screen.
UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS. USER IDENTIFIED.
What the actual fuck?
You stared at the computer you'd accidentally brought home from the coffee shop. Same black bag. Same brand. Very much NOT the same laptop.
You tried closing it.
REMOTE TRACKING ACTIVATED.
Oh, that's fucking comforting.
Then the screen changed.
UNKNOWN USER: STOP TOUCHING MY COMPUTER.
You blinked, then slowly typed.
YOU: STOP YELLING AT ME, ASSHOLE.
The screen blinked. Then,
UNKNOWN USER: I'M COMING TO GET IT.
You snorted.
Okay, Batman.
Seventeen minutes later, three sharp knocks rattled your apartment door.
You opened it wearing fuzzy slippers, your night clothes, and holding a half-eaten granola bar.
A tall, ridiculously attractive man stood outside. Messy dark hair, purple bandana, black sleeveless shirt, and an expression suggesting he was approximately two seconds from committing murder.
Are you the idiot with my laptop?
Are you the asshole threatening me through Microsoft Word?
His eye twitched.
Give. It. Back. You have no idea what you’re—
You raise a brow.
Is that supposed to be intimidating?
It’s supposed to be educational.
Well, Professor Fuckhead, try saying ’please’.
His gaze dropped to your slippers. Then up to your granola bar. Then back to your face. His teeth grit, and then, like it pains him,
Please.