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Two Darkwing Duck Adventures for the Post of One!

[For Morgana]

[Drake's quest to find answers about the missing Professor Waddlemeyer was full of dead ends. He had made no progress, and he felt bad about the effect that had on Gosalyn. She was still her normal chipper self most of the time, but he had learned to see the cracks in that. And he wanted to do everything he could to help her feel better until he could reunite her with her real family.

These days, it seems the thing she got most excited for was a band. To Drake's relief, it's not like other music of the youths which register just as noise for him. This actually sounds like the kind of thing he'd listen to in high school! And the singing is just great... but this is about Gosalyn! In a spot of bad timing, Gosalyn's fallen sick while the band's has come to St. Canard for a concert. And so Drake's claimed to be out for a night of quiet patrolling while Launchpad tends to the sick kid, but in actuality he's doing something as Drake Mallard. If she can't attend the concert, maybe he can at least get an autograph for her or something. Maybe that will raise her spirits!

And so, Drake Mallard sneaks around backstage at the concert, for any sign of mysterious melodist...]

[For Della]

[It was a long night of fighting crime in Avalon for one Darkwing Duck. Some sort of magical monsters were on the loose, and he didn't get out of it without a comical number of bruises on his head. He was also left somewhat disoriented...

So when he slinked back home in the wee hours of the morning and tried to clamber into his bedroom through the window, he did not realize that he was going through the completely wrong window, into the room of the one person who didn't yet know his secret!]

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[No magic to the music? That's strange, her voice seems magical to Drake. His worries quickly fade, but he remains leaned up close to her while he feels his heart beat in rhythm with her words.]

I... I do... [He says, looking into her eyes while his cheek feathers glow red. His beak has drifted closer to hers.]

Shalalalalala... me oh my! [He exclaims softly.]

[ Her hand wraps around his own, tugging him even closer if that's possible. Yes, this was a perfect plan to...

... To do...

... Um. What was she doing again? Funny how she can't remember. In fact, gazing into those dreamy eyes of his, she's having trouble remembering a lot of things. She can't really put into words, but he has this pull about him - like they're in perfect harmony. ]

Yes, you want her,
Look at her, you know you do.
Possible she wants you too,
There is one way to ask her...

[ Well, whatever her initial scheme had been, it doesn't seem terribly important right now. Not compared to the warm of his hands and the sincerity of his voice that just makes her never want to let go.

In a corner, Eek and Squeak are valiantly holding back a distressed Archie. ]

It don't take a word,
Not a single word,
Go on and... kiss the girl...

[ One of her hands has found its way to Drake's back, and she begins erasing the gap between their beaks, eyes starting to close... ]

[A soft breath escapes his beak as he opens it. It's like he's in awe of this moment. Lost in a trance, but a good one. One taking him to a world in which it's just him and her and her inviting lips.

He can't argue with this lovely song. Looking into her eyes, feeling nervous and calmed at the same time, he starts to lean forward these last few inches...]

C-can't argue with a... reading like that...

[...And so, even without the help of any nautical animals, he goes to press their lips together.]

[ Mercifully, there's no nautical animals to interrupt them either. (If there had been, Morgana might have been cooking eel for dinner right then and there.)

Unsurprisingly, he's just as soft and warm as he looks. The melody goes into a very light and pleased "hmmm~" between them, and suddenly, Morgana understands all those ridiculous sappy love songs that jam the radio.

Not that she's in love, of course. Nooo. That'd be silly. She's above such weaknesses. Why, she barely knows the guy! Just that he's good-looking and a great dad and very kind and sweet and funny and charming and apparently a very good kisser because wow.

When she does eventually and reluctantly have to pull back (among the many things this amazing man was capable of making her forget, breathing had suddenly become one of them) she exhales very deeply, looking almost intoxicated with affection. Her surviving brain cells are clinging on to dear life.

This would be the time to say something cool and sexy, but she seems to have lost the ability to be anymore verbose than - ]

... Hey.

