Darkwing Duck Reboot
Trouble
"Gos, when I asked you to try have a good day, this isn't what I meant," Drake said, holding up a bucket of two broken phones and two mean letters ripped up. The letters weren't written by her, they were just thrown at her.
"Technically, you told me that a week ago," Gosalyn said from the couch. She had a sly smile painted on her features and a confident stance. Drake dropped the box on the coffee table.
"Gosalyn, that doesn't mean you get to break two kids phones and give them black eyes this week!"
"You saw those notes!" Goslyan shot back.
"Yes, I did. But that does not excuse the black eyes and broken property! Now LP and I have to pay that." And the phones the two kids had weren't cheap. They were the newest model of phones, had the best connection possible. Gosalyn faltered at that.
"I- I'm sorry. About that..." Gosalyn muttered, not looking him in the eye. Drake sighed and looked outside, the sun setting in the background of the city.
"Look, we'll talk about this more tomorrow. I gotta go on patrol."
"Drake-"
"The Sabrewing's will be popping in every now and then, so no TV or phone unless it's an emergency. And you will be having dinner over there. Got it?" Gosalyn nodded feebly. And with that, he grabbed his jacket and case with his costume and headed out.
. . .
"Wanda, any crime?"
"No sir," the computer said. "But Launchpad is on his way up. And say please next time!" Drake couldn't help but feel his face light up, his cheeks heat, when he heard that LP was on his way. The same way they always did when Launchpad was near.
But the feeling was replaced with worry. Launchpad always tried to come to St. Canard to vist him, but that meant a three hour drive both ways. Six hours in total and he stays awake most of the time, so sleep is out of the question.
Drake just wished-
"Hey DW!" Came Launchpad's deep, bright, and bubbly voice. Drake's heart flutter.
"LP!" He said, turning around. If the guy was tired, he didn't show it. His beak was upturned in a smile like this was were he always wanted to be. Like Drake was the only thing he wanted to see.
But of course, Drake only saw that as a friend happy to see another friend.
"How's Gos?" Drake's flustered happiness faded when Gosalyn was mentioned. "That bad?"
"She broke two kids phones and gave them black eyes." Launchpad winced. "Yeah. And the only way they wouldn't sue is if we paid for the phones and if she was expelled. Luckily I talked them out of that part. They settled for her being suspended for a week and detention for three days afterwards."
"Well, that's better than nothing," Launchpad sighed, going to sit next to him.
"I just don't get why she did it. I mean, those letters were terrible, but that-"
"What letters?"
"Those two kids she beat up. They said some pretty mean things."
"Like?" Drake really didn't want to get to into it, but with Launchpad's innocent curiosity and concern, he couldn't stop himself.
"Like, you don't belong here, you're just a stupid- I'm not saying that word- you don't have any parents, that guy isn't your real dad."
"What kind of trouble did they get into?" Launchpad's voice turned angry, and his face turned just the slightest bit red.
"Unfortunately, no-"
"Excuse me, lovebirds," Wanda interrupted. The two jumped in surprise at her voice. Neither noticed how red the others face turned. "But since you two are crime fighters, I thought you would like to know that a bank was just robbed."
"Where?" The two said in unison. If Wanda had eyes to roll, she would have.
. . .
"Ok, Wanda said that the robber was seen retreating to the sewers," Drake said, then muttered while stepping around something that he hoped was just poop, "Why he went down here, I'll never know."
"Probably because you can get almost anywhere in the city from them," Launchpad said, clearing the way just a little more so Drake wouldn't have that much grossness touch him. The duck in question was clutching onto his cape like it was his lifeline.
"Still, there are better ways to get around. Like the roof tops or-or the backalleys. Not a disgusting sewer!" Launchpad refrained from giggling at the high pitched squeak that was in his friend's voice, instead offering some hopefully comforting words.
"Come on, DW. This is nothing. Me and the McDuck family have been through way worse. We once had to deal with a sandy pyramid and colony of burrito loving Egyptians."
"There is no way that's real," Drake laughed, thinking that LP was just joking to make him feel better. But Launchpad quickly told him the whole story. It was so intriguing and wonderful that Drake forgot that he was in a sewer.
Until he saw a flash of black movement from the corner of his eye.
Stopping only enough to Launchpad where to go, he began to run after the person. He stepped through the filthy green water, stepping on white stuff that he didn't dwell on what it could be, and used his grappling gun to get over a chasm in strangely the same fashion as the chasee.
Launchpad would have to go around the long way, but no matter. He had cornered him.
"Your time of running is over, villain," he said in his most threatening superhero voice. All he got in return was a strangely familiar deranged laugh.
"Oh, that's right," the man said, in such a familiar voice that he was sure he knew from somewhere. "You see me as the villain and you as the hero.
"Well.... maybe your right."
When the man turned around, Drake saw someone he never thought he'd see again.
Jim Starling.
(I am catching this up to where I am in another place, and after the schedule will be random)
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