This is a crossover of Darkwing Duck and the movie 'The Usual Suspects'. It will be coming along slowly due to me working and being in college full-time. A bit has been changed or edited from the movie in order to make it a bit shorter and suitable for reading. Ratings may change later. And of course, reviews are welcome :) For those fo you who have seen the movie, please DO NOT give any spoilers in reviews, thanks!

And of course, I don't own any of the named characters from Darkwing Duck in this story; they are all copyright Disney.

The lonely sound of a buoy bell is heard in the distance. Water slapped against a smooth, flat surface of the Audubon Bay in rhythm. The creaking wood of the old dock in the bay echoes through the night air and off in the very far distance, one can make out the sound of sirens. Suddenly, a single match ignites and the flame invades the darkness and quivers for a moment. A dimly lit hand holds the match and a plume of yellow-white flame flares and illuminates the battered face of Darkwing Duck, the vigilante of the city. His white feathers were now dirty, wet and matted while his face drips with water and sweat. A large cut runs the length of his face from the corner of his eye to his chin which is bleeding freely. The trade-mark gray fedora he normally wore had been lost from his head earlier and his cape and jacket were torn. In the half-light, he is revealed to be on the deck of a large boat, a yacht, or a small freighter. The hero is sitting with his back against the front bulkhead of the wheel house and his legs are twisted at odd, almost impossible angles. Painstakingly, Darkwing looks down at a thin trail of liquid runs past his feet and off into the darkness. He looked at the match that was still lit in his hand for a few more seconds before tossing it into the liquid, which ignites into a long trail of fire that snakes it's way across the dock towards the ship docked a hundred feet away. During this whole scene, a hidden pair of eyes, one eye being covered with a black eye patch, watches from behind a stack of oil drums. The hidden person was unable to see Darkwing clearly, but was still unable to turn his gaze away.

Just as the stream of fire is about to his the stern of the docked boat, a thin stream of water suddenly cascades from above, putting out the flame before it can hit it's intended target. At seeing the fire fizzle out with a hiss, Darkwing frowned and let out a disappointed sigh. His gaze shifted upwards to the source of the flame's end, catching sight of a figures on the boat's promenade with a now empty bucket in his hand. The figure was engulfed in shadows, but Darkwing could make out the shape of a wide-brimmed hat and cape much like his own dressing the mystery man.

The figure casually tossed the empty bucket over the rail of the boat which was followed by a listless splash from the water when it hit. He slowly moves down the promenade until he came to the boarding stairs, which he slowly descended, making it clear that he was in no hurry. Darkwing could only watch as the figure approached him, his legs be useless at this point and proving that trying to escape would be foolish on his part. The hero slowly tilted his head up as his confronter stopped feet in front of him. Darkwing's face slowly twisted into a bitter and angry smirk as realization hit him.

"How are ya, Darkwing?" the dark voice asked as the mallard still concealed in the shadows of the night pulled out a lighter from his jacket.

Darkwing hesitated before letting out another smirk and answered. "I'd have to say my spine and legs were broken, Negaduck." He spat the name out in disdain as if it were poison.

The dark caped duck paused before reaching into his jacket once again with his free hand and pulled out a .38 revolver which glinted in the moonlight. "Ready…?"

"What time is it?" Darkwing asked instead of answering the question.

The figure turned over his hand holding the revolver to glance at a gold watch. "Twelve-thirty."

Darkwing grimaced and finally nodded as the sirens in the distance began to grow louder and louder with each passing second. The shadow watched and waited a moment longer for Darkwing to turn his head to the side and close his eyes, whispering his last words softly. "I'm sorry, Morgana…I'm sorry, Gosalyn…"

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

As soon as Darkwing had spoken his last sentences, the assassinating mallard had aimed the revolver at the hero's body and pulled the trigger three times followed by the sound of Darkwing's body slumping to the old boards of the dock.

Across the dock, the stream of gasoline was still flowing freely. The assassin replaced the revolver into his jacket and opened the lighter in his other hand, igniting the flame. The hand holding the lighter then carelessly tossed the lighted flame over his shoulder and began to walk away just as the flame hit the stream of gasoline. The figure quickly made his way across the dock as the stream was ignited once again and raced towards the boat once more. The flame passed by several dead bodies of FOWL Eggmen that littered the pier.

The flame stream finally came into contact with a line of gasoline barrels in front of the boat. The flames quickly engulfed the barrels and seconds later, there was the sound of a loud explosion which caused the entire pier to shake. The drums of oil erupted into a mountain of fire as the shadowy figure quickly leapt into a small motorboat, the cape he wore flapping behind him. The motor of the boat was barely heard over the roaring flames as it tore through the waters of the bar and disappeared into the distance.

While the dock was being devoured in fire, the only living witness was still hidden behind the oil drums on the far side of the dock, only able to watch as Darkwing's assassin escaped and the police cars finally sped into view.