My first Darkwing Duck fanfic. I watched this as a child and occasionally when it reran on Toon Disney, but I've just started getting into it again recently. I think Darkwing's a tiny bit out of character, but I figure even he's got his little introspective moments... which he then promptly ignores.
Now let's. Get. DANGEROUS!
Secret Identities
It was a slow night, so Darkwing had decided to follow the time honored superhero tradition of sitting on a rooftop and brooding.
So far all he had gotten out of it was a sore fanny. But he would persist nonetheless, instead of doing the sensible thing and heading home.
Besides, it wasn't like Drake Mallard, his secret identity, was going needed to be at the moment. Or ever, for that matter.
Why do superheroes have secret identites anyway? Is it to protect their loved ones? Or because they don't want to be associated with their geeky selves?
Darkwing clutched his forehead. His thoughts were getting a little too close to home.
"I have GOT to stop accidently inhaling my own smokebombs."