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Warning, this chapter contains mild/moderate violence and swearing.

Chapter Six

"I am right behind you."

For once in his life Negaduck felt the taste of fear and he quickly discovered that just like spirited brats, he hated it. He swung round to deliver his usual pithy retort but was caught instead by a punch on the chin which was quickly followed by a punch to the stomach. He doubled up wheezing.

"You have got some questions to answer Negaduck. For every incorrect or evasive answer your reward will be a taste of your own pain that you enjoy dishing out on other people. I have already seen your handiwork of this evening."

"And what makes you think that I'm going to stick around Dipwing?" wheezed Negaduck, still bent over and taking in slow and steady breaths whilst combating the feeling of light-headedness. As Negaduck stood up Darkwing let loose a yell whilst executing a side thrust kick which Negaduck was incapable of blocking. Negaduck collapsed on the ground again whilst Darkwing pointed his gas gun at his fallen foe. He squeezed the trigger and ropes flew out, pinning Negaduck's arms to his sides.

"Well, aren't you going to try and run away Negsy? Oh wait, you can't," smirked Darkwing as he dragged the bound duck into a nearby alleyway.

"Why you…," flung back his trapped opponent, "when I get out of this you will be dead so fast you won't realise it until you're knocking on the gates of Hell." He stared into Darkwing's eyes; usually he saw them shining with conceit but now all he could see was a cold burning rage.

"Question number one. Why were you following Gosalyn Mallard?"

"I was thinking of recruiting her as my apprentice, a kid like that is wasted on you, following you about everywhere you go." He was rewarded by a kick in the ribs.

"Try again."

"Screw you. You actually think I'm going to tell you? I always knew you were stupid Dipwing but this reaches new levels. Handing ammunition to all the citizens who think that masked vigilantes are just thugs? If you take me in now you'll be handing them the proof on a platter. Then where will your adoring masses be heading? Straight to Gizmoduck in Duckberg."

There was no reply. Two pairs of eyes, both clouded with hate, stared at each other. Neither duck could drag his eyes away from the other's gaze whilst not a muscle twitched between them. It was the intrusion of a female yell that shocked them out of immobility as they both turned to see Quiverwing Quack swing down from a nearby rooftop into the alley.

"Dad what are you doing? Why is there blood on Negaduck's chin?"

"Oooh, how are you going to get out of this one Dipwing?"

Darkwing dragged his daughter out of the way of Negaduck's interested stare.

"Quiverwing," he hissed, "I thought I told you to go to bed."

"You did."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because this concerns me, remember?"

"No, this concerns Gosalyn Mallard, a person you are not connected with in anyway."

"Dad, he already knows who you are. He's hardly stupid enough to fail to make the connection between Gosalyn Mallard and Quiverwing Quack. And unlike Megavolt he has a memory that lasts longer than five seconds. Now, why does he have blood on his chin?"

Drake sighed and looked away from Quiverwing's glare. "I hit him," he mumbled.

"You hit him hard enough to draw blood? Dad, how could you?"

"He'll have a few bruised ribs as well; possibly I might have kicked him hard enough to bust the odd one or two."

"A busted rib? What were you thinking of?"

"I was thinking of you. This madman's been following you as Gosalyn; he's crossed the line and deserves everything he gets."

"Negaduck does not deserve to get beaten half to death." She was interrupted by the sound of a motorbike. As one she and Darkwing turned to where the duck in question lay. Or at least where he should have lain if he hadn't cut himself free and escaped.

Drake was the first to react as he raced out of the alleyway to the front of the bank. The Troublemaker was gone along with its battered owner.

"That sly, slippery, sneaky, son of a bitch snaked his way out of my grasp. I had him."

"Whoa Dad, should you be saying those things in front of me. I'm at an impressionable age."

"Oh yeah, well if you hadn't come barging in he wouldn't have escaped."

"So now it's my fault? If I hadn't come barging in, as you put it, you would be up for assault. Negaduck's not worth getting arrested over Dad. Now are we going after him or what?"

"Oh no, you are going straight back home."

"But Dad what if you need me? Come on let me help out. I hardly think that Negaduck is going to stick around after what you did to him anyway."

"Well, aargh, that isn't the point Quiverwing."

"Yes, it is the point, now are you going to let me help you or not?"

"Oh fine, you can help. Did you come out on the hoverquack?"

"Yeah, it's parked a couple of streets away."

"Go and get it and then we'll start searching for Negaduck." He gazed at Quiverwing as she ran to get her vehicle and sighed. When he had had Negaduck bound and bleeding he had felt so – triumphant. He had enjoyed the look of pain that had flashed across his double's face each time that he had attacked him. For a moment he had forgotten that he was Darkwing and the duck in front of him was Negaduck. He was just a vengeful father who was punishing the man who had repeatedly followed his daughter and scared her. For one moment he had looked at that face and wanted to kick it in until no recognisable features were left. He shuddered, feeling ashamed and vaguely tainted as though some of Negaduck's rage and malice had transferred itself to Darkwing. He remembered gazing into Negaduck's eyes and seeing a hint of vulnerability whilst wondering whether it was masochistic or sadistic to want to kick in a face that was exactly like your own.

"Hey Dad, earth to Darkwing, are you coming or not?" Quiverwing was back and ready to go off in search of the duck that was occupying Darkwing's thoughts.

"Sorry Quiver, I spaced out for a moment there."

"That's okay Dad. Hey, are you alright? You look a little pale. "

"Yeah, of course I am. Come on let's go find him kiddo." Hero and apprentice, father and daughter set off into the night.

There was one duck who was so far from pleased at the events of that night that he was in another continent. Judging by the pain; the way it hurt when he breathed and twisted round, that out of control maniac had managed to leave him with a cracked rib or two. The next time he saw Dorkwing he would be introducing him to his favourite chainsaw for that.

He had waited until the two heroes were too busy arguing to pay him any attention. He had cut the ropes with the knife he kept up his left arm before silently slipping away to his Troublemaker, driving back to his hideout and cleaning his cuts. That bastard had managed to crack a tooth with his repeated punches to the face. He was rather proud of his fanged smile and now he had ruined it. His hands balled into fists as he thought about breaking Darkwing's teeth in revenge.

He moved over to his desk and winced, it would be three weeks before the pain would lessen and two months before the ribs would heal completely. He turned on his computer and pulled up the satellite images of Saint Canard, a blue dot was weaving its way through the city. He smiled grimly, next time Quiverwing, he thought, next time.

My next scheduled update will be in September. Thank you all for reading this and keep a lookout as I may be able to upload some chapters before then if I can use my uncle's computer. Again your reviews will be very welcome.