Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing or any affiliated characters from the Darkwing Duck show. Disney owns Darkwing to whom I am grateful for the inspiration. I am not making a penny off this. I am using this as writing practice. I am doing it for pleasure and to get feedback in order to become a better writer. Characters not contained in the original Darkwing Duck series are my own creation and as such are my copyrite. Please read enjoy and review. Thanks.

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The Next Morning ....

At the First National Bank in St. Canard...

Darkwing and Launchpad were looking for clues to the robbery that had taken place there the previous night, clues to the robbery that Negaduck and Electra had pulled off. There weren't many to be seen. A singular tire mark of burnt rubber from a vehicle that had presumably pulled away from the scene in a hurry, Scorch marks on the door handle with the doors locking mechanism melted to the point it looked like nothing more then slag, and of course the shards of steel that had once been the vault's door. Apart from those few things there was literally nothing to work with, no other clues to the robbery that had taken place. The surveillance videos were worse then useless, all they contained was static snow, no images or sounds at all, just snow.

At first DW had suspected Megavolt was responsible for the robbery, but he had discarded that idea when he had learned the Megavolt and Quackerjack had been committing a different robbery of a different bank halfway across town. There was no way they could be in 2 places at the same time so he discarded them as possible suspects. He knew it hadn't been Liquidator or Bushroot, he himself had been fighting them at a different bank at the same time as this robbery had occurred. That left only a handful of other villains who were at large who could have pulled this robbery off. He discarded most of those villains as possible suspects immediately though because of the few clues he did have. Those clues were totally inconsistent with those villains skills and or modus operandi.

Finally he was left with Negaduck as a possible suspect, but it wasn't quite Negaduck's style. Oh sure, the massive amount of destruction WAS Negaduck's style, but it didn't seem like he could have done it. Darkwing had thoroughly checked for even the tiny of trace amounts of explosives, there weren't any. If Negaduck HAD done this HOW had he done it? How could he have possibly caused this much damage without explosives? It didn't make any sense.

Then Darkwing remembered the new super villain he had fought. The one he had tried to arrest for not paying for a meal. The one who HAD TRIED to electrocute him. Could SHE have done this? But how? Sure there were traces of scorching on the steel shards that had once been the vault's door, but no amount of electricity could have shattered it. If she had used enough electricity the door would have melted not shattered into billions of steel splinters. What he needed was more clues to piece this together, more clues and more answers, but he just didn't have any.

Still looking at the ground for more clues through his super sleuth magnifying glass, Darkwing rounded the corner of the bank and immediately almost bumped into someone. "Hey watch it!" he exclaimed. Then he saw that it was Morgana Macabre. "Morg! Sweetums! What are you doing here?!"

In spite of the fact that he loved her dearly and just being this close to her made him feel like melting into a puddle of goo, Darkwing eyed her and her companions suspiciously as he realized that they had gotten into the vault and were doing something in there. He glanced past her to see her magical book flapping in place inside a chalk circle in the middle of the floor of the vault with some of the shards of metal in it.

Stepping back slightly Morgana caught her balance as Eek and Squeak her bats fluttered around her. Archie, her spider shaped familiar grumbled at Darkwing from his place on Morgana's dress and shook his two front legs at the crime fighter. Darkwing needed to be more careful, he'd almost disrupted Morgana's work circle and if that happened they would have to start over; not to mention fix Darkwing since he would have been caught in the magical discharge.

Still grumbling Archie huffed as he recognized the lovestruck looks the two ducks were giving each other, there was NO chance of getting anything done now...not until these two got all the goo goo googley nonsense over with. Archie sighed, he'd certainly be glad when Morgana finally reeled the normal in and got him wedded. Then maybe Morgana could concentrate on her work more, the council wouldn't be pleased if they didn't get an answer soon.

Realizing that she wouldn't be able to get anything more done with Darkwing there, Morgana decided to discontinue the spell she had been using to figure out what had happened there. She made a quick magickal gesture to disperse the spell and began to erase her spell circle with her foot.

Eek and Squeak actually agreed with the throughly grouchy arachnid and had decided to give Morgana a hand, to this end they dive bombed Darkwing and took his hat and magnifying glass from him and fluttered just out of reach luring him away from the chalk circle on the floor and the Quackrinomicon (her sentient magickal spell book and sometimes assistant) flapping inside it, not realizing Morgana had aborted the spell after having seen the danger of Darkwing possibly crossing into the circle.