[~~At least out loud, she won't say she's in love?~~

The singing might have stopped vocally, but Drake's heart feels like it's singing an incredible crescendo as their beaks touch. He feels like he's on set witnessing the filming of the first ever episode of Darkwing Duck. Like he's defeated all evil in the world and only love remains! All her evil, all those confusing feelings are forgotten for the moment, as these lips must be the lips of a saint!

He does his best to actually perform the kiss, putting all of his passion into it, and is then frozen in a stupor for a few moments afterwards. Morgana is much more relatively composed and coherent compared to him. He blinks a few times, with a goofy grin frozen on his face, while he tries to think of something... anything to say back to her.]

...N-nice... nice to meet ya...!

[ ~~Shalalalala, haaaaa~~~

She didn't know what she'd been expecting him to say, but it hadn't been that. It makes her snort, and then giggle - not mockingly, but just because it was so random, and because he's so adorable. She feels like a silly teenager again, clasping his hand to her heart. ]

I think we're a little past that point...

[ Especially now that's she's comfortable enough to nuzzle beak to beak with him. Maybe skipping rehearsal wasn't so bad, if it was for something as nice as this. For all she cared, they could stay like this for hours, skipping rehearsal, dinner, the next heist -

THE NEXT HEIST.

BECAUSE SHE'S A CRIMINAL.

Morgana jerks - what had she been doing?! This theater was loaded with evidence of their crimes! They could spend stolen cash easily, but valuables had to be stored away in whatever nook and cranny they could find. Dropping it off at pawn shops and the like would raise all the red flags if they did it right after a robbery, so they had to hide it wherever they could until the time was right.

Like inside the piano.

Which was right next to her and Drake.

Morgana sweats, struggling to think of a way to boot him out of the theater (albeit very reluctantly) without raising suspicion, and pulls back again, starting to let him go. C'mon, think think think, get out of that stupor of affection and THINK. ]

I, uh, that is, I... I've suddenly got inspired to write a new song!

[ BAD THINKING. ]

[Drake remains in a daze in the aftermath of that kiss. Crimes? What crimes? If Morgana's guilty of anything right now, it's just of stealing his heart!

Hos beak remains plastered with a goofy grin as he shifts over to lean an arm against the piano.]

Ooooohhhh.... Genius at work! I- I'm excited. Can't wait to hear what you come up with! You do have a way with words, and... your mouth in general... [He sighs dreamily.]

[ Not the piano!!! ESPECIALLY WHEN THE DARN THING HAS THE LID OPEN!!!!

Cue more nervous laughing. ]

Ahahahahaaaaaa... Well, it's a very... difficult, and laboring, and boring process, so you probably wouldn't want to be around for it...

[ She tries to casually lean on the piano too, ohohoho, nothing suspicious here, as she tries to nudge the bar holding the lid open to SHUT, DANG IT - ]

[Drake just casually has his elbow leaning on the edge of the piano, while his head's propped in the hand, as he basks in reality's current level of Softness.]

No way. I'm sure it's as fascinating as every other moment with you! A-and we just started hanging out, and... some really nice things were going on, and...

[But then he balks as he realizes something.]

Or am I throwing off your creative process? Because that's the last thing I want-

[But he shifts a bit as he speaks - enough for his elbow to slip and cause the upper half of his body to slam into the inside of the piano. ...And just in time for the lid to cooperate and slam down on Drake!]

...Ouch.

[ She had figured her criminal ways would hurt Drake, but she'd thought it'd be emotional, not literal! ]

Drake!

[ Scrambling, she manages to prop the lid back up and tries to pull him out - maybe a bit too quickly, so hopefully wouldn't see anything bright and shiny that doesn't belong in a piano! - and hold him close to her. ]

Oh, darling, are you all right?

I- I'm fine...

[He says, as piano keys clack in his mouth.]

There's some pain, but in D Minor kind...

