Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing Duck (but I would buy him if I could).
Chapter 1: Quiverwing
Honker Muddlefoot was on edge. Both physically and mentally. Lying low near the edge of a St. Canard rooftop, he kept a sharp eye on what little activity there was on the street below him, while unsuccessfully trying to find a position which allowed him to both weather the stake out in comfort and keep his bow close by and ready. The rain was coming down harder now, easily soaking through his costume and adding to his discomfort.
Overall, not a good night.
But definitely not the worst he'd seen these past twenty years. It's the same story countless St. Canard citizens have told their kids. The story of how, almost overnight, a celebrated hero become worse than the villains he put behind bars (or more recently in the electric chair). Of course, they didn't know the full story. How the one thing he truly cared for in this world was suddenly gone one day, without any sort of explanation at all. Depression turning to determination and finally violent obsession. Honker had watched a once shady but free city change for the worst, and had found himself forced to change with it. So all things considered, the last few months had been pretty good. He shuddered to think that he was actually getting used to DarkWarrior's dictatorship. A pair of curfew breakers on the street below caught his attention, bringing him back to reality. Perfect. Maybe he wouldn't have to use the stupid bow after all.
"Alright, we're set" he said into his communicator, sitting up slightly. "Does everyone remember the plan?"
"Well, I don't know why we wouldn't, Quiverwing," he heard someone say through the static. "It's only the same plan we use every time."
Honker Muddlefoot, Quiverwing Quack, sighed. He was many things, but a leader definitely was not one of them.