I will never own them. Warning: This chapter is a little darker.

Kat curled up under her blanket, hearing the soft murmuring in the next room. The soft noises were broken with a bottle hitting the wall close to her bedroom door. It seemed her father had a bad day at work and her mother failed to cook dinner. A few minuted later the door burst open and She was roughly dragged from bed, her father not caring for her cries of protest and pain.

"Shut up you little brat and cook me dinner. Something your lazy ass of a mother can't seem to do right." He glared at the woman sitting on the couch, mostly out of it as the TV flickered some show. Upon entering the dirty kitchen, he pushed her against the stove, ordering her to cook and left, grabbing another beer. The following night would seem like forever to young Kat, who had never cooked in her life much less work a stove.

Kat turned on the stove and put water on to boil, then climbed onto the counter to get the pasta form the high shelf. Asking father would only earn her yelling about being lazy and possibility getting spanked. after putting the sauce on, She failed to notice the water boiling at an alarming rate and tried to push the noodles in. The pot moved as She leaned up and tipped over, boiling water flowing out. In the next room her mother looked up a little hearing her daughters screams, then shrugged. "Must be the TV." The father took a swig of his beer and stood, yelling for Kat to shut up and walked in, seeing the girl laying in a pool was steaming water. "You stupid girl, look at the mess you made. Clean it up!" He turned walking into his bedroom, grumbling about how useless the women in his life were and laid down.

The next morning, an older woman entered the apartment and looked around, seeing her daughter sitting on the couch as always, watching some program. Her son in law had left for the day, hopefully to work for once. Maria locked around the her granddaughter, frowning when the child didn't come bounding out like She always did on Friday for a weekend at her grandparents apartment. "Kitten? Honey? You awake?" She walked further into the apartment and looked in her bedroom, seeing the broken beer bottle by the door. Turning, She could see into the kitchen a little, seeing the water still on the floor and entered, seeing Kat, still laying there, blistered and burnt, whimpering softly.

The following month was spent in and out of courts and the hospital. Kat's parents kept missing court dates and dragging out the process for her grandparents to take full custody of her while She had to keep returning to the hospital for therapy and skin grafts. The tattoo She had hid the only visible scarring from that night. Finally after a year it was over. Her parents finally told them they didn't care what happened to her and She couldn't have been happier to hear it. Every so often her mother or father would appear, demanding her back or to ask for money. The last She had heard, they had went to Mexico and that was when She was 15.

On the morning of her 16th birthday, Kat awoke to smiling faces and went to school as normal. "Don't be late. We're having your favorite foods for dinner." Kat nodded to her grandmother and walked to school, like any other day. She cut her last period and went home, and found the door open, thinking it was some surprise. "Granny, I'm home early. Want to go down town before dinner?" After receiving no reply, Kat looked around. "Where are they. The cars here." She smiled, seeing the light coming form their bedroom and smiled, pushing open the door and walked in, her face freezing in a look of horror.

Kat sat up in bed screaming, and looked around. She hugged her arms to her body, shacking and sweating. Pulling her legs closer to her chest, She began to cry. "I thought i had blocked them out. Why did I go today? We always went there." Kat grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly and cried into it. She hadn't had the nightmare of finding her grandparents dead in some time. The only reason she could think of them recurring was going to the beach like She had done as a child with her grandparents. Sitting bad, She wiped her eyes and looked at the ceiling, sleeping out of the question. Turning on the TV, She settled in, watching an old movie and holding the pillow tightly.

She hadn't thought about her parents in so long. They seemed like a faded memory by now. But even through the yelling, the spankings, or her mothers neglect, the court proceedings, She had still hoped, they would change and be the family She needed. She had loved them, and defended them in her mind. They were her parents, they had created her, and had to have loved her at some point. Right? Sighing she turned off the TV and changed out of her night clothes. Walking down the stairs She went outside into the front yard and decided to go for a jog, Something She hadn't done in along time.

Darkwing combed the streets, looking for crime or even a litterbug, but nothing. The city was at peace. No criminal minds at play, no bank robberies and muggings. It upset him slightly, but at the same time made him happy that Darkwing Duck might not be needed forever. Slowing at a stop light, he saw a person jogging down the side walk. Looking at his watch he saw it was almost 4 am. Not a good time to be out . Turning the bike he followed coming beside the person, seeing Kat. 'Why does She always appear when nothing is happening?' Shrugging he stopped, catching her attention.

"Hello Duck. What's wrong, no crime?" She stretched a little and watched his face gain an annoyed look. "I just came over to see if you were all right. And seeing as you are, I'll leave you alone." He was about to start the Ratcatcher again when She sighed and stopped him. "I never thanked you, did I? For saving me at the bar or back at Negaducks penthouse." Darkwing sat back and locked at her, seeing the worry lines on her forehead and get off the bike.

"I wasn't able to stop the wedding, so I consider it a personal loss. As for the bar, I should have known better and put cameras in it or something. You could have died, and I blame myself for almost letting it happen." Gently touching her shoulder, he felt the muscle tighten in reflex. She shrugged a little. 'Nothing you could have stopped." She pulled away from him, smiling weakly. He gave her a look and moved forward again. "What's wrong. Negaduck? Someone break into your house? Gofers?" Kat blinked, then smiled, chuckling at his atemp at a joke. "Just bad dreams and old memories."

After talking for another 30 minutes he insisted on driving her home. Half way through a call went out over his police scanner about a bank being robbed in the high class part of the city. HE turned sharply, forgetting Kat sat behind him and roared off in the direction, Kat holding on so She wouldn't fall off. Upon arriving, insane laughter was heard coming from the inside on the building. Kat groaned , resting her head on Darkwings back. "Why did it have to be him?"

I hope this has not offended anyone in any way. I will be posting a few more over the next few days cause I finally have a few days off from my job (Yay). I might put this to M eventually. Not sure yet.