[He shakes his head to try to get out of his trance.]

You should get that piano checked out. It's a hazard! [It hit so hard, he was sure that he was seeing stars! Or something shiny, the very least.]

Oh, well, y-yes, our instruments really do need tuning, and this whole theater does too - it's all falling apart! It's really a dangerous place, just coming apart at the seams...

[ Which is all the more reason she's trying to get him to get out out out! She places him down, on the floor, and with her hands then on his shoulders begins gently trying to push him towards an exit. ]

And we can't have an actor mar up that gorgeous face of yours, now can we?

[ But of course such a loud piano slam echoes in an empty theater - the rest of the band, confused and curious, are sure to return to the stage. The last thing she needs is to explain to them why she got to first base with a stranger wandering into their territory! Push push push!]

[As she pushes him, Drake starts to dig his webbed heels into the ground, producing friction and making a trail in the floor. Though he does pause a bit and blush at her compliment.]

W-well yes, it is quite the monkeymaker, but... [Then he renews his determination.] That should go double for you! I- I don't know if it's a good idea to be involved with something so dangerous. There... has to be a better way!

[He's not sure if he's still just talking about the theater now.]

[ Despite him clearly making a struggle out of it, she keeps on pushing, especially now that she hears footsteps in the distance! Dang it, why does he have to be well built too? He must get mobbed by thirsty single moms at PTA meetings - FOCUS.]

Now now, don't you worry about me, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. You just go on and -

[ "Morgana! What's going on over there?"

Morgana jerks, and that pushing becomes an out-right SHOVE towards the exit door. She calls back, with a few more nervous laughs peppered in there. ]

Nothing! Nothing's happening! Nothing you need to be concerned about!

Oof!

[He grunts as he's shoved out through the exit! But he won't accept defeat that easily. Instead, he stays by the door and tries to get a peek at what's happening! Sounds like the whole band's here...]

[ Morgana slams the door shut - hope she didn't hit his pretty face! - but luckily for his investigation, it's not soundproof. So while he can't see what's going on, he'll be able to hear the plot progressing...

Morgana sighs in relief, leaning on the door as the band advances on her. "Who was that?" one asks, rightfully suspicious. ]

Who, that guy? Nobody! He's nobody, just a fan. Honestly, you all worry way too much.

[ Disgruntled murmuring.

"First you go soft on that Darkwing Dingwing, and now you're letting strangers invade our terf? You're not THAT desperate for fans, are you?"

Morgana growls in return, unaware the following attempt at taking back control is definitely going to stab Drake repeatedly. ]

I think you're all forgetting who's in charge of this operation! I am the one who brought you here! I am the one who thought of robbing these mortals blind! And I am the one who gives the orders around here!

[ Mutter mutter, murmur murmur. They're clearly not happy with her leadership, earned or not.

"Fine, boss lady. You're on our side? Prove it. We wanna go on a heist tonight. And if that cuckoo in a cape shows up..." ]

... I'll handle him. Leave it to me. All you have to do is follow my orders...

I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded, when at last I'm given my dues. And in justice deliciously squared...

[ She begins to storm off with her crew, ready to take on the night once more.]

Be prepared!

[Sorry, but his face was definitely hit by the door! It's looking a bit less pretty now, but he still presses his ear against the door to listen. With the whole band assembled, maybe now the secrets will be revealed. Whether Morgana is under the band's control, or if they're blackmailing her...

What he hears, though, is not just disappointing, but heatbreaking. He sinks down to the ground as he listens and feels the sting of betrayal echoing throughout his body. This is even worse than when she knocked him out last night... it feels like his heart is being knocked out.

Deception... Disgrace....

Was he asking for trouble the moment he came? He wonders. He lies there for a long time, until he peels himself up. He steels himself... because he has a job to do. And that's stopping her. It's time to get dangerous!]

[And so, that night, Darkwing Duck prepares himself for a rematch with the band! And this time, he properly prepares himself for them. Now it's just a matter of finding them.