Morgana started to be angry at Darkwing's tone of voice, she WAS here on business after all; and NOT the villainous kind. Hurt she asked, "Dark darling, don't you trust me? " and crossing her arms in front of her she tapped a toe impatiently while she waited for his answer.

Uncomfortably Darkwing swallowed hard and tugged at his collar trying to think of a way to defuse her temper and find out why she was here, "Heh heh.... It's not that Morg, it's just that the police said no one else was in here and ... you caught me by surprise that's all. Ummm....See I never expected to see such a beautiful witch in here even though vaults are supposed to contain treasure. "

Blushing slightly Morgana decided not to be angry, Dark was SOOO cute when he was trying not to upset her...and now he was playing with her bats. Suppressing a laugh she answered, "Well Dark, the Council of Magick monitors energy usage and since I live here in St. Canard and the disturbance is here I am trying to figure out where the leaks are coming from."

Perking up at this Darkwing asked, " Leaks? What sort of Leaks? I've examined the entire bank and I haven't found anything leaking. Ah, LP can I get some help here?"

Launchpad was watching the twosome from his place beside the manager's desk and even though Darkwing was hopping up and down trying to get Eek to give him back his hat and Squeak to drop his clue finder Launchpad knew better than to interfere; especially since Morgana had gestured to her book and swept up her chalk walking out of the vault to smile at Darkwing's antics.

Giggling fondly she wrapped her arms around her dashing duck and kissed his head feathers before replacing his hat. Then she offered to let him ransom his clue finder glass with a kiss. Blushing beet red Darkwing managed to pull himself together and kissed her hands quite gallantly before offering to escort her outside. She offered, "You wouldn't feel this Dark, being a normal you aren't sensitive to magickal emanations. Wait...I know what I'll do. Come to my house in a little while and I'll fix you right up. "

"Fix me up?" asked Darkwing perplexed at what she could possible mean.

"Fixed you up. I'll give you something that will help you to recognize these magickal emanations should you encounter them again." said Morgana.

Then raising her hands above her head she summoned a portal and disappeared with her familiars and the book. Launchpad looked at his friend and sighed, Darkwing was too distracted to concentrate now. Clearing his throat , he offered, "Well DW it looks like there isn't much more to do here. Why don't we go to hamburger hippo and get a snack before you go to Morgana's?"

Dumbstruck Darkwing mumbled, " Morgana's? Why am I going to... oh wait thats right" then blushing uncomfortably he tugged at his collar and sighed. " Never mind LP, I remember now come on I'll buy you a couple of combos."

Meanwhile at Megavolt's old apartment hideaway...

Bushroot approached the door and knocked. He was wearing a trench coat and hat pulled up close covering his green body and purple hair to be as inconspicuous as possible. He kept wondering why he was doing it. Why was he checking up on her, the newest member of the gang. It wasn't like he liked her, he didn't know her well enough yet. Still he felt he had to see if she was ok? He had talked her into joining the gang after all and felt sort of responsible for making she she was doing ok.

There was no answer, so he knocked again. Still no answer. Getting a bit concerned he tried the door handle. The door wasn't locked, so as he did this it squeaked open. Now really getting concerned he rushed inside. Everyone knew it wasn't safe to leave your door unlocked in St. Canard. What if something had happened to her? Negaduck would have his hide if anything happened to their newest gang member.

As Bushroot raced into the apartment, he noticed how quiet it was. He also noticed how dusty it was. Checking everywhere including the bathroom he realized Electra was not anywhere in the apartment. He started to get very worried. She shouldn't be out wandering around St. Canard by herself. Not when she had such a poor memory. She might get lost and get herself into trouble.

Then he spied something on the table. It was a note from the night before. He remembered that just before they had left after dropping Electra off there, after Megavolt had showed her the spare recharger in the apartment she had written something down on a scrap of paper. He walked over to the table and looked at the note.

The note said "Go hideout shopping in morning then get breakfast".

Still worried that something could happen to her with her wandering around St. Canard alone he wondered where to begin. It was a huge city. There was no telling where she could have gone looking. Bushroot decided to go get the others. Maybe if Megavolt, Quackerjack, Liquidator and himself were all looking for her they'd find her before she got into any trouble or worse still got herself arrested and made Negaduck have to break her out. Negaduck wouldn't like that at all if that happened.

