[Darkwing was ready to continue fighting like a man possessed, until no one was left standing! But he ended up being thrown completely off once he realized what one of them had snagged from them. His expression turns to panic. What if his secret identity gets figured out? And what if he loses the one memento has of- wait. He inwardly tries to smack those feelings out of himself! Even as the woman herself is summoned back into the theater.

He stands there, wide-eyed with uncertainty as she starts questioning the autograph. He really doesn't know how to explain this... without giving himself away.]

I... I... I...

[It seemed like this was it. Any moment now, his secret identity would be blown!

...Except it doesn't. He just stares, dumbfounded, as the one-eyed bandmate offers an alternate explanation. One that... hurts, but... an alibi is an alibi.

Then again, even as he tries to harden his heart against her, it hurts even more seeing her on her knees like that.]

N-now, now! That's... It's not... It was the wind! Yes, that's it. A stray gust of wind brought that autograph to me. It must have been snatched right out an open window. [He just... tiptoes towards the cyclops and meekly smiles as he reaches for the paper.] Now, let me just return this to its rightful owner...