He knows they're planning some kind of heist, but he doesn't know where. So he goes from rooftop to rooftop, scoping out a number of heist-able buildings around town for any sign of the gang...]

[ This time, the fans are left alone. Drake's words about Morgana's care for them had stung way too hard, and she just couldn't find it in herself to do it again. What if she somehow wound up robbing Drake and Gosalyn?! That would destroy her! So after some deep thinking... That left Plan B.

Operation: Divide And Conquer was well underway!

An alarm is sounding off at the biggest jewelry store in the city. The guards are tied up with spider threads, and the security cameras are busted to pieces. Inside, the band is giddily smashing open displays and taking whatever pretty shiny things they can find... But this isn't the real theft of the night. After all, as Morgana had (repeatedly, with much frustration) explained, they couldn't sell these things right away. Therefore, this bit of enjoyable destruction would just be a smokescreen.

When Darkwing Duck inevitably made his entrance, Morgana would take the lead in distracting him and leading him away, while the rest of the band headed for the real target - Sant Canard's First National Bank! A truly perfect scheme! As for what Morgana would do to keep him occupied... that was a separate plan they didn't need to know. She couldn't knock him out with the same lullaby spell - no doubt he'd see that coming, that genius he was. (Cue Eek and Squeak side-eyeing.) And she'd given away the valuable parts of that spell as autographs! So she'd have to try... a little something different.

For now, as she calmly awaits the smoke and speeches, Morgana gussies herself up with stolen rings and necklaces. He'd need a reason to chase after her, so why not accessorize? ]

Hmm... I don't know why they say diamonds are a girl's best friend. They're not even skull-shaped.

[He's takem off guard when he hears the alarms going off! He races over towards the scene and deploys a smoke bomb as he makes his entrance.]

I am the terror that flaps in the night!
I am the reboot that ruins your character...
I am Darkwing Duck!

[He poses dramatically as he steps out from the smoke. And ge shames his head.]

We have to stop meeting like this. [He tries to sound quippy... Even if he really feels disappointed.]

[ Right on cue, as if he was made for the stage! Morgana grins, fangs and all, ready to put Step 2 into action. ]

Oh, Darkwing Dreamboat, you wound me! ... But not as much as I'm about to wound you!

[ She runs right for him, ready to re-start their last tango with a swing of her guitar - meanwhile, Eek and Squeak head for the wires that keep the store lit. A few good chews, and in a minute or two, it'll be lights out! ]

[He knows that this time, he can't play around. He has to take her and her band down! He can't let them get away this time. Bur first thing's first... She's coming right at him!]

I think you've already caused enough heartbreak. It might be time to cool this off! [He does that much quipping whole dodging and deflecting her blows - but his attention is enough on her for the moment that the blackout might succeed!]

Funny, and here I thought things between us were just about to heat up!

[ Three - Two - One - Lights out! The entire store goes dark and each band member splits up for their job. As for Morgana? She heads right for the nearest window and opens it, bathing her in moonlight - as is the point. Step Three - the chase. ]

It'd be rude to keep a lady waiting, Dark. Let's take this dance to the next level!

[ After sporting a classic "come hither" finger, she leaps out! ]

[Great, there goes the lights - and Darkwing's chances of going after the rest of the band first. Morgana's the only one visible to him, so he'll have to go after her anyway. ... That, and it's really hard to resist he come hither gesture!]

If you're that set on filling my dance card, I might as well oblige! [He leaps out the window after her.]

But you're gonna have to save the last dance for the law!

[ The chase begins, but only for a block or so - Morgana spots just what she needs. A metal stairway on the side of an apartment building - the perfect zigzag chase material for all police procedurals! She begins to climb, aiming for the rooftop! Step Four!

... Though she might go back to one window and quickly magically zap a confused civilian's radio, in order to get some mood music ready. But then back to the rooftop! ]

Let's take this relationship to the next step - all the way up!

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