AN: First attempt to write anything longer than one chapter when it comes to fanfiction. Also first shot at writing DWD fanfiction. So I'd appreciate advice on how to improve this fic. Unless you find it to be completely perfect, that would also be acceptable.

Comment on my category; I'm hoping this will be a sort of "demented romance", sadly does not have "demented romance" listed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing Duck or anything related. It all belongs to Disney.

My kingdom, my kingdom for a dark and stormy night. There was never one around when you needed it the most, Megavolt thought wryly. Sabotaging St Canard's largest power plant was just not the same thing without the dark and stormy night. He even didn't feel like giggling madly or anything.

And as if things weren't bad enough, blue smoke started billowing out of a corner.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night…I am the smudge upon the canvas of crime…I am Darkwing Duck!", after the masked mallard finished his regular speech, he hauled out his trusty gas gun and aimed it at Megavolt, "Surrender or suck gas, evil-doer."

Somehow all this felt oddly familiar.

"Never, Dipwing Dork. This time I won't fail. In my hand I have a…uh…", Megavolt stared at the object in his hand, "This is…a…a…thing…which I will use to um…what was it again?"

The vigilante stared at his adversary in silence for a moment. Finally, Darkwing got tired of watching the super powered villain talk to himself.

"How about taking control of St Canard's power supply, forcing everyone to bow to you? Does that sound like plausible plan?", Darkwing suggested.

"Uh yeah, I guess so. And now! Now I will use my power controller thingamajig and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Darkwing leaned against a wall, "You do realise that's a toaster you're holding?", sometimes fighting crime was all too easy.

"Whoa…if this is the toaster that explains why my breakfast exploded.", and without further ado, Megavolt hurled the toaster at his enemy and made a dash for the door. When opening the door he was met by a somewhat shabby janitor's closet.

"Wrong door.", he turned around, only to find Darkwing Duck blocking the only exit. "Ha! You think blocking a silly door will stop Megavolt?", remaking an old mistake, Megavolt forgot which floor he was on and jumped out the window. "Oh fu…", was the last thing Darkwing heard his foe utter.

"How come he always does that? I mean, this is the fifth time this month he broke into this power plant.", the masked mallard wondered.

The ground, Megavolt learned, is a very hard thing to land on. And organs don't shield you from the impact. Crawling away, he tried to see if all his organs were still accounted for. They all seemed to be there. Except the spleen perhaps, but the thing with spleens are that you can never really trust them.

It had been Megavolt's belief that spleens were the most devious of all organs for as long as he could remember. Of course, he couldn't remember much for a very long time.

Experiencing some luck for the first time that night, Megavolt noticed that Darkwing Duck had not followed. Although that did feel like a let down.

"Like my plans aren't even important enough to foil. Well, I'll show him and everyone else that my plans are the craftiest plans in history. I'll show them, I'll show them all!", Megavolt muttered as he got into his car, and this time he actually managed a demented cackle.

Once he managed to remember the way home, Megavolt returned to the lighthouse. He was, as always, greeted by the friendly glow from all his liberated light bulb comrades. They offered some consolation. Yet this night, the lighthouse seemed eerily quiet. Placing some newly freed light bulbs, which he'd found at the power plant, Megavolt carefully listened to the silence.

"Quackerjack…", he said, "I know you're here.", Megavolt didn't even bother to look up when the crazed jester emerged from the shadows.

"Oh phooey, how did you know I was here?", Quackerjack asked, and threw himself onto the scruffy couch, causing the furniture to creak alarmingly.

"The light bulbs.", Megavolt answered, "I think you freak them out."

Quackerjack blew a raspberry, "Are they still mad at me? I only broke one."

"Five. You broke five light bulbs and wrecked the TV."

"The TV deserved it.", Quackerjack defended himself, "I hate game shows. And so does Mr Banana Brain.", the clown waggled the aforementioned doll, "Sure do, Stu!", he giggled intensely for a moment.

Megavolt glared at his partner in crime, "Why are you here anyway? Can't you see I'm busy."

"My goodness me. Aren't we cantankerous?"

"I'm…what?"

Quackerjack giggled, "Why don't we hit the town? Let's go and make something explode.", he glanced around, "But by the looks of it, you've done some exploding yourself."

"That's my breakfast.", mumbled Megavolt.

Another giggle and this one was starting to grate on Megavolt's nerves.

"Don't you mean it used to be breakfast?", asked the quite mad toymaker, "I'd say it's now more of a very ugly tapestry.", the last comment forced Quackerjack to take cover behind the couch, "Hey, watch where you zap!"

"Did you come here just to insult me?", Megavolt growled, his helmet flashed dangerously.

Quackerjack flip flopped across the room, then finally landed in front of Megavolt. "Now, Megsy.", he said while a feathery hand trailed a pattern across the other villain's chest, "I didn't come here just for that."

