All characters belong to Disney. Except the villains kids and Morgana's and Darkwing's kid. They were created by me. Along with some new heroes and villains. So enjoy the story!

Chapter 1: A Quivering Start (Part 1)

Once there was a duck, a very egotistical hero, but was a great fighter than what people gave him credit for. He dreamed of glory and fame but ended up learning that money and fame isn't everything but it still didn't stop him from chasing after it. And with a new family, he had many great adventures. This hero was… Darkwing Duck.

The masked hero had great adventures and traveled all over the world, fighting crime, but remained the city hero of St. Canard. But like great heroes, they all had to come to an end. And no. He wasn't killed, just retired. But the city wasn't left to the villains that plagued the city. Instead Darkwing had trained his adoptive daughter to take his place. Gosalyn Mallard was now the full time hero, Quiverwing Quack. And these are her adventures…

Gosalyn Mallard was in Darkwing's old tower, now hers. Her red hair in a pony tail, wearing a jersey and jeans as she had her best friend, her boyfriend, Honker, to update the computers to help them start crime. The young duck was hard as work as his girlfriend was training not too far from him.

"How much longer is it going to take Honk?" She asked, dodging the training robot.

"Just a few more minutes. We can go on patrol later."

The girl nodded and was about to land a Dragon kick to the robot when a girl wearing a black dress with a red sash, with her black hair in two pigtails popped up.

"Hi Gossie!" The girl beamed.

"Whoa!" Gosalyn cried out, as she lifted her leg higher to avoid hitting the girl and landed on her side, the wind getting knocked out of her. "Millie…"

Millie, Gosalyn's younger sister, the offspring of Darkwing and Morgana, looked at her older sister in worry.

"You okay Gosalyn?"

"Yea, fine. Just fine." She groaned.

Millie jumped off the robot and helped the older girl up.

"What are you doing here, Millie?"

"Daddy wanted to remind you about dinner."

"Of course." She muttered, dusting herself off. "So what are we having for dinner?"

"Monster food!" The Monster-Normal hybrid beamed as she started pulling on her older sister's arm to get out of the tower. "Bye Honker!"

Honker just shook his head watching his girlfriend and her little sister leave the room. He turned his attention to finish the updates on the computer. He never thought his life would turn into this. Living next to a superhero, becoming best friends with his daughter and end up dating her and also become a superhero team with here. How strange life can get.

On the other side of the city, a young female cow with brown hair and wearing a purple business suit was standing next to a window in her office. This young woman was Tara Bulba, the daughter of Taurus Bulba. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the town.

"Oh… that stupid Darkwing Duck! If he was still around, I would get revenge on that no good murderous hero playing duck!" she seethed.

Not far from the girl was a female sheep with wool-like hair and wearing a pink business suit. The girl nodded as she sat in the reclining chair. Her name was Haley. And she is Hammerhead Hannigan's daughter.

"Of course Tara but he's been out of the game since that battle with Negaduck and those two retired after it. I hear that you can find out Negaduck's secret identity is by his attitude and the limp that he's been walking with."

"What would I care about finding Negaduck's secret identity?" Tara asked.

"It was just a suggestion… and besides… it's not like you can go after his apprentice Quiverwing. After all, she's just as good as he is."

The crime lord heir stood there for a moment and smiled. Her friend/lackey had given her a terrific idea. If you can't go to your main object of desire, go with the next best thing. Her ears curled into make-shift horns as she rubbed her hooves together. Yes… perfect just perfect.

"Haley… you are genius."

"I am?" The sheep blinked, and quickly sat up, realizing that she should be taking credit for the plan. "I mean… I am! Think nothing of it TB. I am just full of ideas! Uh… what was my idea?"

"To go after his dimwitted apprentice, Quiverwing. That girl is nothing but a wild card. Heck, even Nightmare Duck is slightly more wild than she is. And that's only because Nightmare is Negaduck's daughter, and you know what happens if someone double crosses her."

Haley shuddered. The last person who ended up messing with Nightmare… well let's just say that their death was broadcasted all over the city. And she did it in a traditional Negaduck way, as painful, torturous and violently as possible.

"Yes… so… how are we going to trap Quiverwing?"

Tara went over to a vulture with slight graying feathers. She stroke the bird under it's chin. The vulture crooned at its young master's attention.

"I'm thinking about going after SHUSH's newest machine."

Haley gasped.

"TheFreezer 3000?"

"Yes… with that we will freeze St. Canard's money and take over the city. We will also Quiverwing Quack a server case of Hypothermia too. And if that doesn't work. We kill her."

Haley looked out at the Bulba heiress. They had been friends since they were little girls. Ever since Taurus Bulba had the encounter with Darkwing, the greatest crime lord went missing and came back as a cyborg and taken over the city for almost a year when Quackerwerks came into view. His daughter had never seen him since and vowed vengeance against the duck for having her father taken away and killed by the hero. Tara was ever as calculating and vicious has her father.

"Yes Tara. I'll go and get Port and Wine."

