(Author's Note: Before you continue reading, I want to give a shout-out to the friend who gave me the idea for this and some story/scenes four years ago.)

Harold Webber was Darkwing Duck, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. He was getting training from Drake and Gosalyn. Drake mostly focused on making sure Harold lived up to his image, but he was no slouch when it came to combat training. Gosalyn also provided combat training for Harold. With her bow and arrow, she focused on long-distance attacks. Harold found that training helpful with his current foe.

Right now, Darkwing 2.0 was dealing with a supervillain known as Firebird. She was a blackbird who wore and designed striking clothes to stand out. Recently, an experimental dye bleeding into her skin had given her control over fire. Considering how supervillain origins worked, it might have driven her crazy too. She targeted people's wardrobes with her powers, burning anything she found unfashionable.

Today Firebird's target was a small bridal boutique. The lack of color and options for brides offended her. Brides-to-be and their friends and family ran from the shop as Firebird burned up any dress she could see. It was only a matter of time before blue smoke poured into the establishment.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" Darkwing 2.0 announced. "I am the wrinkle you can't iron out! I am—"

Firebird started blasting. Luckily, the smoke had cleared before she blasted at Darkwing. He learned from their previous battle that the gas gun plus fire equaled an explosion.

Firebird said, "Darkwing Duck, you are an unseemly pin in the side of fashion."

Darkwing 2.0 rolled his eyes. "We went over this last time. I'm supposed to look like a detective."

"You look like Inspector Gadget!"

"She should've seen Dad in his coat and tie," Gosalyn remarked through Darkwing's earpiece. "Now that looked like Inspector Gadget."

The Quiverwing Quack and Darkwing 2.0 took turns taking out supervillains. However, Drake always stayed in the chair. Over the earpiece, he grumbled, "I did not send you out there to have my wardrobe criticized. Get Firebird away from the boutique, and to a big source of water. The sewers, the bay—!"

"How about a fire hydrant?" Darkwing looked just outside the store.

"The closer, the better. That water gun won't hold you forever."

This wasn't the first time Darkwing and Firebird had fought. However, she got away last time. This time, Darkwing was prepared, and he pulled out a modified water gun. It was Gosalyn's, used over many summer vacations, but now it would be the key to Firebird's downfall.

Darkwing 2.0 swapped out the gas gun for the water gun. Last time, Darkwing thought the sprinklers would make Firebird wet enough to nullify her powers. However, the sprinklers just made her mad. Yet, during this battle, Firebird was trying not to trigger the boutique's sprinklers. Just as she aimed another fiery blast at him, Darkwing aimed his water gun at her hands. He fired before her. At the last minute, she changed the trajectory of her projectile.

Firebird hit a sprinkler head and let out a "No!" as the sprinklers started to spray water on her and Darkwing. That got her out of the boutique and Darkwing followed her into the street. Firebird shook off the sprinkler water like a wet dog.

Darkwing 2.0 saw the fire hydrant he noticed earlier and went for it. He used his grappling hook to open the hydrant. The water gushed out for a second, but Firebird wasn't close enough to be soaked. She chuckled as Darkwing growled.

"You'll need to surprise me, Darkwing, if you really want to gain the upper hand."

"Do you want me to come down there, Darkwing?" Gosalyn asked.

"Please," Darkwing answered.

"Pleading won't help you," Firebird said, not hearing Gosalyn. Firebird raised her hand. "Tonight, I dine on roast duck."

She was angry at Darkwing - good. That meant that hopefully she would chase him down. Before she could light his outfit on fire, he used his grappling hook to get to higher ground.

"Hey!" Firebird exclaimed. She chased after him - a second good sign - by using the blasts of fire from her hands to push herself skyward.

"Where are you?" Gosalyn asked. She sounded like she was on the road.

Darkwing 2.0 explained, "Not far from the Bayside Bridal Boutique, or what's left of it. Look for the open fire hydrant and then the nearest water tower. See you there."

Firebird reached Darkwing on the rooftops. She threw fireballs and he dodged. She noticed the water tower nearby, wondering how Darkwing could possibly use a water tower that couldn't easily be opened. She didn't hear the beeping until it was too late.

Darkwing tackled Firebird towards the water tower as Quiverwing's exploding arrow went off. Water erupted from the punctured tower, almost sweeping Darkwing and Firebird off the roof completely. Once the water stopped rushing out, Darkwing stood and wrung out his wet hat. "Soaked…but triumphant."

He looked back at Firebird. She was so drenched that the eyeliner she wore, that was guaranteed "100% Waterproof," now stained her cheeks. She lunged at Darkwing, but he kept her back with a kick. It looked like Firebird's crime spree had been extinguished.

A still-damp Firebird was pushed into the police car. Her hands were in special cuffs that jammed her powers, just in case. Darkwing and Quiverwing watched as Firebird was taken away. Once the police car had driven out of sight, Darkwing and Quiverwing went to the Ratcatcher and drove off to the Audubon Bay Bridge.

Quiverwing asked, "When's your dinner reservation?"

Darkwing answered, "At 5:30, but Barbara will be there at 5."

Quiverwing sped up so they'd get there faster. Soon, Harold and Gosalyn ran out of the spinning chairs. They were in civilian clothes again, but Harold still had to get changed.

As he ran upstairs to his room, Gosalyn asked, "Is Barbara here yet?"

Launchpad was on the couch in the living room. He said, "Not yet, Gos'."

"Good!" Gosalyn ran to the kitchen.

Drake was making dinner when he saw his daughter run in. She gently pulled out a bouquet of flowers from the fridge. Drake said, "How come you never got this excited when I was dating Morgana?"