Megavolt contemplated frying Quackerjack, he wasn't in the most jovial mood this night. In the end he let the mischief-maker put his arms around his shoulders. An unyielding beak nipped along his neck, making him shudder both from pleasure and bit from anxiety of having Quackerjack's teeth so close to his jugular.

"You see," continued Quackerjack, "I have the most wondrous idea."

A great rule to have with you in life is to never trust anyone claiming to have the 'most wondrous' idea. It could be compared to the statement; 'No really, drinking this mix of household cleaners and industrial adhesives can't be all that dangerous.'

"Well, gentlemen:", Negaduck said, spitting out the words as if wasting time talking disgusted him greatly. "We've all been defeated by Darkwing Dork, but I believe that together we can crush him like the pesky insect he is.", the grin became wider and as one person, the other super villains unconsciously created a bigger room between themselves and the psychotic mallard

"What do you say?"

It was definitely clear 'no' wouldn't be accepted as an answer, unless you wanted get intimate with the chainsaw.

And so the Fearsome Five had been formed. Through threats and violence. How else could a super villain group be formed?

Not with promises of a better world, that's for sure.

Although, one of the villainous villains was in the market for promised lands.

"And you see, this brand has special kind of glass that reduces the chances of the bulb breaking. I think it's murder sending bulbs out with proper glass protection. Murder I tell ya!", Megavolt muttered to Bushroot who looked more uneasy by the minute.

"You don't say…", Bushroot said carefully.

"And now, I'll finally be able to free them all.", Megavolt giggled at the mere thought of all those light bulbs. Free at last!

"Uh-huh…", Bushroot was beginning to suspect the whole Fearsome Five consisted of lunatics. The kind that didn't even need a full moon…

Bushroot was almost about to excuse himself with something in the line of 'Sorry, I think I left my greenhouse on' when Negaduck called for their attention.

"Listen up. If we're going to take St Canard, there are a few things that need to be taken care off. Bushroot, Liquidator, you two will take out the police."

The plant duck and the former salesman glanced at each other.

"Uh…how are we supposed to do that?", Bushroot dared to ask.

"I don't care how.", hissed Negaduck, "But when you're done I don't want to see a single blue boy around. Or else…"

Negaduck was perhaps one of the few people who could actually use the threat 'or else…' and actually make it sound frightening.

"What about me?", inquired Megavolt, absentmindedly letting a spark fly between his outstretched fingers. Quackerjack was staring at the electricity like a moth would stare at a porch light.

"Yeah…what about me? I want to do something…fun!", Quackerjack said, tearing his eyes away from Megavolt's play with sparks.

Placing a strange device on the table with a heavy thud.

"What is it?", wondered Quackerjack.

"This is an electro slave device."

"Oh…well, obviously.", muttered the clown and rolled his eyes.

If looks could kill, there would have been one dead duck.

Still sore from the beating he'd received from Negaduck, Quackerjack glanced at the main doors to the power plant and then at his partner. "These doors look pretty tough.", he said, with a broad smile, "I guess this means it's 'boom, boom' time.", for some reason the explosives were shaped like something that once could have been a mutilated Whiffle Boy doll. Now it was a horribly, horribly mutilated Whiffle Boy doll.

"Or…we could do this.", Megavolt placed his hand on the control panel for the door, it made a scratchy sound and exploded. The door clicked, announcing that somehow Megavolt managed to open it.

"They've got them installed at every power plant nowadays. So simple and crude.", Megavolt said.

"I guess we could do that…but 'boom, boom' is time so much more entertaining." Quackerjack's sulk didn't last long as he spotted a couple of workers. "It's playtime!"

The mad toymaker flung himself forward, bouncing up and down, and from wall to wall. He made history of every guard or innocent worker in his way. But in a zany sort of way.

Megavolt winced at sight of a security guard whose head had been slammed into a computer screen. "Uh, Quackerjack perhaps you should let me handle things from now on. You're damaging the equipment more than anything else.", he looked around. Where was that nutter now?

A man, screeching wildly ran past him, on his shoulder was a pair of oversized novelty teeth.

"Um…that definitely takes the price as the weirdest thing I've seen today."

A shrill cackle caught Megavolt's attention. Quackerjack came bouncing down the hall with a little group of novelty teeth hopping around his feet.

"On second thought, it seems we have a new winner.", Megavolt said under his breath.

"Ohohohoho! All this tomfoolery makes me so excited!", Quackerjack was nearly bubbling over with said excitement. He leered at Megavolt, "You could even go so far saying that it makes me really, really excited, Megsy."

Megsy? Well, it was better thank Sparky at least.

"I can see that.", answered Megavolt, " Come on…Quacky, follow me. We've got to get this thing installed or else Negaduck are going to use us as decorative bird bath."

A nearby machine that probably served as kind of vital part in the power plant spontaneously combusted. "And try not to wreck anything. We want the power plant to remain functioning. If it goes out…all those defenceless bulbs…all alone in the dark."

Megavolt shuddered at the thought. Being the sole defender of luminaries was a lonely calling.