"Make sure you do," The new crime heiress replied. "And head towards the sky. They're transporting it by plane."

"Yes Tara." Haley replied, walking out.

"Actually, after you get the Freezer 3000, find Darkwing Duck and get the son of the inventor. I want you to hold the boy to get the code. And little Quiverwing will have to choice her life or Darkwing's."

Haley nodded and walked out, setting forth her mission.

Gosalyn Mallard was sitting at the dinner table with her family. The witch and mom, Morgana MacCawber, now Mallard, her father Drake Mallard, also known to the family as the legendary hero Darkwing duck and her little sister, Millie. Said family was eating a combination of Monster and Normal foods, due to Drake's sensitivity to Monster food.

"So any trouble going on?" Drake asked.

Even though he's been retired for the past three years, he still was concerned about the villains that still rein the city. He couldn't fight the superhero persona that he had taken years ago. And with the villains still roaming around, he was still on alert, even when he knows that he can't. He was well into his early sixties. He could still fight crime, but refused to since an accident that had happen with Negaduck three years ago.

"Everything's fine. No crime has been committed lately. Not since Negaduck had the Fearsome Five work at his airline company and Nightmare has taken her crimes back to the Negaverse." She told him.

"What about the other villains? And the Fearsome Four's offsprings?"

"Nothing really goes on. And the New Fearsome five is focusing on school right now, only doing light crimes like stealing lunch money."

"That's good then." Morgana spoke up, sitting the food down. "You can focus on other things. You can help me and Millie tomorrow. We're going to the Monster world to sign Millie up for school."

"It's going to be so cool!" Millie piped up. "I'm going to learn how to focus my magic just like mom!"

"Let's just hope that nothing terrible happens." Drake replied.

Morgana sent a glare at her husband, who smiled sheepishly and went back to his food. The witch shook her head and looked at Gosalyn.

"I'd be glad to come." The red-hair women replied.

"Yay!" Millie exclaimed. "You can tell me all the cool stuff that you did when you went to Mom's old school!"

Drake chuckled nervously, remembering how much trouble they had gone through when Gosalyn had taken a book from the Forbidden Library. He refused to let anyone speak about that incident after it happened. It still shook him to the core that he nearly had to spend all eternity with the demon Muddlefoots watching Pelican's Island. He still shuddered at the thought.

"I think we should save the stories for something that wouldn't bring up certain past events."

Morgana and Gosalyn looked at each other, knowing what he was talking about. With that they dropped the conversation. Once dinner was finished, Gosalyn, dressed in her costume, was sitting on top of the Darkwing Duck tower, looking over the city.

"Quiverwing Quack looks among her city. Watching for any villains that rise to create direction." She narrated to herself. "Now I know why dad does this. It beats out the loneliness, and it's fun!"

She looked out through the binoculars. Scanning the city for any trouble. As she continued to scoop out the city, she felt something hit the back of her head.

"Ow!"

She blinked when she saw an elderly vulture flying with a chest.

"I didn't think birds had hotel reservations down South…" she looked at it through her binoculars, "Though… I have this strange Déjà vu feeling that I know that vulture… I better follow it."

Getting on the Ratcatcher (pasted down to her from Darkwing), she proceeded to follow the elderly bird.

Port, Wine and Haley were in an airship as they followed the military airline transporting the device. They positioned the aircraft over the other. Above the plane, a rope came out and three figures climbed down and boarded the other. Standing in front of the door was two guards. Before they had time to react, a small silver orb came out. The two guards looked down.

"Hey what is tha-"

Smoke started to pour from the little ball and before long the two guards were knocked out. Port and Wine took the guards clothes and put them on to disguise themselves. Haley went over to the door and started to try and open it.

"H-Hey Haley, d-don't we l-look adorable i-in these m-military uniforms?" The small female ram, Wine, asked.

"Oh yea, a couple of real high efficient lieutenants," she stated sarcastically, then turning her attention to the door, with an elaborate keypad to monitor who was coming in and out. "Port, drag one of those guards over here. We're going to need a thumb and eye scan."

The lanky horse did as he was told, and dragged one of the unconscious men over. Lifting his thumb to the pad and then his eye, the door opened. Haley poked her head in the door and saw a large gray-ish blue machine with a large barrel that looked like an icicle.

"I hope this ice cream maker is worth all this." The sheep muttered.

She went over to the hatch and peeked out, looking around.

"Now where is that over-grown buzzard at?" She yelped in pain as said bird dropped a large case on top of her. "Why, you over-grown turkey! I out to pluck your feathers out and make you-!"

A hologram of Tara appeared out of a small blue cup that was around the condor's neck.

"Haley! Is the Freezer 3000 secured?"

"O-oh you bet boss! It's as snug as a pig in a blanket."

As Haley tried to position the large item, it latched onto the ship and started steering it.

