Alright. I found it fun to write this to an extent. Just so you know, I don't have a clear idea how this will go. I know how it will end, but the middle is always hard for me to write. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Please leave comments. I always enjoy reading those.
"That bolt head didn't even remember me!" Drake seethed, no longer in costume. He wore a purple jacket over a simple grey t-shirt. Launchpad and Dewey joined him at a diner, Launchpad because he wanted to hear about Drake's recent escapades as a superhero, while Dewey was getting bored in the mansion. "I played just as big a role trying to stop the invasion as he did and no one remembers me."
"That's no biggie." Launchpad commented, looking back on the invasion. "You helped Scrooge get into the mansion when it counted, while Gizmoduck got taken by moonlanders."
"And no one even remembers I was there." Drake lamented, remembering how no one seemed to even notice him. "I know I'm not doing this for recognition, but it would be nice to have someone acknowledge me."
"Got bored at the mansion, so now I'm hanging out with a pilot and an out-of-work actor." Dewey said aloud as he typed on his phone. "Hashtag first world problems. Hashtag let's dewey this."
"Did you have to bring the kid?" Drake asked, a little annoyed at being reminded of not having a new job yet. Still, it did free up a lot of his schedule to be the caped crusader he felt destined to be. Also, Launchpad told Dewey about his secret identity and he wasn't comfortable with so many people knowing.
"He was bored and Mr. McDee told me to keep him out of trouble." As Launchpad answered, Dewey secretly mouthed to Drake, "Other way around." He stopped and looked at his phone when Launchpad glanced at him. Drake would question this but considering the first time he'd actually talked in length to Launchpad, the pilot broke into his trailer to lock him up, it surprisingly made sense. "Anyway, so what happened with the Beagle Boys?"
"They were stealing a shipping crate with a weird bull insignia on it. I was going to stop them, but they said they were working for someone."
"Who was it?" Dewey asked, listening to the conversation while still looking at his phone.
"I don't know. I was going to follow them to find out, but Gizmoduck jumped in and ruined it."
"He might have saved your life." Dewey commented. "Ma Beagle's junkyard is full of Beagles, about thirty. I know you're tough, but I don't think you could beat them."
"But Darkwing Duck is unstoppable." Launchpad declared. "He'd never back down."
"Darkwing Duck is unstoppable in an old TV show. You're not a TV character, no matter how you dress." Dewey pointed out, briefly making eye contact. "As I said, he saved your life."
"He couldn't save my life yesterday. Thanks to his distraction, the Beagles almost drowned us. The only reason we're alive is some other guy saved us. He left a note, saying I'm a terrible superhero."
"I did watch you stand on a crate of explosives and not move while someone blew it up." Dewey said. "No offense, but I think it would have been smarter to… not do that."
"I got back up." Drake said, waving it off. "Anyway, thanks to Gizmoduck, now I don't know where to start looking for whoever the ringleader is."
"Find a Beagle Boy and ask him. If Bigtime knows anything, he'll talk without even thinking."
"Brilliant, Bluey! Now how am I going to find a Beagle Boy, though?" he ignored the look of annoyance Dewey got when he was misnamed.
"We could get a look from high up in the Sun Chaser." Launchpad suggested, trying to help.
"Or you could ask Gizmoduck." Dewey suggested, getting a look of disgust from the superhero. "He has access to the police crime network and could get anywhere in the city in minutes."
"I'm not asking that glitchy Gear head for help." He seethed. "I can be a superhero without any help from him."
"You can't fight an army of Beagles by yourself, though, and he has help that you don't." Dewey pointed out.
"I don't care!" Drake declared. "If I take his help, I'll spend the entire time in a shadow I'd never get out of." Dewey was about to argue, but realized he wasn't getting anywhere. He looked to Launchpad, who seemed to have something to say.
"D.W., you're not looking at it from the right angle." He said, building up to his point. "I only have three words for you: superhero team up." Dewey facepalmed, unsure what to do, until he looked at Drake, who was actually contemplating Launchpad's words. "You each have something the other has. Gizmoduck has lots of gadgets and resources, but you have detective and stealth skills. And again, superhero team up!"
"You're right, L.P.!" Drake agreed, suddenly hyped up about working together with Gizmoduck. "This could be my chance to get some recognition for my deeds and I can prove that I'm even better than him!"
"Is this what Huey feels like around me and Louie?" Dewey questioned, looking at Drake and Launchpad, before looking back to his phone.
"Now to figure out how to get in contact with him." Drake said, thinking up ways to get Gizmoduck's attention. "I could put his logo on a spotlight and see if he shows up."
"Me and Huey set up a meeting for you on the bridge in front of the Money Bin, on top of the second archway." Dewey said, before Drake could think of a place to find a spotlight. "Be there at seven."
