Chapter 3! This is definitely one of my favorite chapters! Alot of what happens here was also written by my best friend and co-author, MistyLilyValley! Hope you all enjoy it!
Chapter 3:
The next day, Chase got up and dressed in her usual, a blue and black plaid shirt over a blue T-shirt, denim jeans and blue and black converse. Grabbing her bag, she walked into the kitchen to find Amelia fixing the kids breakfast, who were sitting at the table.
"Got time for breakfast this morning?" Amelia asked. Chase shook her head.
"Afraid not. The editor wanted to see me this morning. Something about a breaking story."
"What do you do again?" Skye asked.
"I'm a journalist. I write stories for the paper." Chase grabbed her keys and ran out the door. "I'll see you later!" She stopped, ran back inside and kissed Skye on the head. "Be good for Amelia today." Then off she went.
She went through her day just like any other. The editor, it turned out, wanted her to write some big story on Darkwing Duck and Twilight Drake. That was something she'd have to do as Twilight, if she ran into Darkwing that night during her patrol.
She picked up some groceries on the way home. Amelia loved cooking, which was still something that Chase struggled with. As she walked into the apartment, she saw and heard two things: one was Skye and Jordan sitting in the living room watching as the news covered the explosion of Chase's house. The other thing was Amelia yelling into the phone at her husband, a man who never seemed to be around at all. When she mentioned Duckburg, Chase could only guess what was wrong.
As she sat and listened to the news, knowing that Amelia would talk to her about the conundrum later, she could hear snippets of what sounded like who was behind it. Looking at Skye, she could see the smaller girl beginning to shake in obvious fear. Chase grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
"Hey!" Skye exclaimed.
"You don't need to be watching too much of that nonsense! Too much bad news can rot you from the inside out if you're not careful!" Chase said, crossing her arms.
"But aren't you mad at the people who did this to you?" Skye asked.
"Of course she is, she just doesn't say it!" Jordan exclaimed.
Chase chuckled and turned the TV back on, turning it to a cartoon instead, before she stood and walked into the kitchen, pulling herself up on the counter next to Amelia. "So what was all the yelling about?"
"David just said that he won't get to come home for a while," Chase heard her friend say as she sighed in disappointment. "Jordan had plans with his Dad to go see the Rallying Hawks this weekend at the expedition, but he's not going to be able to go now. He was really looking forward to spending some time with him, too."
Looking up, Chase noticed the hidden tear streaks that flowed down her godson's cheek as he received an elbow from Skye as they both laughed at the show Chase had turned on for them to watch.
"How about I take the kids to the game?" Chase asked.
"Oh, I don't want to trouble you."
"Trouble? Taking my niece and godson to a baseball game without worrying about some crazy villain taking over St. Canard?" Chase asked, feigning shock. She grinned. "Darkwing can handle things on his own until I can get out later tonight."
"Just don't exhaust yourself." Amelia said. "Remember what happened last time?"
Chase blushed. "Hey! They had put that building in a stupid place anyways!"
"What happened?" Skye asked, having heard her aunt's yell and amused to hear this story.
"Oh, there was this crazy fan that wanted Duckson Webber, the team's star pitcher, to sign his tin bat, and ... Well, long story short, instead of signing his name, he tripped on his foot, sent the other tumbling, and the tin bat was launched feather-over-crowd towards the starting gate. Aunt Chase had just got done getting our popcorn and the bat came soaring over at us from home plate!"
"What happened?" Skye said, on the edge of her seat.
"It missed us!" Jordan said, seeing the smirk start to form on her face. "But ..."
"Don't you dare finish!" Chase snapped as he burst out laughing.
"Come on, what happened?" Skye asked.
"The bat ended up in front of her and she tripped over it! Popcorn spilled everywhere and Aunt Chase tumbled head over heel into the concession stand!" Jordan exclaimed, both children bursting into laughter while Chase glared at her godson.
"That isn't going to happen this time, kids." Chase said. The kids only shared a look and burst out laughing once again, leaving the Scottish duck steaming. Amelia only shook her head, deciding to go ahead and start dinner.
After dinner, Chase herded the kids into her car and began driving to the baseball field. As she drove, she looked around at the different buildings in the city. She was still on the hunt for a hideout to keep her gadgets, especially now when she had to worry about Skye finding them. She didn't need her niece discovering who she was.
Chase was honestly surprised that a game would be this late, but St. Canard was not known for being normal. The Rallying Hawks were up against the Vultures, a vicious team from an even more vicious city. As the game went on, Chase kept looking at Skye. The ten year old seemed to be in better spirits, especially with Jordan helping distract her. Chase smiled and turned her attention back to the game, where the Hawks had just pulled a narrow victory over the Vultures' heads.
Seeing how late it was, Chase took the kids home. She and Skye were surprised when they saw the guest room had been completely changed. On the far side, there was a new dresser for Skye's clothes and things and a new bunk bed with a place underneath for a desk, and on the nearest side closest to the small closet where Chase was sure Amelia knew she kept her stuff, she found that the guest bed was moved a bit more to the side and was against a curtain that turns the room into a area for both her and Skye. All in all, both Chase and Skye had their privacy and there was plenty of space for Chase to get out and do her crime fighting.
After kissing Skye goodnight, Chase got dressed for her nightly job. Twilight Drake wore mostly dark colored clothes which consisted of a black jacket with a blue T over a dark green top with a dark teal collar and forearm length sleeves, black cargo pants, black boots with dark green soles, dark teal gloves, dark blue cape with royal blue inside, dark blue fedora with a royal blue underwelt, and dark blue mask. Her bangs were swept up out of her face and her hair was out of its usual ponytail. All in all, she wasn't easily spotted by her enemies.
Stealthily she made her way through the city. Earlier that evening during her drive with the kids, Twilight has located what she hoped would become the perfect hideout: an old clock tower. It didn't work anymore, but nobody in the city wanted to see it gone. If it was all clear, a few little modifications would make it the perfect hideout for Twilight Drake, as long as nobody else could access it.
She stayed out all night setting up her new hideout, including moving things from her, luckily unscathed, hideout under the ruins of her old house to the new hideout. By the time she was even close to being done, the sun had started peeling through the buildings.
I've had the location of the hideout thought of for quite a while. i just needed to figure out how to get it there. Please review and let me know what you thought!