Grabbing the note and taking it with him Bushroot quickly left the apartment to go get the others and start looking for her.

Later that afternoon...

Electra WAS hideout shopping. She had the money from the night before still in her pocket. She wasn't going to use it though, not if she could help it. She was looking for a hideout not an apartment after all, and she somehow knew that hideouts were supposed to be secret and untraceable. If she paid money for hers it could be traced to her. So rather then looking at apartments she was scouring every vacant and abandoned building she stumbled across as she wandered through the city, trying to find one she liked.

She had just checked out her third abandoned apartment building in the waterfront district. It had several squatters living in it and it was quite a mess but she found herself liking it for some reason. She didn't know why but it felt like home to her. Quickly picking out an apartment that had a fire escape staircase right beside it's window she started to make herself at home. This is perfect she thought. Not having her memories except for a few brief flashes she had gotten while recharging herself the night before she didn't realize why she felt at home in this building but she knew she felt like she was "home"

The reason she felt at home was because it WAS just like her apartment and building back in her own Universe, where she had taken up residence in one of her uncle's should have been condemned slum buildings. In fact the whole building was so identical to it it was as if it could have been transported there through a portal, but it hadn't been it was just a parallel universe duplication. But she didn't remember that. All she knew was this place felt right to her. So she made herself at home.

It wasn't too bad for a run down building. The other squatters had somehow managed to get some electricity and water working in the building. None of the apartments had electricity but the hallways did. Each levels hall had a single working incandescent bulb hanging down from the middle of the ceiling as a working light. There was also a bathroom on each floor that the other squatters had managed to get working and shared. Well they were semi working bathrooms actually. They had no hot water and the showers were unusable but the sinks and toilettes worked. But it felt like home.

It had no working elevators. The old elevator shaft was a death trap and the elevator was stuck in the sub basement and didn't work but the stairs were ok, well... as ok as they could be without anyone maintaining them. They creaked and a few spots looked like they were going to collapse if stepped on but they were functional, unlike the elevator. And they were reasonably safe. They didn't have lights though. They were almost pitch dark except for a single light at the door to each level. There was a broken skylight at the top of them that cast light into the stairwell during the daytime illuminating it though.

Surprisingly, the apartment was still furnished. But it was vacant so she moved herself right on in. It had a table, some chairs and a sofa. It was a quaint 1 bedroom bachelor type unit. It even had it's own bathroom and kitchenette. Too bad the bath and kitchen weren't usable. The bedroom was unusable too. It had a bed but one in such bad shape it could have been mistaken for... well a few choice phrases like death trap, garbage dump, and torture device came to mind just looking at its twisted rusted jagged broken frame. The mattress was even worse and it was propped against the wall. Things seemed to be moving in it. She didn't remember it but in her universe the bedroom HAD been like this too when she had first moved in, but her friends there had helped her throw out the bed and clean it up some, although she had never used the bedroom even after it had been cleaned up. She had always just sacked out on the couch in the living room. Why waste money on a bed when a couch would do just as well she had always thought. She would 'never look in that bedroom again' she thought with a small shudder and moved back into the living room. She quickly closed the bedroom door and proceeded to tidy up the main part of the unit as best she could.

Since she had super villain powers now 'she could probably get the apartment lights, heat and kitchen working if she wanted to' she thought. For now though, she'd just sack out on the couch if she got tired.

She had the vague idea there was someone she should see to tell she had found a place, but she shrugged it off. Who could she possibly need to tell? Was there anyone who would care where she was? She couldn't remember for sure. It seemed like there was but she decided to shrug it off. She was tired from all the looking for a place to stay. Maybe if she just relaxed and recharged herself she'd remember she thought.

As she flopped onto the couch her hand brushed against an electric outlet in the floor. One of its 2 plugs had a lamp plugged into it. The other plug, the one her hand brushed against was empty. A spark jumped to her hand. "Cool. A live outlet" she thought. "Maybe the light works too". With the power jumping from the live outlet the former tenant had managed to install, which had its wiring tapped into the hall lights wiring, Electra began to recharge without even realizing it. She had thought by recharging she had meant get some sleep and then wake up more alert but this was working even better. Staring at the electricity jumping from the outlet to her finger Electra decided to see if she could turn on the light. Not wanting to get up to reach it's switch she zapped it with her other hand. It lit up for about 10 seconds then immediately burnt out. "Bummer" she said.