"I could've just used the extend-arms to push the walls apart." Fenton said, jotting down the statement in a notebook. "But without knowing what was on the outside, that could've done more harm than good. Maybe using the laser to cut the locks would have worked, but that has the same problem as I could've hurt someone on the outside. Ooh, maybe I should equip my helmet with some form of x-ray vision."
"Interesting idea," Huey commented, walking into Fenton's room with Webby behind him. "Although, it might be a good idea to have a combination of some sort. X-rays can be blocked by lead, so if you could combine it with infrared cameras, it would cover heat and bone structure. And probably a sonar wouldn't be bad."
"Or magnetic resonance imaging." Fenton threw in. "It wouldn't do much for organic structures, but at least I could see some metallic structures." He wrote down some notes on his paper again, before turning to the kids in his lab. "What brings you two here?"
"Your mom called us and said you've been rambling all day about something that happened last night." Webby answered
"Yeah, it was a terrible ten minutes." Fenton agreed, remembering the events the day before. "It was a routine crime stopping. I saw the Beagle Boys stealing something from the docks. I went down to confront them when a guy in a purple suit jumps out from somewhere and complains about me doing that because he was there first. I guess he wants to be a superhero too. He even had a name: Darkwing Duck."
"Darkwing Duck was there?" Mrs. Cabrera asked from the doorway. "How's he been?"
"You know him, M'ma?" Fenton asked.
"Of course. He helped us with the invasion. You introduced yourself to him." Fenton thought back and that did sound familiar.
"Yeah, Lena and Violet told me he disguised himself as Uncle Scrooge to act as an extra decoy." Webby threw in.
"And Dewey told me he helped Launchpad save Uncle Scrooge's movie studio." Huey added, glancing at his phone.
"Well, now that was embarrassing. I'd forgotten all about him." Fenton admitted. "No wonder he was so mad. Anyway, so he tells me that he was spying on them and letting them get away. And while we were discussing it, the Beagles pushed us into an open container and locked us in. Now I'm trying to figure out safe ways to have gotten out of it. We're only alive because of someone else saving us and scaring off the Beagle Boys, but they took whatever they were stealing with them. Thanks to Darkwing's incompetence, not only did they get away with it, but we almost died."
"Fenton, I wasn't there," his mother started, getting his attention, "but it sounds like you were the incompetent one." Fenton looked shocked and slightly hurt from his mother saying that. He was about to question it, but she put up a finger, silencing him. "Uno, you failed to recognize your ally. Dos, you tried to make an arrest without gathering all the information with him. Tres, you blew an undercover mission. Quatro, you let your guard down around known violent criminals. Cinco, you don't recognize that there was someone pulling the Beagles' strings. Pollito, if you were one of my officers, I would be chewing you out in front of everyone else."
"But M'ma, I needed to stop them. They'd knocked out the guards and I was answering a silent alarm."
"Were they in immediate danger?" Fenton gave a hesitant shake of his head. "And that makes seis. You didn't know if they had hostages, since those guards could have been nearby." Fenton was suddenly downcast, unsure how to feel. He hadn't realized how many mistakes he'd made. "Now, you're a good hero, and you're always there to help people when you can, but this kind of crime requires something more…sutil. Darkwing stayed in the shadows to learn what he could before doing something. Your suit isn't designed for that. It can break through walls, catch up with runaway vehicles in seconds, even managed to overpower a mutated billionaire. But none of that says subtle."
"She's right, Mr. Cabrera." Webby pointed out. "If I ever tried sneaking around by busting through walls, my Granny would make me run a hundred stealth drills until I got it right. Maybe you might need some help from Darkwing to catch whoever's behind this."
"You're right. I should reach out to him and see if we can work together." Fenton relented, standing up. "I'll start trying to run biometric scans across the city to find him."
"He'll be at the top of the second arch on the bridge to the Money Bin." Huey said, getting everyone's attention. "Dewey's in a meeting with him right now and we just set it up. Is seven okay for you?" Fenton nodded. Webby looked like she'd been dying to ask a question.
"So, who saved you two?"
"I don't actually have any palpable leads on that. Whoever it was left no trace." Fenton recalled. "I should probably look into that after I solve this crime." Webby's eyes lit up, clearly excited.
"Huey!" she shouted, getting his attention. "You, me, and Dewey now have a mystery to solve! We will find this mystery Samaritan and identify him to the world!" Huey rolled his eyes, knowing Webby was just looking for an adventure. Still, he figured the project could help him earn his super sleuth badge.
Donald Duck was napping on the couch in the mansion, resting peacefully while the three rowdiest kids were out of the house. Louie was sitting next to him, watching Ottoman Empire, glad that he'd gotten Randy and Johnny back together for the show, when Huey, Dewey, and Webby all barged through the front door, waking their sleeping uncle.