"Hey, I was a kid when you dated her," Gosalyn defended herself. "The very concept of dating grossed me out."

Then, the Mallards heard the doorbell ring. Gosalyn squealed, "That's her!" Harold heard the doorbell too, and he came downstairs in a suit. His suit was blue with a purple tie. Gosalyn handed the bouquet to Harold before she opened the door. On the other side of the door was Barbara Horne, Harold's date. Barbara Horne was a sheep with brown wool. For the date, she wore a black pantsuit with a light blue blouse.

Harold smiled at her and greeted, "Hey, Barbara."

"Hello, Harold," she greeted back, also smiling. "You look great."

"So do you~"

"Are those flowers for me?"

"Oh, of course." Harold gave her the bouquet. It was composed of colorful camellias.

"Thanks. We better go. We don't want to be late to The Alcove."

"Right. See you later," Harold bid the Mallard family before he left with Barbara.

Harold and Barbara had been dating for six months. It was nice for Harold to have someone else in his life after losing his son that wasn't the Mallard family. They met at a local bar's Darkwing-Duck-themed trivia night, which Drake insisted they go to. Barbara and Harold were paired up because the bar insisted on groups of two or three. They talked and flirted while Drake got very close to being thrown out (he was doing a little too well answering the questions.)

The drive to The Alcove went smoothly and they got to their dinner reservation just in time. At their table, there was a candle. Harold knew the flame wouldn't come out and grab him, but his afternoon with Firebird put him on edge. He blew out the candle when Barbara looked away.

When she looked back, she asked, "Did you just…blow out our candle?"

Harold laughed sheepishly. "I'm just a little nervous. Afraid my tie will get close to the flame and…well, you know."

"I see." Barbara nodded. "Well, what have you been up to, Harold? Still at that little accounting firm on the outskirts of the city?"

Harold had been working for S.H.U.S.H. since his first stint as Darkwing Duck. Gosalyn set him up as a freelance agent, the same as her dad and her. He had done some work for the spy agency, but mostly stuck to cleaning up crime in St. Canard.

Harold answered, "Yeah, you know, business as usual. What about you?"

"Business as usual for me too. Compared to your job, remodeling's easy."

The rest of the evening went smoothly. Harold and Barbara split the check. Harold insisted on accompanying Barbara back to her penthouse, even though she drove to his house. Barbara drove back to her apartment building, Harold in tow. Once she parked the car, Barbara led Harold up to the penthouse.

Barbara lived in the wealthier district of St. Canard. She had a child, Wally, but left him with a sitter - or rather, sitters. Every time Harold went to her penthouse, he ran into them. They were a set of twins, Andy and Ann Bill. It was hard to tell them apart, honestly.

When Harold and Barbara made it to the penthouse suite, they found Andy and Ann playing with Wally and his toys on the living room floor. Andy wore a red hoodie, while Ann wore a purple hoodie.

Ann noticed Harold and Barbara first. "Your mom's here, Wally. We'll see you next time." Ann and Andy got up from the floor and Barbara paid them. Wally said goodbye to the twins and went up to bed.

As they went to the elevator, Andy grabbed Harold's shoulder, and the older duck barely felt a shock. Still, Harold yanked a joy buzzer from the teen's hand before he could react. Andy only chuckled, "Whoops! Sorry, Mr. Webber. I was showing off some prank stuff to Wally. I hope you don't mind, Ms. Horne."

Barbara replied, "Of course not."

Harold gave Andy back the joy buzzer and watched as the twins left in the elevator. Once they were gone, Harold told Barbara, "Those twins give me the creeps."

"But they're so good with Wally, and the other kids they babysit." Barbara turned to face Harold. "Did you come home with me just to check on my kid?"

"Well…you can never be too careful."

Barbara nodded sympathetically. She knew Harold had lost his son months ago.

The worst part? It was all her fault, and Barbara couldn't tell Harold anything.

He continued, "That's…not the only reason I came back here, though. I was going to ask you… could I… spend the night with you?"

Barbara blushed. She remembered earlier in the relationship, she asked if they could share her bed. However, Harold insisted on taking things slow, for their benefit. She replied, "Uh, s-sure. Of course. You didn't bring anything to stay the night, though."

"I'll make do. I can sleep in my undershirt." Harold was already undoing his tie.

"I have my own bathroom, with my bedroom. You can get changed there."

"Right. Do you want to check up on Wally before you go to bed?"

"Right. My room is just across from his, on the left."

Barbara went to check on her son, and Harold went to Barbara's bedroom. Harold texted Drake, Gosalyn, and Launchpad, so they wouldn't be wondering (or worried) where he was. When Barbara came into her room later, she found Harold had stripped down to just his undershirt. She just chuckled and went to the bathroom to change into her own nightgown.

By now, Barbara could fake intimacy. She had done it with marks before. The first problem was she wasn't faking intimacy anymore. At some point, she had truly fallen in love with Harold. The second problem was Harold Webber was the second Darkwing Duck. This relationship would end with Harold finding out the truth and arresting Barbara, or Harold breaking up with Barbara because he didn't want to be with her anymore. If the latter happened, Barbara could always watch him from a distance.

If Harold was safe from F.O.W.L., Barbara could rest easy.

Meanwhile, Harold was not resting easy. He wasn't sure what he thought about Darkwing Duck because of the double life. How many excuses could he make to Barbara before he slipped up? He needed to appear normal, like he had a life outside of being a superhero. He didn't know how Drake did it, but he could just ask him for advice. However, that would have to wait until morning.

With Barbara by his side, Harold could rest easy.