Down below, Quiverwing had followed the bird and saw the two airships. She frowned when she saw a robe hanging from the one above it. No doubt that trouble was on the ship below. She silently thanked Honker for making the Ratcatcher able to transforms the wheels to hover wings as she took to the sky. Once she pulled next to the ship, she jumped off from her bike and managed to get on to the wing of the ship. She gulped as she looked down.

"And now I know why stuntmen get so nervous before a big jump…"

Swallowing her nervousness she made her way to get to the emergency hatch. Pulling the door open and climbing in, she looked around. Gripping the bow in her hand and positioning an arrow to get ready for unsuspecting danger, she made her rounds, carefully moving in the shadows. She moved past the pilot, who was getting a cup of coffee.

"Step aside, pilot dude,"

"Hey, you can't be in here! This is government official airline!"

"No worries! I'm just checking an unauthorized plane ticket purchase by a bird!"

When she moved to pull the next door open her suspicions of trouble were correct. She saw the two men tied up and the three villains. A horse and a small ram, or mountain sheep, dressed in the guards' uniforms and standing on each side of the door, along with a gray sheep wearing a light pink business suit.

"Why does that girl in pink remind me of Hammerhead Hannigan?" Quiverwing mused to herself. "Hannigan… That must be Haley Hannigan! And next to her must be Port and Wine! Hannigan used to work with Tauras Bulba! But Tauras Bulba is dead! Why are those three here? And who would've thought someone would've married those scumbags?"

She shook her head. She was having a feeling of déjà vu for some reason, but brushed it aside. She had to focus on the crime. Doing the famous smoke trick (courteously of Darkwing Duck), Quiverwing made herself be known.

"I am the arrow of justice that pierces the target of evil! I am the bow of defiance in the sports department of delinquency! I am Quiverwing Quack!" said hero came out of a puff of purple smoke. "Oh that is actually fun to do. I am so stealing that from dad, now that I'm going solo without him."

She yelped when the two fired the guns at her, that they were spinning in their hands earlier. They looked around to see if she was around and looked at each other.

"Is she dead? I hope she's dead. Do you think she's dead? I bet she's dead. Oh please let her be dead!" Wine rambled to her silent horse companion.

"Actually I am still quite alive!" The red-headed girl exclaimed, bonking them both on the head with her fists. "And you two can go a tango!"

Grabbing the sashes of the uniform, she pulled them off, causing the two to spin.

"I'll make sure the authorities get more than description," the pilot scowled as he held up a small rectangular object, pulling it apart to reveal a holographic screen, then snapping a picture of our heroine.

Quiverwing looked up when she heard the sound.

"Photos? Now? Well I'm all for taking pictures for fans, but now isn't really the time. But who am I to disappoint a fan?"

She currently seized her assault on Port and Wine to pose for the pilot.

"Make sure you get my good side."

The pilot was a bit taken back by the costumed female's embrace of getting her picture taken. But he decided not to voice the unusualness of the situation and continued to take pictures.

Haley growled as she saw what was happening.

"I think it's time for a drop landing!" she replied, ramming the red-headed heroine with her head.

Quiverwing yelped as she shot out of the plane. She scream as she started falling in the air. She scrambled to reach her bow and one of her arrows, but she was unable to get the right one. Her body twisted and her eyes widen as she drew closer to the ground.

"Honker, help!" The heroione cried for her sidekick.

Just as she was thirty feet from splatting onto the concrete before her, she was grabbed by her loyal friend. She let out a sigh of relief. A few more seconds and she wouldn't squashed like a bug! She looked at her husband and gave him a greatful smile.

"Thanks Ace."

"No problem QW. We better catch up to those villains be-"

"Look out!" Quiverwing exclaimed before the crashed into the electrical line poles.

They groaned as they dangled from the pole. So far, this case was not going as she expected. She muttered some foul words to herself. This was not her day.

Back in Tara's office, the brunette cow chuckled darkly as the machine was pushed into her office. She rubbed her hands manically together. Oh this was perfect! Step one of her evil plan was complete! Next was to get the code to activate and give that Quiverwing Quack a bad case of hypothermia!

"Here you are boss! One Popsicle Maker, just like your ordered!" The pink suited sheep told her bovine friend.

"Excellent! Now all we need is the code!"

"And how do we get it?"

Tara growled as she grabbed a hold of Haley's collar. "I would've already had the code if you fools hadn't screwed up and put a hit on him instead!"

"W-well get the code Tara! Don't you worry!" Haley exclaimed.

Tara released her and walked away. "Lucky for you. I know where his son is. And since those two were close, it shouldn't be a problem to squeeze it out of the brat."

She handed a photo to Haley. The sheep took a hold of it and looked at it. The pictured show a little boy duck, probably no more than nine or ten with brown shaggy hair, blue eyes and wearing a green jersey with a three on the front. The boy was being held up by an older duck, also with the same brown hair and wearing a blue button shirt and slacks. The sheep nodded.

"Don't worry boss. I'll stop by the orphange and pick him up."

"Make sure you do," Tara snapped as she turned her attention to the machine, "I will not let that quivering quack of hero get away for murdering my dad. They will pay."