"Do you kids have to be so loud?" Donald complained. "You woke me up."
"It's almost noon, though." Huey pointed out. "You're usually awake by now."
"I was waiting for your mom to pick me up until six in the morning. Apparently, she fell asleep." Donald had decided he needed some fresh air and asked Della to take the houseboat out to open water to cruise for a little while. She was supposed to bring him back around ten, but never came back and forgot to plug her cell phone into a charger, leaving him stranded.
"Louie, someone saved Gizmoduck and Darkwing Duck yesterday!" Webby yelled, Louie turned his head to them, acknowledging their statement. "And they vanished without a single trace. No footprints, no heat signature, no camera footage, nothing."
"And they scared off the Beagles in seconds!" Dewey added, putting up both fists, jabbing at thin air. "He even called out Gizmoduck and Darkwing, saying they were terrible superheroes."
"We're going to investigate him and see if we can find anything that might pertain to the Beagle investigation." Huey informed, "And I'm going to earn my Junior Woodchuck Super Sleuth Badge!"
"I pass." Louie said, looking back at the TV.
"We could sell the story to the media." Huey said, perking Louie's interest.
"Well, there's nothing else to do." Louie relented, hopping down from his chair.
"You kids do that." Donald said, walking out the front door. "I'm heading out for breakfast."
Darkwing Duck did his best to climb to the top of the archway, which was much taller than he had expected when he first started to climb. Why the kids thought that on top of the bridge would be a good place to meet was beyond him but endured, regardless. The four-hundred-foot climb wasn't much compared to anything else he'd endure being a superhero. Still, it'd gotten annoying to find footholds in the architecture of the structure. Once he made it to the top, he'd pulled himself across the flat surface, he sprawled out, getting a bit of rest before standing up to stretch. Looking over the edge, he'd gotten a good look around and found the city of Duckburg to be a nice view at night. He'd felt a bit of jealousy toward Gizmoduck that he'd been able to see this view every night. He dismissed the thought, reminding himself that it was generally better to be close to the ground when keeping an eye on the streets. Taking a step away from the edge, he took out his phone to look at the time.
"Seven-fifteen," he read aloud to himself, then looked around, not seeing Gizmoduck anywhere. "He's late! The man wears a full body Memo Seven phone and can't even be on time."
"This is a Memo Ten phone at least." A voice said from below. Darkwing looked over the edge and saw his contact sitting down on a lower platform. "Got rid of the exploding defect in the first couple weeks." The older superhero rose up to his wheel, jumping up to the highest point with Darkwing. "And I'm not late. I arrived a half-hour ago, waiting for you. You're fifteen minutes late."
"Well not all of us can fly!" Darkwing complained, "I had to scale the side of this tower with no special equipment to help me at all."
"There's an access ladder over there." Gizmo pointed out, gesturing to a trap door that Darkwing had not yet seen.
"And how would that have been dramatic?" Darkwing asked rhetorically. In truth, he had not known or even seen the ladder, but he wasn't about to admit that to someone he'd viewed as a rival. Gizmo didn't really believe this argument was going to get anywhere, so he just let it go. "Anyway, let's talk about last night."
"Agreed." Gizmo said, facing the shorter duck. "But before that, there's something I have to get out of the way." Pausing, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." This quickly took Darkwing Duck off-guard. "I should have recognized you from the invasion force. I shouldn't have interfered with your investigation on the docks. Because I did, both our lives were put in danger and the Beagles got away." Darkwing didn't know how to respond. He had expected someone as stubborn as he was to be under that metal helmet but he was openly apologizing without any prompting. "Do you have anything to say?" Gizmo asked, sounding like he was expecting some type of apology as well.
"…Apology accepted." Darkwing said, not making eye contact.
"Nothing about how your actions may have also endangered the two of us?" The purple-clad duck remained silent, making the machine-clad duck groan. "Okay, down to business. Do you have any leads on the Beagles?"
"None." Darkwing admitted, turning to Gizmo. "That's why I need your help. I heard you have access to the city's police network. If we can find a Beagle in the middle of a crime, we can question them about the docks." Gizmoduck considered the idea, weighing in any other option he could think of, and found it to be the best course of action.
"Alright, my purple-colored friend, let's hunt for Beagles. Engage passenger gear." Out of the back of Gizmoduck's armor sprung a set of handlebars along with with a couple footholds and an odd glass visor. Darkwing looked at the new feature of the armor and reluctantly climbed on, still uncomfortable working with the genius in the armor. "By the way, the passenger gear hasn't been tested yet, so wear the seatbelt." Darkwing looked down and saw a strap at waist level and secured it around himself.
"This isn't really a seat, by the way." He commented.
"Not an issue." Gizmo responded, flying off into the night.
I'm having a hard time keeping anyone in character, but I hope I did alright with it. Again, please comment. I welcome feedback.