Chapter 6: Discoveries

"Not quite Carolyn, you need to go a little bit higher on that last note. Listen, Nothing else but you." Drake played a few bars on the piano as he sang, "See how the last part has to be stressed before Derek starts his part?"

"Okay, let me see…" The 13 year old goose inhaled, "Nothing else but you."

"Bravissimo! Very good. Okay, let's start again at the beginning of the song." Drake started to play when all of a sudden a massive blast shook the building. A few loose pieces of plaster dust gently wafted off the ceiling. "Is everyone alright?" Drake asked.

"What was that?!" Alan Mousekewitz asked.

"I'm not sure, I'm going to check. Danny, you're in charge until I get back. Run the song without music, focus on blocking because we need to make sure we've got that down." Drake pointed at the Junior Director, who nodded in response. With that, he ran out the auditorium doors, hoping to see what was going on.

Halfway across the building Fenton was finishing explaining the task for the upcoming robotics meet when the room shook. Mercifully, nothing fell out of the chemistry cabinets-because the last thing we need is hazardous materials ending up on students. In a moment of panic he glanced around the room. "Todos están bien, is everyone okay?"

"Yeah, we're okay Mr. Crackshell-Cabrera." Julie Chickerman said, picking up her materials from the floor, "What do you think that was, anyway?"

"I'm not sure, I'll go check to see if anyone knows. Mrs. Pollosky, can you watch the kids for a few minutes?"

"Sure, just be careful, who knows what could've made a blast that big." She replied.

Fenton nodded as he opened the door to the hall, "I will."

***DT***

Of course it's a bank robbery with high-explosives, because apparently none of the criminals in this city understand subtlety. Drake clicked off the police scanner app on his phone and started for the staff parking lot. Not like I'm exactly subtle either, but I'm the hero, I'm supposed to be a bit flamboyant-it's good showmanship. He shoved open the doors out the back of the building and dashed through the rows of cars, he'd arrived late that morning and had been forced to park further away than normal, meaning he had to take an extra minute to find his car-because Tara keeps stealing the spot where I used to park. Frustrated, he held his keys up in the air, pressing the unlock button and hoping to hear a beep. There wasn't one.

"Damn it, come on…" He muttered as he held up his keys, clicking again. A moment later a second boom was heard. "Oh come on!" Great, now they definitely were into the vault, which meant way more hassle with the LEs when he was done doing all the hard work.

A third time he clicked and he heard a beep and saw the reflection of the taillights blinking on a nearby minivan. "Yes!"

He charged toward it, only to run into Fenton grabbing a duffle bag from his trunk. The two bounced off each other, Fenton dropping his bag and Drake bouncing backward, grabbing a nearby bumper to keep himself from falling entirely. Well, at least this time we didn't collide at top speed.

"Fenton, what are you doing out here?"

The scientist's beak snapped shut, Come on, think of something… "I, I…" He paused, "I have to grab some soldering irons from my trunk. Si, eso es, I forgot to bring them in earlier." He hastily patted the bag. His eyes narrowed slightly, "Why are you out here?"

Shit! All those improv classes must've been good for something, think!"Grabbing costumes. We're starting dress rehearsals next week and I figure it made sense to show the kids what they'd be wearing."

Fenton nodded.

"So, I'm gonna go grab those, then head back in…" Drake slowly backed away toward his car behind him.

"Yeah, me too." Fenton replied slowly, closing his trunk.

Drake slowly backed up to his car and opened the hatchback, grabbing a box. "Well, I've got to head back in." He gestured toward the building.

"Yeah, I'll be back in a minute." Fenton hoisted the duffel a little closer. He started hastily walking toward the building. Within a moment he'd disappeared into an alcove, not that Drake had seen, he was too busy donning his outfit behind his car to notice.

Nine minutes and three blocks later Darkwing Duck and Gizmoduck arrived at St. Canard Bank and Trust, the largest bank in . It was home to over 5,000 safe deposit boxes used by the wealthy and elite members of the city. Unfortunately quite a few of those boxes were currently being rooted through by people who weren't their owners.

"Hey! What are you doing here?!" Darkwing angrily whispered as Gizmoduck landed a few feet away from the vault entrance where he was hiding.

"I was in the area and figured I'd lend a helping hand."

"I can handle this on my own. It's just some Beagle Boys." DW scoffed.

"Well, either way, I'm here now."

"Fine, but we're in my city so we're doing it my way." DW retorted. "No need to activate any of your stupid gadgets, or throw pies at them."

"I'll have you know pies are a tactical tool in combat scenarios."

"Really? How many times have pies stopped you from getting shot at?" Darkwing rolled his eyes.

"None, but that isn't their point, it's-"

DW motioned to cut him off. "Look, I'll take Big Time and Bouncer. You get Burger."

Gizmoduck sighed, "Fine."

"On three. One, two, three!" Darkwing shouted, charging into the room.

Darkwing tossed out a small smoke capsule before landing behind it. "I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the quarter jammed into the coin-slot of the vending machine of evil! Beagle Boys! Surrender now, or face my wrath!"

"Ahem." Gizmoduck crossed his arms.

"Fine, and Gizmoduck's too." Darkwing added.

"Burger! Bouncer! Get 'em!" Big Time shouted as he emptied a final deposit box into a bag.

