Sorry this chapter took so long to get up. It's been hectic on this end with finals and working extended hours. But now that college is out for the summer, HOPEFULLY this will come along at a better pace. As usual, I don't own any of the original Darkwing Duck characters, they are copyright by Disney, and this was written without profit. Thanks for your reviews!

Darkwing burst out of the police station in a furious rage, Morgana following closely on his heels. Luckily for him, she had heard about what happened and rushed down to the station immediately to pick up the hero. But Darkwing, on the other hand, was not at all happy about being accused of a crime and thrown into a jail cell with four felons. HIM, Darkwing Duck, of all people! Being convicted!

"Dark, Darling! This is ridiculous!" Morgana fumed as the couple stopped at the bottom of the steps leading to the station's front doors. "We should do something about this! They can't charge you for a crime!"

"Just forget it, Morg," Darkwing insisted exasperatedly and shook his head. But then his eyes caught sight of two figured conversing across the street. Squinting his eyes, he made out the two shadowy figures to be Megavolt and Quackerjack. The two villains remained at the mouth of the alley across the street, every few minutes shifting their gaze to the hero. The other four felons had surprisingly been released without any hard proof of any of them hijacking the truck of stolen gun parts.

"Absolutely not!" Morgana snapped back, placing her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes defiantly. "I'm going to review my spell books as soon as I get home and release a hex on those incompetent officers who thought they could get away with accusing you for a crime!"

Instead of answering her again, Darkwing looked to his right and caught sight of Liquidator tapping into a fire hydrant on the street corner to make his getaway into the sewer. The watery villain lifted his head and made direct eye contact with Darkwing, who stared right back at him coldly.

"Morgana, please. I really don't want to discuss this right now," Darkwing sighed and shook his head. The night's events had left him frustrated and exhausted. "For all we know, those so-called cops back inside are just trying to look for an excuse to ruin my image in St. Canard. The city's authorities have always had something against me and always saw me as a clown in a mask and cape. Dragging those four other felonious felons into the matter was just to make it more believable. They're going to keep 'investigating' this 'case' until they find something they can pin me with…" he explained, then paused before adding distantly in a quiet voice, "And they just might succeed in that…"

Morgana hadn't caught the last part of Darkwing's sentence and sighed as she placed her hand comfortingly on Darkwing's shoulder. "Don't give up on me, Drake. I love you…"

"They tried to ruin me tonight…" Darkwing added, not taking notice of Morgana's gesture.

But Morgana noticed Darkwing's sudden mood and furrowed her brow in concern. She squeezed her hand tighter over his shoulder. "Drake, did you hear me? I love you."

Darkwing finally snapped out of his distant state of mind and blinked at Morgana with a perplexed expression. But he glanced past her as he watched Draco exit from the police station and limped down the stairs on his lame foot. He passed Darkwing an acknowledging glance as he continued to the base of the stairs and stepped onto the sidewalk, continuing to stagger down the sidewalk. But then he stopped by a news stand and pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket, placing the cigarette in his bill and lighting it with the lighter.

"Let's just go to my place. We'll worry about this tomorrow," Morgana proposed, once again interrupting Darkwing's thoughts.

Instead of replying right away, Darkwing stared back at Draco and then past glances to Liquidator, Quackerjack, and Megavolt one by one. Finally, he looked at Morgana again. "Huh?"

"Come home with me, Dark. Please?" Morgana practically begged. She noticed Darkwing's stare seeming to be somewhere else and following the direction of his eyes. She caught glimpse of the four villains and finally realized what was going on. Morgana glared in their direction and gave Darkwing's arm a gentle tug. "Come with me, Drake."

Reluctantly, Darkwing nodded absently and began to move away in the opposite direction with Morgana. "Alright."

As the two made their exit, Draco looked to Megavolt, Quackerjack, and Liquidator from where he stood, who all glanced back at him. There was a long moment of unspoken understanding before Megavolt nodded. The four sets of eyes turned and watched as Darkwing and Morgana disappeared down the sidewalk.

Draco hesitantly walked up the stairs onto the porch of the old, gothic mansion of Morgana McCawber. He stopped in front of the door and paused once again, nervously tugging at the collar of his leather jacket. After gathering some information about Morgana, Draco managed to track down her living quarters. But he wasn't there to see Miorgana; Draco had come to confront Darkwing and deduced that where Morgana was, he would surely find the hero.

The one-eyed mallard took a deep breath before hesitantly knocking three times. He was silently hoping that no one would answer. After several seconds, he began to turn and make his leave, relieved to be able to get away from the creepy manor. But his hopes were dashed as he heard the echoing creak of the old, heavy door opening. When Draco turned around, he came face-to-face with Darkwing; and the masked hero was not very happy to see this visitor.

"What the..? You??" Darkwing snarled. Before Draco had a chance to answer, Darkwing had reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders of his jacket and yanked him inside. Draco let out a grunt of discomfort as he was pinned against the wall by the raging vigilante, his eyes going wide as he was forced to stare into the angry gaze.

"What are you doing here??" Darkwing demanded as he kicked the door closed with his foot behind them. "How did you find me??"

