Yes I managed to write another chapter, who needs to revise?
As always I do not own the rights to either the cartoon or it's characters though I would gladly own Negaduck given half a chance. Enjoy.
Chapter Five
"But how? How can he know?" They were back at Darkwing Tower and Darkwing Duck was pacing up and down whilst muttering repeatedly to himself.
"Dad, quit it will yeh? You're giving me a headache. Sure Negaduck knows who you are, but maybe we should be concentrating on how long he has known, rather than how he found out; we can come to that later."
Drake stopped pacing and calmed down long enough to answer her.
"You're right of course, Gosalyn. Now," as he regained his focus he used a finger to point in the air, "the question is, how long has Negaduck known my true identity? And the answer is," he visibly deflated, "I don't know."
"Brilliant deduction Dad," Gosalyn groaned, "You're right where you started. Okay, how about we assume that Negaduck has known for at least a month. What would we have expected him to do with this information?"
"Oh, just kidnap you – again, try to kill Launchpad and me and finally top it all off by blowing up the house. He wouldn't tell any of the other criminals though, because he wouldn't want anyone else to have the pleasure of trying to kill me, not that they'd succeed. He's far too vain to let anyone else do the job; his ego wouldn't let him. Plus, with this information he'd have the pleasure of knowing something that every other crook didn't. A riddle that everyone knows the answer to is worthless."
"Great, so if our assumption of time is correct, why hasn't he done these things?"
"Because our assumption isn't correct Gos. He slipped up today, when he called me Darkwing and Drake and now I will be ready for him. I, the Mighty Masked Mallard will foil his evil and diabolical scheme. When he sees me he will be quivering…"
"Hey, that's my line," interposed Gosalyn angrily.
"Ahem, quaking with fear," he finished. He flourished his cape dramatically before stalking off to look out the window, leaving Gosalyn to mutter "oh brother," and roll her eyes. Clearly she was going to have to investigate on her own. It looked as though Darkwing had taken over and was more concerned about his secret identity than the fact that Negaduck had been following Drake's daughter.
"Dad, this is all peachy, but what about the fact that NEGADUCK HAS BEEN FOLLOWING ME?"
Drake came visibly to the fore at that, "Oh what was I thinking? Negaduck has been following my little girl and I'm more worried over my secret identity? I'm not fit to be a father. I can't even protect you from felonious, fiends following you home."
"Right Dad, and sinking into a depression is going to help you? Snap out of it!"
Darkwing looked up sharply at Gosalyn's shout and stared into her grey/green eyes.
"You're right Gos, I'm going to catch that maniacal miscreant and I'm going to do it tonight. Let's get dangerous." He strode over to the Ratcatcher and exchanged his grey fedora for his helmet. "Don't forget to clean your teeth and go to bed at a reasonable hour. No stopping up to watch horror movies; you've got school tomorrow." With that parting shot he pulled a lever and zoomed away down the supports of the suspension bridge.
Gosalyn waited ten seconds before quickly changing into her Quiverwing costume. She then strode over to the wall to grab her bow and her quiver full of specially adapted arrows to catch St Canard's villains.
"It's quivering time," she proclaimed to the empty tower. Two minutes later she too had left Audubon Bridge behind her.
Negaduck looked at the ruined remains of the building in front of him, happy in the knowledge that yet another inconvenience to his personal contentment had been got rid of. His meeting with Dipwing earlier on had unsettled him. Now, instead of just dealing with the brat, he had a furious, over protective father to contend with. Consequently, he needed to destroy something, which was why he had driven over to the Old People's home on the outskirts of St Canard on his Troublemaker. The same building that was now a heap of rubble and scattered bodily remains. Hey, this was no kid's cartoon programme. He was Negaduck and other people's lives did not matter to him, except one… two… okay three at the very most. If he wanted to kill a bunch of geriatrics, then by Hell he was going to do it. He sneered at the thought of those three lives; suddenly he wasn't so happy anymore. He decided to move on to the First National Bank. He had made death and destruction already that night. Now it was time to make money.
He arrived at the bank after breaking all the speed limits and stopping at not a single red light. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a couple of grenades and his favourite chainsaw. This bank job was going to be a blast. Just as he was about to lob the grenades at the locked doors he heard a higher pitched version of his own voice.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am bank charges that crop up when you least expect them, I am," Negaduck felt a touch on his shoulder, "right behind you."
I do not own Batman or the Riddler either or even a copy of the comic Hush part two. I hope you enjoyed the cliff hanger and please don't forget to review.