I do not own Darkwing Duck, much as I would like to.

Warning, there is mild swearing in this chapter.

Chapter Four

It was half past three and Drake had half an hour to wait before Gosalyn's school broke up for the day. He had parked his car at the end of the street so he got a good view of the entirerity of it. Of course he didn't know from which direction the stalker would be coming from, but that wouldn't matter as he wasn't dressed as Darkwing and the stalker would be hardly likely to recognise him as Drake.

He remained there, hiding behind that day's edition of the local newspaper, for another twenty minutes without seeing anything or anyone suspicious. Finally he heard the roar of a motorbike and looked up to see one coming towards him from the opposite end of the street before stopping a quarter of the way down so that it was diagonally rather than directly opposite Gosalyn's school. Instantly he was on the alert and focussed his eyes on the black figure.

Negaduck dismounted from his bike, eyes completely focussed on the school on the opposite side of the road. Seeing no movement he reached into his jacket and pulled out a copy of a national newspaper, turning to a piece about an earthquake on the other side of the world smirking as he read the large death count.

At five minutes past three Gosalyn emerged from the school gates. Negaduck watched her from behind his paper, waiting until she was halfway down the street before tossing the paper on the pavement and following her. He was three quarters of the way down when he saw her get into a car. Automatically he glanced at the driver's side – straight into a pair of blue eyes that he saw every time he looked in a mirror. Eyes that had shown suspicion, astonishment and finally a hot, burning rage. A stream of expletives came forth from his beak as he ran towards his bike, trusting to the fact that as the sap was out of costume he wouldn't risk running after him. Then again maybe not, he thought as he heard steps running along behind him, steadily gaining on him so that by the time he had reached his motorbike Drake had caught up with him.

"What the HELL do you think you are doing following my daughter?"

"Your daughter? Who says I was following your daughter? Maybe I was just going for a stroll and your daughter just happened to be travelling in the same direction."

"Oh yeah, why were you riding a motorbike then? It doesn't wash with me; I arrived here before you did Nega-mmpf." Negaduck had just grabbed him by his beak.

"Don't call me that Dark-ouch!" He took his hand off Drake's beak to grab his foot, glaring at the wrathful father.

"Well then William," he sneered, "I happen to know that you've been repeatedly following my daughter home from school. Don't you deny it, she saw you. I don't know what you thought you were doing and I don't care, KEEP AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER YOU PERV."

"Sounds like you do know what I was doing Drakey," Negaduck smirked.

"You –," Drake lunged at Negaduck, his fist coming up, almost of its own volition, to wipe that smirk off that cocky bastard's face.

"Agh, agh," he scolded, dodging Drake's attack. "I don't want to have to hurt you in front of the brat."

"You dare…"

"I dare what? Look I was never going to touch the kid, alright? Not in that way at least."

"I don't believe you, you sick, depraved, monster."

"Sticks and stones Drake. You can believe what you want. The truth is she's too young for me." He was forced to duck again. "I am getting really tired of this Drake. In fact I see no reason to stay here to get my beak smashed in." With that he punched his double on the chin, climbing on top of his motorbike whilst his opponent was distracted. "Oh, and Drake? Don't call me William ever again if you want to survive." Laughing madly he drove away, leaving the irate parent to the care of his daughter who had come running at the sight of Negaduck punching her father.

"Dad, what happened?" She helped him to his feet whilst he stared off into the direction of where the now vanished motorbike had gone.

"When I get my hands on that miscreant he won't know what's hit him. Come on Gos, let's go home."

So what did he say? Come on Dad, you can tell me," she wheedled.

"He said… he said…," at this point he stopped dead on the pavement. Gosalyn could see the habitual look that he wore when he had just realised something important. Suddenly Drake started walking even faster to his car so that Gosalyn had to run to keep up with him.

"What is it Dad?" she asked as soon as they were driving back to 537 Avian Way.

"When he first saw me he was going to call me Darkwing Duck before I stopped him. The question is, how did he know? I'm dressed as Drake."

Gosalyn stared at her father in horror.

"Then he called me Drake. Gos…," he gulped, "Negaduck knows who we are."

"But…but how could he know? He didn't get zapped by an alien and now he can read minds, did he? If he does know, how long has he known? And why hasn't he used the information against us?"

"I don't know Gosalyn, but it is something I mean to ask him next time I see him. There's a dangerous criminal out in St Canard and I mean to catch him, for I am the terror that flaps in the night."

This is likely to be my last update for a while as I have essay deadlines due in the next few days and then I'll be revising. After that I'll be going home for the summer hols and won't have full access to the internet till I'm back at uni. Don't worry, I'll still be writing as I hate fics that aren't finished. Oh and if anyone ever needs a English-American translation just PM me and I'll do my best to translate.