"Considering who your girlfriend is and this is the only haunted mansion in town? It wasn't that difficult, "Draco answer bluntly. His eyes glanced past Darkwing as if searching for something. "Is she here?"

Darkwing narrowed his eyes impatiently at Draco and answered in a low tone, "She's out of town for a while. I'm just making sure the place doesn't get vandalized again. Now answer my first question: what are you doing here??" he demanded again as he gave Draco a rough shove against the wall to intimidate him.

"I wanted to talk to you. The other guys…" Draco began to explain, referring to Liquidator, Megavolt, and Quackerjack. But he was cut short when Darkwing interrupted him.

"I did a favor by standing up for you last night, but don't think that means we're friends!" Darkwing snapped. But sensing that he was losing his temper and jumping to conclusions, he took a deep breath and exhaled before continuing. "I'm sorry, but I've got other things that I need to…"

"They're going to pull a job. Three million dollars and maybe more."

Darkwing's eyes widened. He was speechless as he slowly let go of Draco and took a step back from him.

"They sent me to offer you a cut because they knew you'd fire off at them right away before they could get a word in," Draco continued, straightening his jacket after Darkwing let him go. "We could use a fifth man, a driver, that's all you'd have to do."

Darkwing remained silent for a long moment before suddenly erupting into maniacal laughter, nearly doubling over and clutching his sides. "Ha! That's a good one! What makes you…VILLAINS think that I'd help you pull a crime??" he asked with an amused grin on his bill as if anxious to hear his answer. "If anything, I'd be STOPPING you four foul felons!"

"They're going to hit the taxi service, St. Canard's Taxi Service as payback for the line-up," Draco answered with a somewhat annoyed tone in his voice.

At hearing this, Darkwing stared firmly at Draco for a long moment as if analyzing every feature in his face, waiting for any sign of faltering that would signify he was lying. "That's not true, they don't operate anymore."

St. Canard's Taxi Service was actually a corrupt string of cops running illegal operations. The Liquidator was notorious for tapping in on such classified cases but this was a scandal that Darkwing had also known about. He had tried to bring it up to the Chief of police years ago but of course no one would believe him. And now it was thought that the operations had ended barely a year ago.

"Megavolt heard word on the streets of an operation happening the day after tomorrow. Liquidator was able to confirm it when he followed the suspected cops involved into the police station through the water pipes. They're also aprt of the precint that dragged us in for that false line-up! He heard them discussing a job that involved picking up a drug dealer from South America."

"No way!" Darkwing barked in response to the offer just as he grabbed Draco by the scruff of his jacket and began to shove him towards the door.

In response, Draco intentionally attempted to drag his feet. "You have to come!"

"What's with you?? What does it matter to YOU whether I come or not??" Darkwing asked as he momentarily ceased shoving Draco to ask. "I want vengeance on the precinct as much as you do, but I'm Darkwing Duck! The terror that flaps in the night! The daring duck of mystery! The mighty masked mallard of…!"

"They won't take me unless you go!" Draco hastily interrupted, knowing that Darkwing could easily go on for hours with his egotistical ranting. "They don't know me, at least you do in SOME sense! And look at me, I need this!"

Darkwing raised an eyebrow at him. He let out a scoff and once again tried to push him towards the door. "Tough break."

"Don't tell me that you couldn't use this, too!" Draco accused, glowering over his shoulder at Darkwing as he grabbed onto the edges of the doorframe with his hands, refusing to budge. "I doubt the espionage pay suffices for you and your daughter! And you know that those cops are never going to stop hunting you until they ruin your image! We can hit the cops where it hurts with this."

The hero stopped trying to push Draco out the door and remained silent, thinking deeply. Every word the criminal said had made perfect sense.

"It doesn't matter how many crimes you stop or how many good deeds you commit; they're never going to stop," Draco reiterated calmly, noticing Darkwing's calmer and wonderful expression. "Think about what will happen if they DO succeed. What will happen to you, what will happen to Morgana, what will happen to your daughter?"

Darkwing perked his head up and stared at Draco blankly. As if understanding, Draco scoffed and explained, "Yeah, I know about that daughter of yours. The red-headed one? I have no intention of harming her nor do the others if that's what you're thinking. But those cops may hurt you AND her, and I don't mean physically…"

Finally, Darkwing completely let go of Draco, who immediately turned around to face him. Darkwing turned away and retreated a few steps back inside. An awkward silence filled the entire dark house as the hero pondered making one of the most difficult decision he'd ever have to make.

"How are they going to do it?" Darkwing suddenly asked in a soft, regretful voice as he looked up at Draco.

"Megavolt wanted to go in full-force, which means there would be a chaos of super powers and lots of casualties. I said no way."

"What about the other two?" Darkwing added.

"They're both still pretty pissed off about the line-up thing since they were actually innocent for once," Draco replied with a slight smirk, also calming his tone to match Darkwing's. "I have a way to do it without killing anybody. But like I said, they won't let me in without you."

Darkwing nodded to suggest that he was comprehending the whole idea. "You said it was three million?"

"Maybe more."

"And…NO killing?" the hero asked to affirm the most important element in the plan to him.

"Not if we do it my way…" Draco reassured, smiling to himself. He got him.