The two Beagle Boys charged toward the heroes. Darkwing quickly dodged Bouncer's fist, latching on and using the momentum to twist his arm around. With his left arm controlled DW started to pull it backward, hoping that he'd eventually cause enough pain that the thick-skulled Beagle Boy would try and move forward, giving him an opportunity to trip him. He did, and DW nimbly pressed the back of Bouncer's knee, causing him to buckle forward. Within a moment he was hog-tied, arms and legs restrained.

Meanwhile Gizmoduck was avoiding Burger's more nimble frame and rapid fire jabs. After a few moments of calculating the best option he shouted, "Abdominal attacker!" A series of arms sprung out from the torso of the suit, grabbing Burger's lanky arms and pulling him off the ground. While he tried to kick, he was restrained too far from the suit to do any damage.

"Alright Big Time, we've already got your brothers. Give up and we'll go easy on you." Darkwing said, turning toward the smallest Beagle Boy.

"Fine." Big Time pouted as he walked over, stooping his cap down to cover his face in shame.

As Drake was going to put on a pair of restraints the Beagle Boy revealed a knife he'd been hiding under his cap. Before the duck could react he was cut across the arm and Big Time was charging across the room toward the hole they'd blasted earlier, hoping his attack would allow him to escape.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" Drake shouted as he grabbed onto his arm, "When did they start using weapons?!"

Fenton was stunned. Darkwing's arm was already soaking through the sleeve of his shirt with blood. He quickly shot off a net cannon to restrain Big Time, who angrily muttered something indefensible, before going over to Darkwing.

"Santa mierda, I mean, holy shit…" He verbally backtracked; knowing that as far as the public knew Gizmoduck only spoke English. "Let me see it."

"I'm fine." Darkwing shooed him away, pressing the sleeve down onto his cut.

"No, you're not." Gizmoduck asserted, "I don't think it nicked anything major, but that's still a lot of blood. We need to make sure you're alright."

Darkwing begrudgingly rolled up his sleeve. There was a jagged J-shaped cut in the middle of his arm; his feathers had been brushed aside showing the raw flesh underneath.

Fenton's brow raised under his suit. "You're lucky my aunt's a nurse. That's a big cut; not big enough to need a tourniquet, but still big. We need to pack that with hemostatic gauze, now." He produced some from his chest's trauma kit. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch, I suggest grabbing onto something."

Drake knew what it felt like to have gauze jammed into his arm; he'd had to do it to himself on occasion. That didn't make it any easier. He growled and clenched tightly onto Gizmoduck's tire as over a yard of the stuff was put in. After a minute the wound was packed and wrapped and the blood had stopped flowing quite as freely.

"Thanks." Drake said, looking up at Gizmoduck, "Why'd you help me? I've been a real jerk to you every time we met; I figured you hated me too."

"Because you needed it." He paused, "Wait, you hate me?"

Darkwing rolled his eyes, "I used to, but not anymore. You're a total goody-goody who is way too into tech, but I guess you're okay."

"Well I'm glad the guy whose life I just saved is okay with me." A siren indicated that emergency services were arriving. "You're gonna need stitches for that. Want me to stick around and make sure everything's okay?"

"Nah, I'll get it taken care of, you can tell the LEs what happened and make sure these three don't go anywhere." Drake gestured to the tied up Beagle Boys.

"Alright. Take care of yourself Darkwing."

"You too, Gizmoduck."

***DT***

By the time everything was taken care of it was almost the end of extracurriculars. Fenton flew back to the school and took off his suit, dashing back inside.

"Sorry it took so long, everyone seemed to have a different story." He lied, "I think it was the Beagle Boys robbing a bank, I saw Gizmoduck and Darkwing both heading over toward the Bank and Trust."

"No worries." Mrs. Pollosky said gesturing to the students. "Everyone's been fine."

Later, once the bell rang to signal the end of extracurriculars, Fenton went to meet up with Drake. They'd been meeting after activities to chat a bit; it had become a nice tradition of theirs to talk while they walked to Gos' practice so Drake could pick her up. When he arrived at the auditorium Drake was dismissing the class.

"…which is why you don't use a box cutter to open things on an uneven surface." He concluded. "Now go home, my clumsiness is no reason to stick around. I'm fine, it's all stitched up."

A handful of students started filing out as Fenton walked down the sloped aisle of the auditorium. "What happened to your arm?" he asked, glancing at the fresh bandages.

"Nothing, just accidentally cut myself with a box cutter in the parking lot when I tried to open the costumes. Thankfully a guy whose aunt is a nurse was there and he helped me get it packed with gauze before I got it stitched up. It's all fine now, and I probably could've done it on my own, but he insisted on helping."

Fenton blinked.

In a split second all the dots connected. The voice, the height, why he needed a job here… Dios mío, estoy saliendo con Darkwing Duck! Drake is Darkwing!

I can't just confront him about it. What the hell am I supposed to do?

"Fenton, you alright, you're a bit pale all of a sudden?" Drake asked, placing his arm on his boyfriend.

"I'm fine, I just don't like blood."

"I understand that, it's not exactly a pleasant sight." Drake remarked.

I've got to tell him about me, then maybe he'll tell me. Fenton smiled, trying to hide the plans he was mentally scrolling through to try and figure out what to do. "Anyway, why don't we talk about something else? Did you hear about what happened at the bank?"