And then Quackerjack's hands were just everywhere. The electric rodent yelped as he was pinned against a wall, mostly because something was digging painfully into his back. Yet, that minor pain was forgotten once Quackerjack used his beak to harshly kiss him.

Perhaps that hadn't been the smartest move since Megavolt had just charged himself before going out to commit some felonies.

The electric current made the jester burry his fingers in Megavolt's shoulder, press his knee into the other's hipbone. All the while clinging onto the rodent, never letting go as the voltage ran through his body.

When the kiss ended, Quackerjack was almost sizzling.

"That was…", he grinned, "…shocking…"

Megavolt bit his lip, it was still wet from Quackerjack's attention. Not an entirely unpleasant sensation. "I'm getting sick of all the word plays.", Megavolt said, in lack of having anything better to say.

"But you use them all the time.", Quackerjack pointed out.

"Oh…eh, that's completely different.", muttered Megavolt, feeling a bit anxious. This was not exactly what he had expected from this mission.

"But never mind that, we should- oooohhhh…", Megavolt's hand gripped at Quackerjack's jester outfit, pulling the other one closer.

"You were saying?", wondered Quackerjack, voice low and husky. Megavolt just moaned into his beak.

Yet there was something jumping around in his mind, calling for his attention. Megavolt dismissed it. But it kept on nagging. Something about a chainsaw…

Something about…darn, it was hard to think. Especially when Quackerjack was doing that…and that…not to mention the thing with his tongue.

It was over so soon. As fast as it had begun. The leering duck had been replaced with just a grinning duck. A grin with a tinge of sadism, Megavolt thought.

Mr Banana Brain was held high, and he declared, with a voice that sounded almost like Quackerjack's own voice; "Let's go, Joe."

Megavolt fidgeted, not even after he singed a pair of guards could he put his tattered nerves at ease. Quackerjack acted as if nothing had ever happened. And in his little world, that could probably be the case.

Megavolt didn't understand what the hell just occurred. He didn't like things he couldn't understand. He liked things that could be taken apart, studied, put together, and after this procedure there was never any doubt.

What he couldn't understand was crazed toymakers, who in one second could be tugging at your clothes and in the next, skipping merrily while singing folk tunes.

Folk tunes which where impossible to get out of your head.

"What a loony.", Megavolt said to nearby lamp. Placing the electro slave device on the floor, he leaned forward, examined some wires and then buried his hands in them. In just a matter of seconds, Megavolt managed to plunge the entire city of St Canard into darkness. Behind him somewhere, Megavolt could hear Quackerjack snort, "Oh good one, Megs. Now we can't see."

"I hate this.", muttered Megavolt to no one in particular, "I hate darkness. It should be light, you should be able to see.", he zapped one of the lamps in the ceiling back to life.

"Well, now you'll have me waiting for you in the darkness.", Quackerjack said. Megavolt looked up. His counterpart was nowhere in sight.

'You'll have me waiting for you in the darkness'…was that supposed to make him feel relieved or freak him out?

Shrugging it off, Megavolt put on a pair of extra goggles over his regular ones. One could never be too careful when welding.

"Ah, I love the smell of voltage in the evening."

"I am the terror that flaps in the night!"

Oh great…

When they arrived back at the Fearsome Five's headquarters, Megavolt's anger

concerning the little practical joke Quackerjack pulled on him was long gone. It was hard to be mad at someone after giving them the shock of their life.

"Did you see the look on her face?", Quackerjack seemed to have trouble controlling his fits of laughter, "Pudding!", he panted and leaned against a wall, his body was shaking with glee and giggles.

It had definitely, without a doubt, one of the more amusing fights with Darkwing Duck Megavolt had experienced. At least he thought it was the most amusing one yet, he didn't really keep a record of all the previous battles.

"We certainly are a great team, Megsy.", Quackerjack said, "You could even say we're an electrifying team.", this sent the clown into a new fit of uncountable cackling, "Get it! Electrifying!"

Megavolt rolled his eyes, "I got it the first time, because I was the one who said it."

The statement seemed to calm Quackerjack down, "Oh hey, you did. I guess you're not such a bore after all."

"…thank you?"

Something that could be described as a demented seriousness passed over the pair. Megavolt knew there would be trouble. Quackerjack wasn't one of St Canard's healthiest citizens. Even Megavolt could see that, and he had a battery strapped to his back.

Those white feathery hands, stained with someone else's blood, gripped Megavolt's arms.

He shivered.

Although, he had been feeling a bit lonely lately.

Still, after all this time. Megavolt wasn't sure why Quackerjack did the things he did. But during the rare moments, when his mind was coherent and clear, Megavolt mused that Quackerjack's reason for being heedless was entirely different from his own reason. Megavolt's reason for living for the moment was, well, he couldn't do anything else. Quackerjack on the other hand simply didn't care about consequences.

First chapter. There will be more…I hope. At least I will have more time to write now. No more school to worry about.