A little later still...

Bushroot, Megavolt, Quackerjack and the Liquidator were looking all over St. Canard for her. Bushroot was asking his plant friends if they'd seen Electra and Megavolt was asking the street lights.

Finally both Bushroot's plants and Megavolt's street lights had led them to a run down ramshackle apartment building on the east side of St. Canard in the water front district. Bushroot asked his plants "Are you sure this is where you saw her go?". Megavolt asked the street light "Are you sure she's here?". They were a bit nervous. This was a bad part of town. A part of town even THEY wouldn't walk around in alone. Even with the four of them and their super powers and Quackerjhack's deadly toys it wasn't very safe to be here. What on earth was Electra doing in this part of town? And all by herself too?

"This place is a dump" observed the Liquidator.

Quackerjack and Mr Banana Brain said nothing.

Bushroot decided the best thing to do was to call out and see if Electra answered. He didn't want to go inside that building. It didn't look safe. "Electra! Are you here?! Electra?!" yelled Bushroot. Quackerjack, Megavolt and the Liquidator took up hollering her name too. None of them really wanted to go into the building so if she was there and answered them they wouldn't have to.

Electra was lounging on the couch when she heard the commotion outside on the street. She got up and walked to the window. Leaning out of the apartment window she shouted back "Who wants to know!?"

Relieved that they didn't have to go in and look for her after all the four shouted all together "It's us Electra" and then shouted their names out all simultaneously creating a cacophony of unintelligible sound as their names all blurred together indistinguishably.

Hopping out the apartments living room window and scrambling down the fire escape Electra hurried over to meet up with them. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Looking for you." said Bushroot. "Are you ok? What are you doing in this place?"

"Making myself at home" answered Electra.

Bushroot, Megavolt, Quackerjack and the Liquidator's jaws dropped at her pronouncement. "What?!" they all said together as one.

"I found my new place" Electra said.

After two hours of questioning and trying to convince Electra to look for a different place the four villains gave up. She was determined to live here and they couldn't change her mind no matter how they tried. All she kept saying was "But I like it. It's just like home" and they couldn't get her to explain how come or why or what was so special about it. Even after 2 hours of trying to change her mind, even after reminding her she didn't remember home she was still determined. So the four gave up and accepted defeat. Electra was going to live here no matter what they said, they'd just have to accept it. Maybe if they talked to Negaduck about it he'd convince her to move to someplace better, someplace safer. Then again maybe they'd better NOT talk to Negaduck about it. He probably wouldn't be able to change her mind either and if he tried it might make it worse. He might scare her again like he did when they first saw her. Then he'd blame them and maybe kill them for it. No better not to tell Negaduck after all. For now they weren't getting anywhere and it was getting late so they gave up trying.

Meanwhile at Morgana's...

Darkwing had been at Morgana's for several hours. She had explained that the Council or Magick users had assigned her to investigate the strange magickal discharges that they had all sensed. And how it had led to the bank. She had given Darkwing a ring which would glow if it detected magickal emanations. Now it was time for him to leave. He didn't want to. He was comfortable with Morgana and wanted to stay with her as long as possible but as Launchpad had reminded him, he still had to pick up Gosalyn from school. He also had to touch base with SHUSH and tell them what he had discovered so far.

"I really wish I could stay longer Morg dearest but I really have to leave. I have to pick up Gosalyn from school. If I don't there may not be a school to pick her up from or send her to tomorrow"

"Do you have to go Dark Darling? Can't you stay just a little bit longer?"

"I'm sorry Morgana I have to"

"OK dark Darling if you must. You will come back and see me again though?"

"Of course Morg Sweetums. I love you sugar honey sweetie"

"Love you too Dark Darling Honeywumpus"

Archie looked like he was going to be sick at all this lovey dovey goo goo googling. Eek and Squeak also looked a bit distressed at it. Reluctantly Darkwing and Morgana parted company. As he left Morgana waved to him and then shut the door.

Darkwing and Launchpad got on to the Rat Catcher and zoomed off. Launchpad was glad to finally leave Morgana's behind. It wasn't that he didn't like Morgana it was more that he found her house creepy and he never liked visiting it because of that. He did like how she made DW happy though, and for DW's sake he bore visiting her at her place.

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Thanks for the suggestion with regards to Morgana Irual. Hope you don't mind that I used it :)